Catcher glanced at Feather and turned serious. "It depends who the father is..." he mewed. "Who is it? Whoever it is... You must love them very much to mate at this age.".
feather nodded and walked over to august and sat down close to him "there augusts.....and hes the only cat i have ever loved" she purrred licking his nose
Running... Galloping, free along the wild grass plains, your heart beating faster then ever before, your hooves drumming effortlessly on the ground, you are a wild horse, you are free...