A patched-up, crazy matry[o]shka

[Mavis]

The slender white she-cat sat quietly at the edge of the plains, surveying the area with great interest. This place is full of interesting cats, and things to eat... she thought, her hazel eyes darting around some. She was a bit nervous really, about this place, though she'd lived here her whole life. She loved this place--after all, what was not to love? But still she felt nervous, or maybe it was the presence of someone beside her...

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(Hi Mavis Just gonna jump in here cause I got nothing to do...)
Hah, got ya now. A mental purr runs through the she-cat's mind as she remains in her perfect hunter's crouch. She'd always loved hunting, apparently she got it from her father, or at least that's what her mother had always said. Blasted she-cat she was. Practically ruined her life before abandoning her deathly close to, well, Deathclan. But that was the past. As of now, she trio-coloured feline silently slunk toward an unsuspecting rabbit, a sly grin on her teasing features. Once at a good distance from her prey she stayed low and ready. Once prepared she pounced, her white paws landing squarely upon it, causing it to struggle slightly before she dealt a swift kill bite to its neck. With a gentle purr of satisfaction she lashed her tail before picking it up and glancing around for a suitable place to eat.

However, rather than somewhere to eat, the she-cat's wandering gaze caught sight of another. With her usual slight smirk, she began approaching the feline, surprised she hadn't noticed her before. On the way to said cat, she stopped to un bury another rabbit she had caught not long ago before picking up pace once more. Reaching her destination, she halted quite close, but not so much as to be invading her space, before dropping both rabbits she carried, one slightly closer to the other cat. "Hungry?" she offered, taking a seat. "I won't need them both, seeing as these little ones seem a long way off yet," the feline smirked at the mention of the kits inside her slightly pregnant body. It wasn't really noticeable, and she could still do everything she usually would do, though she knew that it would start slowing her down once it had progressed, and when it came to that she'd have to set up some sort of food store, or have someone hunt for her. She hated the idea of not hunting herself. Oh well, there was always fishing, something she was improving in quite well recently.

(Wanted to Rp her as pregnant due to a plot. Still need a father(loner/rogue/Deathclan or Tree) and mate(tree father and mate or tree mate and NPC/out of clan father) if you have a character that might fit the role by chance?)