16 September 2012
I whimpered. My stomach churned. Another scratch. The kitten wouldn't calm down.
'quiet little one. Mother's here!' I purred. I had a large baby bump, and I wasn't sure how long it would be before I gave birth. How long it would be before our family could escape into the wilderness, and live our lives in peace, with no pain.
I felt a sharp pain on my back, and a large lump of meat fell to the side. Somebody had thrown the meat at me. Human. I knew it was. Apparently they couldn't risk killing animals for meat. Every species was endangered. Apart from humans. So here I was. Cannibalism. You get used to it. Hurricane was eating a sparrow hawk. Unfortunately it had happened to fly into our enclosure. He brought me the wings and the head, and I ate them, savouring the taste, picking the meat from the tiny delicate bones. I wanted my kitten to grow on lots of different things. Not just human flesh. So I ate grass, and leaves, and bark, In an attempt to give my kitten better nutrition. I didn't know if it would work or not.
I decided to think about the American man. Who was he? I knew him. A bad memory. I saw him. A glimpse of him, back at the department for genetic alterations. He was the man that killed my mother, yes, I saw his face. He was cutting her up, demanding the nurses helped him remove her entrails in an american accent. He was my dad! How could he be so evil? Keep me in captivity? I would never do that to my child.
I stopped thinking of my father. Something was happening. I could feel it. My baby. She was coming. My waters were breaking. I cried out, I was giving birth. It was happening. Time to complete our plan.
Claws 6: Baby Bumps • Opuss № I