Turning her soft blue orbs that had sliced into iciness at the tom's
comment, she had been spending a long time trying to settle down her messy fur
and he thought he had some right to tell what to do or call her names?
Sucking in a breath as Columba become very very silent for a moment before speaking.
"I'm three moons old, I'm old enough."
The kitten meowed sharply but steadily trying her best not to lose her temper.
God, being the runt didn't mean she had stick by her mother constantly.