WHAT! Awww, congratulations!! That's fantastic!! You must be so excited! Are they Streak's? Have you named them yet? How many are there? Whoa, really?? OK, that's a little creepy. O.O You're not going to name that one Jake, are you?
Thanks. Except I have bad news... They were my mom's cat's kittens, she had six, but five of them didn't make it, for graphic reasons... However there is still one left that we've been watching like a hawk. ( unfortunately the three that looked like Jake didn't make it. It was funny too because I had just read that story part were he was introduced the night before and then in the morning my mom tells me her cat had kittens and described the one she liked best almost exactly like you described Jake. ) However that's the end of all this. The one kitten still lives, it's black and white, unnamed as of right now. And my cat Steak is currently very pregnant right now and has yet to have her own kittens. So I will keep you updated on that. ( And hopefully we'll be able to protect Streak' s kittens since I think we know want happened to Callie's )
Oh, no. . .No!! That's horrible! Oh, my word, I'm so sorry. . . I hope they passed away quickly and painlessly. (No. . . ! Aw, that's sweet.) I'm very glad for that. He sounds like a brave little survivor (like a warrior ). May he live long and happily. Aw, my gosh, that's great!! Yes, I'd love that -- I hope all goes well! I hope Streak and her kittens will be strong, healthy, and happy. (I hope so, too. Do you not want to talk about what happened to Callie's kittens?)
Nya ignored them and led Liana toward the Bounty. “Most of our stuff is on the ship, so we should be able to find something for you.” There was a moment of silence before Liana said. “I can walk by myself.” Coolly she pulled her hand back from Nya’s. “Sorry.” Feeling a little embarrassed, Nya brushed a strand of ink-black hair out of her hair. “I mean, I knew you could, I just thought. . .” Her voice trailed off awkwardly as she stared at Liana. The latter stared coldly in her direction with unseeing, milky-gray eyes, a look of resentment on her face. Nya took a breath and said. “Look. I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot, back there last night. I saw you fight off those huge cat-monsters, and I thought you were amazing. I don’t think you need help because you’re blind, because you obviously don’t need it. It’s just—” She tried to think of the right words. “You were so good, and I didn’t see your scars, so I was just surprised to see that you’re blind. “I think it’s cool that you can do all that. . .” She continued. “Even most normal teenage girls can’t do what you did. I’m sorry if I was patronizing. . . because I know how that feels.” Liana’s gaze softened. “Thank you. I—I’m sorry if I was a bit cold. I guess—I just hate it when people think I need to be treated like a toddler just because I can’t see. I’ve met very few who treat me like a real person.” “Like Cole? I mean, seeing that you guys were once friends.” Liana hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Like him. He doesn’t underestimate me or try to take care of me. He knows what I’m capable of.” “Then I’ll do the same.” Nya held out a hand. “Friends?” Liana blinked, then smiled. “Friends.” Nya let her find her hand, and the two girls shook on it. Nya then led the way into the interior of the Bounty, finding a room in which boxes of clothes were piled. The two of them stepped into the musty room, lit only by a small porthole showing the inside of the cavern, and waded into the pile of cardboard packages.
Nya ignored them and led Liana toward the Bounty. “Most of our stuff is on the ship, so we should be able to find something for you.” There was a moment of silence before Liana said. “I can walk by myself.” Coolly she pulled her hand back from Nya’s. “Sorry.” Feeling a little embarrassed, Nya brushed a strand of ink-black hair out of her hair. “I mean, I knew you could, I just thought. . .” Her voice trailed off awkwardly as she stared at Liana. The latter stared coldly in her direction with unseeing, milky-gray eyes, a look of resentment on her face. Nya took a breath and said. “Look. I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot, back there last night. I saw you fight off those huge cat-monsters, and I thought you were amazing. I don’t think you need help because you’re blind, because you obviously don’t need it. It’s just—” She tried to think of the right words. “You were so good, and I didn’t see your scars, so I was just surprised to see that you’re blind. “I think it’s cool that you can do all that. . .” She continued. “Even most normal teenage girls can’t do what you did. I’m sorry if I was patronizing. . . because I know how that feels.” Liana’s gaze softened. “Thank you. I—I’m sorry if I was a bit cold. I guess—I just hate it when people think I need to be treated like a toddler just because I can’t see. I’ve met very few who treat me like a real person.” “Like Cole? I mean, seeing that you guys were once friends.” Liana hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Like him. He doesn’t underestimate me or try to take care of me. He knows what I’m capable of.” “Then I’ll do the same.” Nya held out a hand. “Friends?” Liana blinked, then smiled. “Friends.” Nya let her find her hand, and the two girls shook on it. Nya then led the way into the interior of the Bounty, finding a room in which boxes of clothes were piled. The two of them stepped into the musty room, lit only by a small porthole showing the inside of the cavern, and waded into the pile of cardboard packages.
Nya opened one box with her name on it and began rummaging through various outfits. “Too dressy—” She tossed back lovely pink evening gown. “Too old—” She threw away a simple cheongsam frock. “Too flashy—” She shoved away a stylish, modern dress. “Too—” She stopped and gazed at the outfit in her hands. The golden phoenix symbol stared back at her from the green breastplate on the red uniform she wore when she was Samurai X. Her shoulders slumped, and she felt an unexpected twist in her heart at the sight of the old outfit. She thought she had accepted being the Water Ninja, but now her mind was flooded with a jumble of conflicting emotions. She bit her bottom lip as she realized. . . she still missed being a samurai. “Nya?” Liana questioned. The former shook her head and shoved the uniform back into the box, along with the pile of other rejected dresses. “That won’t work, either.” “You don’t have anything else? Don’t you have a ninja gi I could borrow?” “I haven’t been a ninja for long; I don’t have many extra.” Nya then said thoughtfully. “Maybe if you didn’t mind wearing a dress. . .” “No way. I don’t wear dresses. Period.” Liana interjected firmly. “They’re not girly, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Nya arched her eyebrows. “I’ve fought plenty of snakes, stone warriors, and nindroids in these.” Liana still looked skeptical. “Is there maybe an old outfit the guys aren’t using? Would they mind?” Nya thought about it. “Probably not. . . I’m pretty sure I can find something they don’t wear anymore. Right now we’re using our Honor uniforms.” She stood up and surveyed the cluttered little room. She saw a box with Zane’s name on it, pulled it out, and opened it to reveal several white gi folded and packed neatly. “One of Zane’s uniforms should work for you. I’m sure he won’t mind. Probably not the one that Lloyd stained pink, though.” She added. “I’m guessing you’re not really into pink, girly stuff.” “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen pink.” Liana replied wryly.
Nya looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were going to stop being cold.” “That wasn’t cold; that was sarcastic.” A small, playful grin tugged on Liana’s lips despite her cool tone. “There’s a difference.” Nya smiled and gave a short laugh. “Here. I think this will look good on you—” “AUGH! JAY!!” Cole’s voice yelped from outside the ship. Nya rolled her eyes and sighed. “What are they doing?? Get dressed. I’ll be right back.” As she left Liana in the room she muttered under her breath. “Boys.” She trotted away from the Bounty to find Cole shouting crossly at Jay through gritted teeth. “You’re not supposed to do it like THAT!” “What’s going on?” Nya questioned as she walked up to the two boys in a face-off. “He poured a bunch of that stuff on me, and it hurts like crazy!” Cole gestured angrily to his wounds, which were now dripping wet with the medicine, and the long, grotesque cuts were fizzing and turning white with odd hissing noises. “Well, sor-REE!” Jay exclaimed indignantly. “How was I supposed to know how this thing works?!” Nya sighed. “It’s supposed to hurt; that stuff is clearing out the infection. It won’t sting for long. Here.” She took the brown bottle from Jay and opened the first aid kit to pull out bandages and a wash cloth. “I’ll take care of this. Jay, you can help Liana find something to wear if she’s not satisfied with what we found. Don’t go in yet; she’s dressing.” She stopped him from walking in. “Oh. OK. Well, ah. . .” Jay stuck his hands in his pockets and glanced around. “Are my services no longer required? Because I want to see if there’s any sign of those creatures on the city security cameras.” “I already did that, but go ahead. I guess Liana will be fine.” Nya waved him off good-naturedly. “Go on, I’ll take care of things here.” She sat down beside Cole on the crate and poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide into the little white cap. Jay hesitated, then said. “OK, then.” He walked away and joined the others at the computer screens down the hall. The loading dock was quiet once he shut the door behind him.
Awww, congratulations!! That's fantastic!! You must be so excited! 
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Are they Streak's? Have you named them yet? How many are there? 
You're not going to name that one Jake, are you? 
They were my mom's cat's kittens, she had six, but five of them didn't make it, for graphic reasons... However there is still one left that we've been watching like a hawk. ( unfortunately the three that looked like Jake didn't make it. It was funny too because I had just read that story part were he was introduced the night before and then in the morning my mom tells me her cat had kittens and described the one she liked best almost exactly like you described Jake. ) 
No!! That's horrible! Oh, my word, I'm so sorry. . . I hope they passed away quickly and painlessly. 
(No. . . ! Aw, that's sweet.) 
I'm very glad for that. He sounds like a brave little survivor (like a warrior 
). May he live long and happily. 
(I hope so, too. Do you not want to talk about what happened to Callie's kittens?) 
Someone should write that in an LMBE story. 