Hey,
Just a little oneshot I had the idea for. Review please!
-Melissa
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my ideas and OCs.
Flowerfrost stared in horror at Grayfeather. "W-what?" She managed.
"You're expecting kits." The medicine cat repeated calmly. "Two or three, I'd say, and coming in about a moon."
"Kits?!" She mewed again in dismay and anger.
"Yes, kits. And I expect you cure yourself of that ridiculous prejudice by then." Grayfeather meowed, and padded back into her den.
Flowerfrost shrieked in agony. Briefly, she wondered if kits would kill her like they killed her sister. Oh, Petalwing...
The tabby medicine cat stood over her, gently resting a paw on her flank. "Soon now," She mewed reassuringly. Flowerfrost could feel her short black fur sticking to her sides with sweat, as she panted rapidly. The old branch cracked beneath her jaws, as the first kit slid out.
"She-cat." Grayfeather declared, licking it.
The queen's eyes clouded with fear as the pain of kitting continued. She should've known better than to take a mate after what happened to Petalwing; but she could not deny Frozentalon. Now, now that he was gone, she wished she had...
Flowerfrost was snapped out of her remembrance as with a final heave, the second kit slid out.
"She-cat again." Her medicine cat informed her. The queen twisted to look at her two daughters lying in the nest next to her. One was black like her, the other was white like Frozentalon. They were both very small. She wondered if they would even live through the first night, in the cold of leafbare.
"What will you name them?" Grayfeather asked, her eyes sympathetic with understanding.
Deathkit. Bloodkit. Losskit. Killerkit. The names flashed through her mind, dripping with her sister's blood; but looking down at her kits again, Flowerfrost pushed the memories out of her mind. "The white one, Freezekit. The black...Bloomkit." The older she-cat's eyes widened in surprise at the names, but she did not comment.
"Here, eat these herbs. I will check on you again in the morning." She murmured. Pushing a wad of herbs towards Flowerfrost, she left the nursery.
The black queen obediently choked down the nasty herbs. She studied her daughters carefully as she did so. Maybe, just maybe, kits weren't so bad after all.
"Freezekit, catch!" Bloomkit yowled, tossing a ball of moss over towards her littermate. The white kit leapt off the ground to bat the plaything in midair, directing it back towards her sister. The two kits flung the moss back and forth, leaping around happily while Flowerfrost watched with gentle eyes. They were so energetic, so full of life. It was hard to believe that kits just like these were the ones that killed Petalwing, clawing her apart so they could live. And they hadn't lived either, their small cold bodies lay dead on the nursery floor that night, just like their poor mother. But Flowerfrost's kits would live. They would grow up to be strong warriors of TreeClan, fierce fighters and swift hunters. Bloomkit would be leader, she was the commanding and social one, while Freezekit would have kits of her own, as she was the more gentle and caring one. They will live the life your kits never could, my beloved sister.