BEING LONELY IS ONLY FUN IN A GROUP // open, Pinch babiesss

[APHRA CIPHER .]

aphra had only joined the typhoon for one reason, and that was to have a home for her kittens that were growing in her other feline body she had. it was strange to know that she had another cat body despite being born as one, but this white fur she currently had was oh so boring. besides, when she met pincher, she was a bengal cat and unfortunately for him, that body was fertile, unlike the cat body she was born in. she kind of did it purposefully, wanting to get child support from the guy in a sense.

and, sure, she could have stated that when she was joining, but nah. she wanted to act like she was here because her father was a high position here. but no, the real reason she joined was just to get on pincher's nerves and to let him deal with the spawn he created. and today was that day. aphra shifted back to that bengal cat body, an overwhelming feeling of pain crashing over her just as she did. maybe she had incorrectly guessed the time of labor a bit incorrectly, but it's fine, she could get through this.

and indeed she did. aphra was in her room, of course, curled around four bundles of newborn kittens. the firstborn wa as a beautiful, silver she-kit with darker grey spots, followed by her sister, whom was a darker shade of grey. "nyssa and aita." aphra named the two in order in which they were born, though her gaze and tone held nothing. she wasn't exactly glad to be stuck with these kittens, but whatever. it was pincher's fault for... you know. sure, she could have stayed in her infertile body, but by the time she met pincher and he was leading her back to his room, it was too late to shift back.

aphra went on to look at the remaining two kittens, her icy-blue gaze steady as she tried to come up with names for them. the thirdborn looked almost like her father, with a chocolate pelt, which didn't please aphra too well. she supposed that's what she got, though. genetics and all that. "kathrine." she named the tiny child, before turning to her final kit. the last kit was another female and she looked almost exactly like a panther. a strange fur color to come out of this little, but aphra liked it nonetheless. it definitely contrasted against her sisters, and aphra had a feeling she'd like this one - along with her silver-pelted siblings - the most. "sylvina." that was it. she named the final child, and honestly? aphra was quite exhausted. so the silver bengal laid her head down and closed her eyes, though her ears were pricked to see if anybody happened to come by and see what had happened.

★ open your eyes up, step in the ring ━