I walked--more like sulked--into the nursery. Queens cooing, kits squeaking, mates taking care of their kin. All part of something that I'd never be able to experience. Love. I sighed and for a moment, I envied Poolsplash. Shaking my head, I walked over to her. "Hey Poolsplash. How are Thrushkit, Slushkit, and Icekit?"
"They're fine, though, Slushkit's gotten warm." Poolsplash nudged the mottled gray she-cat toward me.