There she was. A little kit, a beautiful kit with a life laid out in front of her. I sighed. I thought of the beautiful mottled white queen. She had lost all of her kits, but she still had milk, so she could take care of my little daughter. "Maci?" Lace padded out of the bracken with a mouse, she dropped it as she saw my daughter and ran over. "What a beautiful little she-kit!" gasped Lace "was she your only one?" I shook my head sadly, I pointed my nose at a small gray tom, he was born dead. "can I name him?" asked Lace padding over to the dead Tom "just so he always has a name?" "sure." I meowed.
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