A Pregnant White Warrior (Open)

Frostwhisper padded into camp with a small, scrawny toad in her mouth. Her belly was swollen under her thick fur, making it hardly noticeable for any cat to realize that she was carrying kits. Maybe if someone looked close enough they would see it, but it'd have to be someone that paid really close attention to her, like maybe a certain brown tom who had a crush on her in the past. Meh, it didn't matter. Frostwhisper dropped the toad in the freshkill pile and sat down at the edge of camp, catching her breath. She hated how being pregnant made her unable to do simple things like hunting for more than just a stupid toad. The white warrior decided that she would move into the nursery soon, in a day or two. Hopefully nobody asked who the father was. Frostwhisper didn't want to tell anyone about her rouge mate, and nobody seemed to care to ask anyway.