EF (Eaglesflight): Hi! This is Spottedleaf's life, from kit to death! PLZ R&R!!!! I will probably do more. Maybe Bluestar. This is the prologue.
The early morning dew glittered on the leaves of the ferns and trees. An eerie silence hung over the camp, broken only by a beautiful tortoiseshell's moans of pain. Her chest heaved, exhaustion and pain wracking her body. She was panting, breath coming in shallow gasps. Her beautiful amber eyes were shut, and her head lay on the grass, for she did not have the strength to lift it up. Another cry of agony ripped itself from her already sore throat. The cats around were starting to wake up. A blue-gray tom was crouched beside her, murmuring words of encouragement. His amber eyes sparkled as he mewed softly, "its okay, Dappletail, you're doing fine." The only thing she could do was groan as another agonizing spasm wracked her slender body. Her shining eyes opened into the tiniest slits, letting a few unshed tears spill over her lids. The world spun around her, confusing her pained mind. Shutting them tight again, she concentrated on happy thoughts. Her beautiful body convulsed, sending another moan of pain from her jaws.
"Its okay, Dappletail, it's almost over," the comforting murmur came from the tom crouched beside her shaking figure. Faintly she heard a kit's cries as it called for its' mother. "You've given birth to a beautiful kit. Just one more to go," the blue-gray medicine cat went on. "One last push."
With a painful gasp, the tortoiseshell summoned her last scrap of strength to give one final heave, hearing more pitiful mews after a heartbeat of silence. Then she lay there, panting, her body going limp with exhaustion and relief. "It's over, Dappletail, and you've given birth to two beautiful, healthy kits. I just wish Tawnyspots was here to see them."
A pang of grief shook her numb body, the pain of loss afresh. She could clearly see the vivid picture of her handsome love's face smiling down on her from the ranks of StarClan. The dark tabby had died in battle with ShadowClan just a week before his kits were due. Opening her eyes, she saw the medicine cat licking two newborn kits. Her kits. No, they're kits. One, the eldest, was a pale gray she-cat, her unusual blue eyes round with wonder as she gazed around her in astonishment. The other was a beautiful tortoiseshell, a she-cat as well. Her amber eyes were sparkling with curiosity but she stayed silent.
"What will you name them?" Crestedpool, the medicine cat, urged lightly.
"I shall call the pale gray one…Willowkit," she announced.
"And the other?"
She studied the other for several heartbeats before it struck her. "Spottedkit."
EF: Well, did you like it? I don't care if you review or not. Anyways, did you think I made Willowkit and Spottedkit open they're eyes too quickly? I did. I'm sorry. Also I over-did it a little with the describing, don't ya think? And, yes, I know that Tawnyspots probably wasn't the father, but oh-well!
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