Ravenwing, Ashpelt's mate, Swam through the cold leaf-bare water. Ashpelt had been kitting all Morning, and Ravenwing was fetching wet moss for her.

When Ravenpaw returned to the Nursery, Duckfeather was furiously licking a kit who started to breathe. Ravenwing dropped the moss by Ashpelt's moth, who gratefully began to lick the moss.

"Ravenwing, quick! Start licking this kit!" Ravenwing began to feverishly lick his son, Ashpelt tiredly but proudly gazing at her newest son.

Ashpelt gave another agonizing yowl and a small white she-kit slid out from between her flanks. Duckfeather nudged the kit he had finished licking to Ashpelt's belly. It began to be nursed by her mother, her tiny paws kneading Ashpelt's belly. Ravenwing quickly did the same, nuzzling his mate.

Finally, all the kits, except for the tom, was kneading and suckling Ashpelt's belly.

Ashpelt's sister, Flowerlily, poked her head into the nursery. "Aww!" She cried, nuzzling her sister.

She had not had kits, but her belly was getting plump. There was no stopping Flowerlily from doing regular apprentice and warrior duties.

The tom might not survive the night. Duckfeather meowed. "Of course he will!' Ashpelt spat.

"I was only telling you what might happen!" The young tom hissed madly, his eyes wild.

Goldenflame, another queen, bearing unborn kits, mewed from her comftorable bracken-and-moss nest, Congragulations, Ashpelt! "What are you going to name them?"

"I think the white she-kit should be called Lillykit, The greyish pink one Rosekit, and the dark reddish brown kit Dirtkit."

Lillykit and Rosekit had opened their eyes but Dirtkit had not. "Dirtkit! Ashpelt yowled, Wake up!" Ashpelt sobbed.

"He has joined Starclan now." Duckfeather said. Ashpelt aimed a paw at Duckfeather's eye and scored.

Ashpelt thought her kits were perfect, and it was staying that way, and Duckfeather wasn't going to ruin that! Ashpelt quickly fell asleep and so Ravennwing thought he should leave her in peace after her painful morning.

Duckfeather looked anxiously at Ravenwing. Duckfeather was still young, about 12 moons old. When his mentor, Chirvilnose, knew his life was ending, and quickly made Duckpaw an medicine cat before he died.

"Do you think that Dirtkit looked weak? Because I'm starting to think we didn't lick him enough!"

Ravenwing noticed Duckfeather's eye was still bleeding, he had to tend to other cats.

"I'm suprised she didn't need poopy seeds to help her sleep, I was positive she was gonna need em'.

Ravenwing saw a ginger she cat limping across the clearing to the medicine den. "Firestorm!" He yowled. He was very fond of Firestorm, she was quite attractive, and she seemed to like Ravenwing, too. She almost collapsed into the medicine den. Duckfeather carefully nudged Firestorm into a nest in the den.

"Ravenwing, go get chirvil root and raspberry leaves. Oh, some poppy seeds, too!" Duckwing called. Ravenwing heard Firestorm yowling like she was having kits. Ravenwing was quick in the back of the den. He rushed out with chirvil root, raspberry leaves and poppy seeds. Firestorm was giving birth to kits. His kits.

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