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Date Posted: 21:52:03 06/26/02 Wed
Author: Jallya:Cariad
Subject: ...

Gracefully, despite her gravid state, this litter promises to be bigger than the last, based upon the look of the red Rian. Keen Wytti ears pick up her Bonded’s nervous pacing outside the glade, and the Rian revels in her brief minutes of privacy, shielded by the ring of birches from all – not even squirrels would intrude at such a time. Cariad purrs raspily as contractions rack her velvet frame, and then the first is born, a beautiful female, her brass hued eyes look a little reproachful at her mother’s insistent licks, and when Cariad finished, she smoothes the gold and purple fur, marked attractively with snow-white rosettes. She waits patiently for the next arrival, female like her. The second Plenyt is blue, with markings of green. The Fach somehow escapes her mother’s well-meaning – but restrictive – grasp, looking coyly at her with one golden eye. Her elder sister is much annoyed by this. Almost immediately, the first Bach arrives. His coloring is dramatic red and gold, and he preens, unconsciously assisting his mother’s attempts to clean his beautiful fur. Much to vain to join his sisters at their playing, he regally ascends to a convenient boulder, sitting primly as if it was made for him. The fourth is another male, marked as his eldest sister is, but not with rosettes, with stripes instead. He seams wise beyond his years, and his coloring, though bright, is comparatively unassuming, a brown and gold with orange stripes. His sister arrives, and her air is not so different, though she is a solid purple, joining her brother in his solemn appraisal of their siblings.

Considerably more playful, is the next three, the sixth is a green and white male, and the seventh continues the pattern with his black and white coloring. The eighth is a Fach, and once more green is predominant in her striking coloring of green and silver. Obviously intent on mischief, the trio scampers off, planning some prank on their siblings. The ninth is apparently the reversal of his eldest brother, his coloring is a rich gold and red, the gold is this time prevalent, and he is not as vain as the third born Plenyt, and first born Bach. After him, arrive two Fachs, both with silver accents, though the elder has a black base-coat, and the eleventh Plenyt a purple. As they are finished their “bath”, they fall victim to the mischievous trio of three, ending up buried under a bush. Cariad’s long suffering sigh – seeming to say, All that for nothing, and indeed it seems so, as all five are now adorned with twigs and leaves, and the occasional bug – is interrupted by the birth of her last, a pure white Bach, with silver-lavender eyes, ostensibly, he is more interested in sleeping than the rambunctious play of his siblings, though slits of silver-purple color can be seen, made more obvious by his startlingly white fur.

- Come in, there’s twelve of them. - Cariad calls mentally to Jallya, the Rian gazing proudly at her second successful litter. The curious future-Rian slinks towards Jallya, her body twitching in kittenish anticipation, though for all her movements, she is silent, and the querying chirp of the eighth born is the only thing that alerts her to her would-be hunter. Disappointed at the distraction of her “prey”, the gold and purple heaves a great sigh, giving one great, reproachful glance at her green and silver sister, revenge clearly on her mind, she sprints towards the younger Fach, a devilish light in her eyes. They’re lovely and energetic, Cariad. And I’m sure Llynmynydd would say the same if he could be here. The red female nods, her purr growing into the sweet, heady one she reserved for those she was particularly fond of.

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