Cherries Blooming

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|-|Author's notes=
I'm going to be working on this quite a bit and will probably grow very attached so please DO NOT EDIT IT. AT ALL!
MATURE CONTENT WARNING! THIS WORK MIGHT INCLUDE BLOOD, DEATH, AND OTHER FORMS OF MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
This will probably my main project that I'll be working on this wiki. It's about a cat named Cherry's life. Enjoy!
|-|Blurb sorta thing=
Have you ever wondered what your cat would do in the wild? Have you ever wondered what that cat crossing the street goes through?
Have you ever wondered how cats look at death? How they look at life? Or how they look at love?
I hope you've wondered those things because your about to get your answer.
|-|Prologue=
Cedar watched his mate, the helplessness he felt was almost unbearable. His tabby tail lashed to and fro. Should I go catch her a mouse? He instantly rejected the thought.
He couldn’t leave her alone while she was giving birth. A yowl of agony echoed through the hollowed out tree truck. Cedar snapped out of his thought and focused on Gemma. His sweet , wonderful Gemma.
Her eyes were alight with pain as she pushed. She gritted her teeth and a ripple passed through her body. Cedar held his breath as a small wet bundle dropped to floor of the nest, Gemma was lying in.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do but acting on impulse he licked it’s fur in a effort to get its blood flowing. It was a white tom with brown speckles scattered all over its pelt. Cedar knew he would be a strong tom when the kitten let out a small yowl and squirmed.
Cedar set it at the crest of Gemma’s belly just as another kitten entered the world.
This was a brown tabby molly. He did the same with her as he had done with the tom. Another kitten came and he hurriedly finished lapping at the tabby to take care of it.
He set the molly next to the tom and began stroking his tongue rhythmically over the newest kitten’s fur. This one was also a molly but had calico markings on it head with a pale gray tabby body.
After he was finished he set her down beside her littermates and looked at his mate.
Gemma was gazing at them lovingly. Her pale gray fur was matted and unwashed but Cedar thought she was prettiest cat in the world.
“What should we name them?” He asked his mate. She glanced up at him before looking back at her kits.
“I was thinking Birch for the little tom.” Cedar nodded. He liked that name. “ And how about Olive for the brown tabby.” He suggested.
“That’s perfect.” Gemma murmured, her eyes falling on the calico. She glanced up at Cedar hesitantly. She took in a deep breath. “I was thinking Cherry for the last one.”
Cedar let out a soft purr. Cherry had been the name of Gemma’s sister, she had died two years ago being run over by a car.
“Cherry is the perfect name for her.”
Gemma let out a breath of relief, her eyes beginning to sag. “Go to sleep.” Cedar told her softly realizing how exhausted she must be.
Gemma didn’t hesitate to lay her head down in the soft moss and close her amber eyes. The kits suckled on her and they reminded Cedar of his kittenhood.
He purred as he gazed at his family. I’ll do anything to keep them safe. He decided. The kits finally stopped suckling and went to sleep, realizing how tired he was after the stressful events of the night, he padding lightly over, and lay next to his family.
Cedar closed his eyes and dozed off not even glancing at the ghostly apparition that hung at the edge of the den, watching, and wishing she could have been able to congratulate the new parents.
|-|Chapter one=
Cherry stalked forward; Her eyes narrowed in concentration and her paws moved silently over the forest floor. Excitement bubbled in her chest as her prey became closer and closer.
It doesn’t have a chance! She thought with glee as her tail lashed behind her. Bunching her muscles she shot forward crushing the dry leaf into the ground.
“That was good, dear, but don’t move your tail when stalking it. It will alert your prey and ruin the hunt.” Gemma told her while lapping at Olive, who was squirming and mewing protests.
Cherry looked up and nodded though she still felt cheerful. I killed my prey, that’s all that truly matters. She reminded herself. 
A yowl came from inside the hollowed out tree and she bounded to see what had gotten her brother so excited. Olive tried to get free from Gemma to see what had happened too, but the gray tabby just ignored her pleas and continued to wash her. Cherry ignored them and slipped under the roots from the tree.
The hollow tree trunk was dim, with only a hole near the top to let sunlight filter through. It took a minute for Cherry’s eye to adjust but when they did she saw her littermate standing over a beetle.
His chest was puffed out with pride. “I’m the fiercest hunter in the world!” He declared. Cherry padded over rolling her eyes. “It’s just a beetle. A mouse could have caught that.”
“Could not!” He retorted, indignant. 
Cherry sniffed “Could to-” She was cut off by a yowl of greeting outside. She snapped her head around and bounded outside, her argument with Birch forgotten. 
Cherry barreled under the roots of the den, hardly slowing down when her fur momentarily snagged on a spike.
She came out into the open air and bounded toward her father who had just returned from his hunt.
She skidded to a halt in front of him, her ears pricked eagerly. Birch came up by her side just as eager. "Hello." Cedar mewed warmly, licking the top of Cherry's head and then Birch's.
Ignoring the gesture Cherry blinked, dismayed. "Didn't you catch anything?"
The tabby whisked his tail over the ground, making the grass sway."I already put it all in the prey pile." He mewed.
"Oh." She mewed, before giving her chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks. Birch padded briskly past her to the pretty pile that sat near the edge of the camp.
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