England- I'll Take Care of You

Englandcat was walking home after a Neighborhood Cat Meeting, his orange-and-white pelt ruffled and his dark emerald eyes shadowed by dark circles. He just wanted to go to his master’s home in the woods and curl up on his British pillow and go to sleep, but, as usual, Fate had different plans.

While he was padding down the forest trail that led to his home, his hind leg hit something and he tripped over his owns paws when he tried to keep his balance, and he landed on his nose.

Englandcat growled in annoyance and glanced over his shoulder to see what had tripped him and saw a tiny (f/c) stick poking out from underneath a bush.

“What the…?” The splashed tom padded over and took the stick in his paws, but it flickered away from him. He grabbed it again and it disappeared underneath the bush.

Growing irritated by this game, he poked his head underneath the bush and took the stick in his jaws and yanked.

There was a loud shriek before he dragged out a tiny (f/c) kit. Englandcat released her captive tail and watched as she struggled to her paws. At full height, she only reached his chest, so he knew she could only be a few weeks old.

The she-kit looked up at him with frightened (e/c) eyes. “Please don’t hurt me!” she squeaked. “I’ll leave your territory soon, I promise!”

Seeing the kit so frightened made Englandcat concerned, and he trailed his tail down her spine and asked, “Where is your mother, love?”

“She doesn’t want me,” the kitten mewed. “We lived in a barn on the moor, but she never wanted kits, so I ran away. And I’m never ever going back, and you can’t make me!” She added, her tail-tip twitching.

“I won’t.  You come from the moor? That’s quite a journey for one so small.” He noted as he stroked her back with a paw. “You must be very tired, love.”

Her eyelids began to drop and she mewed, “My name is ______, not Love.” Then she leaned against him and fell asleep.

Englandcat let her be for a few moments. Poor thing, she’s tuckered out. Maybe I should just leave her here to rest…? No, she’s too little. After battling with his inner conscience for a while, he picked her up by the scruff and started walking home again. Her soft kitten fur tickled his nose and it took all he had not to sneeze.

If my master allows me to keep you, I’ll take care of you. You’ve had a bad break with a mother who doesn’t love you. Maybe you’ll end up as a country. Then we could forge an alliance. I’ll raise you better than I did with Americat and Sealandcat.

I promise.