Echoflight stared at the sky with her sightless blue eyes. She could tell that it was almost sun high. A minute to be exact. A minute to sun high. She flinched as she heard a wail: A queen was kitting. After the wail stopped, Echoflight relaxed again. Her white fur had fluffed up, but now it was flat again.
She looked down, sensing it was exactly sunhigh. Nothing happened. She waited, and after about a minute, there was another wail. The same queen was having another kit. Echoflight recoiled, her heart racing. She couldn't stand the sound of a queen in pain. That was why she had declined the offer to become medicine cat in the first place.
But this time she didn't feel disgusted or disturbed. Instead, she felt…afraid.
Afraid of two kits? That's ridiculous.
Echoflight scolded herself. But she couldn't shake off the feeling. She knew something bad was going to happen. These kits were dangerous.
She took in a shaky breath, trying to calm down. "No, no…" She murmured. Echoflight had a problem with panic. If she didn't calm down enough, she would have a panic attack. Her life had been saved multiple times with thyme, since it could help her calm down.
Echoflight tried to control her breathing. She couldn't. She was panicking. "No…No! No!" She yowled.