Yowls echoed across the make-shift camp. One, two, so much yowling; if it didn't stop soon the camp would be discovered and overrun by foxes and badgers looking for a snack. But they didn't stop, if anything, they got louder.
Across the camp, a small, lithe shape slipped out from under a thornbush and padded towards a tom who was sitting on the other side.
"How's it going, Sunblaze?" the black and white tom asked.
"Not well, she's tiring but none have come yet. I'm not sure if everyone will live through this night, Blackshade." Sunblaze said ominously.
Blackshade stared after Sunblaze as the tom padded away, back to the nursery. As he slipped under the branches of the thornbush, Blackshade turned and started to pace.
Just as the sun peaked over the horizon and shed the first rays of dawn light, Sunblaze slipped out from under the thornbush again; the yowls had stopped.
He looked weary and disheveled, yet his amber eyes had a slight sparkle to them.
Blackshade stopped pacing and turned as the tom padded over.
"How is she?" he asked anxiously.
"She'll live most likely, but the kits might not."
