In a peculiar cat clan camp, a calico she-cat sat trembling outside the nursery. The rain poured while her dark blue eyes glistened with sickness and pain. She was a bundle of nerves, literally. Applefur, her beige-colored mate, rushed over. Wet licks, kind of like a cat's way of saying “Deal with it,” were dispensed. "What are you doing out here?" he asked, clearly worried, though he looked like he just got back from a spa day on patrol. “Making sure nothing will harm our kits,” she managed, voice shaking like a jelly in an earthquake. In the background, a sisterly concern filled the air. Raindazzle, her sister, joined the scene, placing a paw on her belly as if checking for any hidden snacks. She shot a glare at Applefur. When was the last time you ate? Good question, right? “I—” The words got caught in her throat like a hairball at the worst moment. Suddenly, she collapsed. The panic spread like a wildfire. Snaketail yelled, alerting everyone. Nothing brings cats together like a near-catastrophe. Whitefleck, the medicine cat, sprinted over with herbs in his mouth, looking like a cat version of a pizza delivery guy. An adorable chaos ensued as her kits scampered out, their little faces a mixture of worry and confusion. In that moment, the emotional stakes were high. But out of nowhere, a llama ambled by, completely out of context. “LAMA LAMA LAMA LAMA LA,” it yelled, like it just stepped out of an absurd cartoon. “WILL YOU SHUT UP? WE'RE GRIEVING HERE!” Snaketail yelled back, as if screaming at a zoo animal would make it go away. Applefur took one last moment, her heart pounding. “I love you. Take care of Adderkit and Fawnkit for me, okay?” And just like that, with a loud, heart-stopping mew, everything went dark.
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