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[Mama]

It had been quite a bit before Victoria was allowed out of the house... after getting into trouble with a rogue. He was nice at first, and she thought they could be friends, before he did something rather... inappropriate. She was left with a large litter of mutt kittens.

Her owner knew better then to scold her, instead, she made sure to wire this... zap thing around the fence. If she hopped too far over, it sent a shock through her body and didn't feel too good.

But now, she had other problems then fences... the fact she had to raise 6 kits. It was their first day outside, and it seemed that they enjoyed it as she hoped. Spice, the tiny kitten that looked a lot like her, sported a bright blue collar and was currently trying to hop on a rock too large for her tiny body.

[M'Lady]

He'd been sent on an errand in town for Whiskey, but as soon as it was finished, the tom found himself wandering around. He didn't go to the nicer part of the housefolk's town often, so he took the moment to stroll along and enjoy himself. He knew to be cautious, of course. Everything here was so orderly and neat, a rogue like him certainly didn't belong here among these prim proper kittypets. But, he was handsome enough, and the few two legs that saw him assumed he belonged to someone here. The collar he wore helped, a simple branded leather strap given to him by the two leg that owned the farm far outside of town. He wore it proudly, a free cat but one that worked for the notorious Whiskey. He had a right to be proud.

Though, his eyes soon caught sight of a lovely kittypet, a small carbon copy kitten beside her. An amused smile came to the rogue's face, and he strode on over to peer at the she-cat and her kit, eyes gleaming with interest. "Now, how does a purty, young she-cat like yourself end up with such lovely litt' kits?" He questioned, a drawling accent flickering in his low tone. It had a bit of a twang, certainly nothing you'd hear here among these two legs. He sat down, looking rather entertained by the small kit that attempted to scrabble onto the rock. "Whoa there, young'un. You hav'ta hook yer claws into the 'lil nooks and cracks there, no use in flailin' wildly, ya hear?" He mused crouching down to peer forward at the small creature.

[Mama]

Victoria perked her ears up towards the voice, puffing up as she noticed the rather unusual tom. He had a rather pleasant scent, and did look quite handsome... He looked to be a kittypet, and she doubted that the feline would hurt the kits. Still....

As the tom spoke with a charming accent in his voice, her eyes directed up towards him as she grabbed the rather energetic Spice. Putting the kit down under her, Victoria could hear the whining and complaints that the feisty kitten cried out. 'Too bad,' she thought, keeping her eyes up. 'It's for your own good.'

The Bengal's mind fluttered back to the first question, and the tip of her tail twitched lightly. "Let's just say I thought a tom was being friendly with me.. a bit too friendly." Victoria muttered. Talking about that, all she knew this tom would try the same stunt... you could never be too careful, especially when you have kits to take care of.

[M'Lady]

A frown soon replaced his amused smirk as she spoke, and his eyes flickered with faint annoyance. "Mm, some toms don' know the proper way to treat a lady." Tequila huffed, and the long furred tabby flexed his claws in an attempt to keep them still. "I'm real sorry 'bout that, miz. You can give me his name, and if'll make you feel any better, ol' Whiskey and I can knock some sense int' him." He told her, yellowish green eyes gleaming in the sunlight and artificial light alike. "Nothin' worse than a dishonest cat and a father that skips out on his own young'uns." He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts, and when he looked up at Victoria again, his mood seemed to have lightened.

"M'name's Tequila, 'm from a bit outta town you see, so I like meetin' new cats." He hummed, glancing down at the disgruntled kit by her mother's paws. "What's the name of this 'lil scrapper here?"

[Mama]

Victoria gave a light look away, if it wasn't for the tom she would be happier... but then she didn't wish for her kits to not be born. It was confusing to her. Of course, with kits came stress, and even her owner got worried when she went for days without eating, or the kits started to claw her and bite while nursing. The thought of having another cat to raise them with made her purr lightly, but she pushed it away quickly. She'd just have to raise the little trouble-makers herself.

When he finished with the tom talk, she looked back towards him, her pointed ears curling up at the name. Of course she had heard of the two before, they were well known yet at the same time elusive. It made her more curious on Tequila, and she relaxed slightly. At least she hadn't heard of them ever eating kittens.

Spice, on the other hand, was not having this. She was a mighty tiger, like in the light box! Puffing up her glossy fur, she gave a yowl before chomping down on her mother's small paw, and as Victoria jumped with a yelp the she-kit made her grand escape.

While the kitten was keeping herself occupied fighting yet another flower that was taller then her, she settled back down a bit uneasily before meeting the tom's gaze. "That's little Spice, my biggest troublemaker." Victoria said with a light chuckle.

[LupTacco]

Bucks ears twitched- more of mom and not-moms making weird meows again. The kitten raised his head suddenly, as if jolted from sleep, blinking around with baby blue eyes- they still hadn't changed color yet. His siblings were probably playing or sleeping somewhere, but mama was outside, as he could just make out if he squinted through the doorway. With clumsy steps, he pounced out of his blanketed perch, sliding down the cloth to land with a little bump on the floor. Making his way outside, he paused to nip at the grass- how weird it felt!- and let out a little mewl that was something like hello.