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Two cats walked toward each other in the dense undergrowth, one carrying a kit. It squirmed in the she-cat's mouth making it harder to carry. Her flanks heaved and her head drooped showing that the she-cat carried it for a long time. Suddenly the she-cat fell over to let the struggling kit suckle. The kit wobbled it's way to it's mothers stomach and started to suckle. When he lumbered up to her they extended looks. Then the tom walked up to the she-cat and gave her a lick. "Are you sure no cat will suspect it's your kit?" the she-cat meowed softly. Her silver fur glowed in the moon light of Silver-Pelt. The tom cat answered more softly, "