"Quailsnow push!" hissed a large grey speckled tom as he stood above the struggling she-cat. The other gave him a sharp glare, telling him she was trying the best she could. A rustling came from outside the den as a soaked shape stepped in.
"Sleetstar seriously? I tell you to leave and you just barge back in. Quailsnow needs her space!" growled the cat through a mouth full of leaves and a single stick. The tom flattened his ears and stalked out of the cave, giving aggressive looks to anyone who dared glance at him.
Sighing, the she-cat trotted over to the birthing queen, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Put the stick in you mouth and bite when the pain comes. Seeing the queen was in pain, the took the stick and lightly shoved it into her jaws
A splitting pain ran up her paw as she quickly pulled it back. "Mouse-dung! Your not supposed to bite me!" the medicine cat spat, her eyes filled with rage. Quailsnow ducked her head in embarrassment, flicking her ear as she muttered an apology, "Sorry Thrushcall.." After realizing that she had snapped at the younger clan cat, she quickly licked her behind the ear, then continued to help her give birth.
"When I say go, push as hard as you can".
Sleetstar poked his head in rapidly, his eyes frantic. "Is everything ok? The kits? Quailsnow?" Thrushcall looked up and smiled. She gave him the signal to come over to see his new kits.
'Im a father!" the leader thought as he quickly stepped over. He eyed the kits carefully, sucking in every bit of detail. The first was a large dark grey tabby tom. Sleetstar was pleased at his large size. The second was a gray speckled tom, just like him. The third was a small silver and black she-cat. Eying her closer, he noticed something was off. She was missing one of her legs.
"What is the meaning of this!" he growled, unsheathing his claws and raking them across his mates muzzle. She stared at him in shock, her ears pulled back. He gestured to the third kit. As Quailsnow eyed the kit carefully, realization slid on her face. 'Sleetstar will never accept her.. and if I do, I will loose my mate, if I dont, the poor kit will have a terrible life..'
Snarling again, the leader breathed in the cream she-cats face. "This cat is not my daughter and will never be! I suggest we kill her now, by feeding her to the foxes or tossing her into a river".
The queen made up her mind as quick as possible. "No! She is out daughter for Starclan's sake! If you don't want to, I will raise her myself." The tom looked surprised, his amber eyes widening. "If thats your decision.." he breathed, pulling out his claws, "We loose a valuable clan member".
Sleetstar lunged forward and scratched her throat, then stood on her neck. Her paws flailed weakly, attempting to throw him off, but it was no use. He leaned forward and bit her neck.
The tom pulled back and stared at the mangled body, then screeched. "A fox! A fox has gotten into the nursury! It killed Quailsnow!"
A cream she-cat and a blue-grey she-cat entered the den, shocked looks on their faces. They sniffed the air, the scent of fox reeking the air, from the fox-dung Sleetstar had stepped in earlier. He did his best to fake cry, and the clan seemed to believe him.
The leader turned to stare at his unnamed kits. "Your Spiderkit", he muttered proudly. His eyes gazed over to the other two. "Your Greykit...and your Stormkit." Thrushcall gasped. Stormstar was an evil cat who had tried to take over the clans, killing almost a whole clan, and Sleetstar had named her after him.
He got up and left his kits, leaving them to Autumnshade, a nursing queen, to go "mourn" for his dead mate. The grey tom growled, thinking of Stormkit. 'You will never be my daughter. Once we are alone, I will kill you, and you wont be able to stop me".