As the fat she cat sat curled up in her nest she sobed, ignoring the pain in her stomach, knowing that they will come soon, and it will end. The tom padded into the den, a vole between his fangs " are you okay ?". "Huh?" She sayd facing the tom "Y-yeah, i'm fine, i just, well, ummmmm....." She sayd not being able to think of a lie, herself still being in pain. Foxstrike walked over and dropled the vole. " i brought you some prey in case you are hungry ... You dont look fine ...,do you want me to get you anything ?". "Thank but no... I fell like i should tell you the truth, better now then later, i-i am expecting kits......" She sayd lo