aaah classic fluffy who sees babies on tv and grow “fond” of them, pestering her mama on daily basis on wanting them not listening to her owner words about the responsibilities they come with.
Rose runs away eventually shouting harsh words to her mama.
Being a lazy domestic fluffy, she in unprepared to the feral live, used to eat sweet kibbles with coconut milk and homemade sketties, changing her diet on eating trash and more rarely grass, is quite traumatic for her.
No ones wants to stay with her, humans kicks her away anytime she approaches them and other ferals chases her off thinking she want to steal their hard achieved nest and nummies.
Eventually she finds a very mean stallion with a weird tubular hairstyle and have special huggies (much of the stallion delight).
The soon mama was alone (the stallion fucked off somewhere else), cold and depressed.
All Rose done while waiting for the big day was making sick wawas and sad wawas.
The BIGGEST POOPIES came during dark times unannounced, provoking the mere immense and incomprensibile pain, fear and spraying bad poopies all over her rotten box of a nest, and then lay from the exhaustion.
When she woke, Rose was welcome by her new bebes, sleeping snuggled up in her fur, full smeared of the night prior tumme stinky wawa.
This is were all mares’s mama mode kicks in, but Rose saw only pain, poopies, bad memories and wasted milk.
If she only listened to mama.
At this point she would snuggle in her mama arms while eating tasty nummies in her warm housie.
Owner probably told her multiple times but being the spoiled little brat that she is she thought she knew better and now she’s alone no home no family and no love especially now since she killed her young which we’re just born into the world
Victoria - “It’s a shame this safe-room is so big, too big for just one Fluffy. Imagine you had a bunch of little babbehs running around, laughing and playing together. Why I can almost hear them now.
Ah, but you’ve already explained how you feel about kids, and me reminding you how great they are isn’t going to change your mind or make you feel guilty about slaughtering your own defenceless newborns. Anyway I’m off to make lunch, you enjoy your massive safe room you lucky girl.”
