"Please! You can do this!" Jayfeather pleaded. Briarlight twisted around, trying her best not to scream in agony. How is this possible? Jayfeather thought to himself, while whispering words of comfort to the whimpering she-cat in the den. Her injury... it shouldv'e made it impossible to have kits! /i But yet here she was, kitting. No one had even noticed anything or anyone who could have done this to her. It had just... happened, with no explanation.
Her injury was taking it's toll. Her bottom legs couldn't move, so it was hard for her to struggle her way through the ordeal. Her quiet whimpers erupted suddenly as a little kitten slid out onto the nest that Jayfeather had for her at all times. A small wailing kit who slowly nudged itself to suckle with her mother. Briarlight squealed again as another kit plopped out, landing in the nest. Briarlight stopped crying. It was over.
She looked over the two kits, puzzled. One kit, a white she-kit with light gray stripes suckled quickly, while the other, a small tortoiseshell kit shivered in the cold winds of leaf-bare, and huddled next to Briarlight. Jayfeather looked over the two kits, puzzled at their appearance. The white kit with the tabby stripes could have been easily explained by Briarlight's mother, Millie, while the tortoiseshell kitten, who lie next to her, had to have been from some other cat, or Blossomfall.
Either way, Jayfeather thought to himself, staring at the kits while Briarlight's labored breathing returned to normal as she slowly went to sleep. These kits should have not been born, this is a mistake... her injury should not have allowed this.