YET ANOTHER FANFIC! So this is another idea I had in the past couple of weeks, and I decided to throw it at you guys! Yes, I'm busy with A Secret Across the Border and The Four Clans of Random Events (abbreviation: TFCORE, verbally said, T-F Core), but this idea just came to me and I'm DYING to try it! So let's begin!

(The story takes place a LONG time after the Great Battle cause I'm too lazy to actually do research and find every cat's names)

The WindClan medicine cat rushed into the nursery. She shooed away other kits that tried to pry. One of the queens was kitting, and she had to help. Featherleaf crouched beside the writhing queen, her apprentice close by. "Hush, Runningshine. You're alright." Featherheart motioned to her apprentice. "Snowpaw, get me a stick. One that won't splinter easily, but will be easy on the teeth."

Snowpaw nodded seriously, casting an anxious glance at Runningshine. "Yes, Featherleaf." The young she-cat sprinted outside. As she left, a large black-and-white tom stepped in.

"Featherleaf! Runningshine is going to be alright, won't she?"

Featherleaf nodded. "She'll be fine. This is a kitting, it's natural." She turned once more to the shrieking she-cat. She gave the queen a pawful of fuzzy leaves. "Borage. It will help your milk to come." The she-cat chewed the leaves, gagging. Featherleaf held out yet more herbs once the queen had swallowed. "Chamomile. Eases the mind, strengthens the heart. Eat it."

Runningshine did as she was told. The tom lay down beside her, a horrified look on his face. "Runningshine?"

Runningshine's eyes rolled towards the tom. "Swiftbolt? Please stay," she begged, wincing.

Swiftbolt nodded. "I will."

Featherleaf bit her lip. It wasn't always efficient to have the queen's mate with her, the tom could interfere. But Runningshine was new to kitting, and Swiftbolt looked determined. Featherleaf reluctantly admitted defeat. "Fine. Just let me do my job, and don't get in the way. Comfort her." Featherleaf leaned towards Runningshines belly, gently neading her paws against the queen. "Snowpaw!"

Snowpaw appeared, a large branch in her jaws. She slipped through the lichen entrance and dropped the stick at Runningshine's head. "I'm here, Featherleaf," the white apprentice declared.

Featherleaf sighed. "Good. Give the stick to Runningshine." Snowpaw did as she was told. Featherleaf turned her head to the queen. "Bite down as hard as you can when the pain comes," she ordered. Runningshine nodded, squinting her eyes shut in agony. Whimpers and whines rung from her throat.

Featherleaf watched as Swiftbolt swallowed while Runningshine shrieked in pain, the stick splintering into millions of pieces.

Featherleaf smiled down at the litter of three healthy young kits. Runningshine's side was heaving as she gasped for breath. Featherleaf didn't worry, though. All queens gasped and sputtered once the kitting ended. They were simply trying to get their breath back. Featherleaf instinctively grabbed the coltsfoot that Snowpaw was holding and chewed it into a pulp. She then rubbed the poultice onto Runningshine's chest. Snowpaw inched forward, craning to see the kits. "They're so cute," she whispered, grinning.

Featherleaf sighed. "Aren't they? One of the many joys of medicine cat duty: you get to see the kits before anyone else, even the parents." Featherleaf licked the kits the wrong way to warm them. Snowpaw followed the gesture.

One of the other queens raised her head to look at the three bundles. "They're all adorable." She looked at Swiftbolt and Runningshine. "Congrats."

Runningshine managed a weak smile. She sat up slowly, bending her head forward to look at her new sons and daughters. Swiftbolt looked as well, pride glowing in his eyes. Feathereaf purred. "Wow," Runningshine whispered. She nudged the first bundle, a storm gray tom-kit with a white blaze down the middle of his face. "Stormkit is the perfect name."

Swiftbolt nodded in agreement and nudged the next kit, a light brown tabby she-kit that looked just like Runningshine. "How about Stripekit for this one? Her tabby stripes are very unique."

Runningshine purred. "I love it."

Swiftbolt looked at the last kit, a light brown she-kit with three white paws and one black paw. Her tail was a darker brown than the rest of her body with a black tip. "What about this one?" He nudged the kit, and the bundle mewled as it tipped on its side. Both cats gasped as they saw what had been revealed. The one black paw was twisted completely backward. Featherleaf raised her brow, wondering why the parents were so horrified at the paw. "It's twisted backwards," Swiftbolt meowed.

"Yes," Snowpaw answered cocking her head. "And?"

"That's terrible!" Runningshine answered. "She won't be able to run like the other kits!"

"She'll just have to practice hard," Featherleaf replied, gradually understanding. Running was very important to WindClan, and a slow cat wasn't a popular one. But a twisted paw shouldn't be something for the parents to be horrified by. So their kit would be slow. No big deal. She was a beautiful she-cat, and that's all that mattered.

Runningshine's head hung. "Why does my kit have to be the deformed one?"

Featherleaf gaped, furious at the she-cat's comment. But this was not her place to speak.

Swiftbolt stood, frowning. "I will not accept this kit. She's deformed, and I don't want that extra responsibility."

Featherleaf saw Snowpaw gasp, and suppressed one of her own. "But she's your kit!"

Swiftbolt scrunched his nose, not answering. These parents had just rejected their own daughter.

Well? What'cha think? Do I keep going? I have a story all planned out. But if you guys don't like it, I won't do it.