Hey there! Thank you for choosing to read this story. This is my second story, but I deleted my first. Please enjoy the prologue!
It was moonhigh, and not a single soul moved in the night. The silence was broken my a single owl hoot, then the sudden flap of wings as the owl moved away from the camp. The silence then returned.
Deep in the nursery, a queen suddenly let out a low moan of pain. She gasped and her eyes flew open. She knew what was happening. She groaned louder, pain ripples through her belly. Nearby, a queen with 2 kits at her belly, opened her eyes and looked at the queen. Not disturbing her kits, she quickly got up and padded out of the den and to the medicine den.
The queens eyes adjusted to the dark to see 2 sleeping bodies. She quickly prodded the older one awake. "She's having her kits!" She hissed. The medicine cat quickly awoke and jumped to his paws, nodding. He ran to the back of his store, grabbed some raspberry leaves and ran out the den. He entered the nursery to see the queen in extreme pain. He laid down the leaves and whispered, "I'm here. You'll be fine."
Much time later, the queen now nursed 3 newly born kits. She gazed opon them with love in her eyes, and silently promised to love them forever. Her mate burst into the den, eyes wide and frantic. "Your ok!" He sighed, and gave her a loving lick between the ears. She smiled. "Of course I am!" Looking down back to her kits, she said, "What should we name our little angels? I have already been thinking. How about Smokekit for our little tom?" Her mate nodded. "That's perfect. What about Flamekit for our other tom?" She nodded. "And Blossomkit for our sweet little angel?" Her mate smiled. "It's perfect. There all perfect." The queen purred. Resting her head on her paws, she fell asleep.
