Tula smiled, sighing softly. She wondered why the kitten had called her her mother, but shrugged it off. She hoped that the kitten would be okay without her real mother.
Tula licked Shayla's head. "Of course, little one," she nuzzled the kitten, wondering in the back of her mind how she had been seperated from her mother. "You can go back to sleep if you want to," she mewed. "I'll stay here with you,"