I was REALLY tired when I thought of this. Just random kitting scenes. Put the couple you want to see, and I'll probably put it. First one's Firestar and Sandstorm. I DON'T own Warriors. SOB
Sandstorm lay curled up on her bed, watching her own tail flick restlessly. She knew she ought to get some sleep, but every time she shut her eyes they sprang back open, as if her eyelids were held up by tiny posts. The ginger cat rose from the moss, hoping to find a more comfortable position, but suddenly crumpled with pain. What? she thought, suddenly a bit groggy. Oh...no... Sandstorm held in any moans , though her whole body still ached. There was a stir somewhere below her heart, and she knew that her litter of kits was arriving. "Firestar," she whispered into the night. "Come here..." Then she began a slow, painful amble to the warriors den, looking for Cinderpelt.
Cinderpelt had just gotten back from getting moss for Graystripe(He was injured) when she saw Sandstorm limping across the clearing. She dropped the moss and it dropped soggily to the ground. "Sandstorm!" She hobbled over to her and propped her up by her shoulder. "You shouldn't be up! Your kits are due soon, you don't want to hurt them!" Leading her over to the nursery, Cinderpelt realized something. "Are they..." she swallowed the lump in her throat, "coming?"
Sandstorm dipped her head in assent. "Cinderpelt, I know t-this is your first kitting without Yellowfang, but you must h-help me," she told her quietly.
Cinderpelt bit her lip, she was so scared. "I-I've never... been to a kitting before. I have n-no idea what to do." She felt like crying like a defenseless little kit. Yellowfang... StarClan... help me. "What do I need? What do I do? Why does it have to be today?" Why me? She remembered Graystripe in her den. Maybe he can help. She felt anxiety overwhelm her. But he's injured and I doubt he knows what to do more than I do! Sandstorm was weakening by the second. "What happens during a ktting?" she figured it was a stupid question, but it needed to be asked.(A/N: This is Cinderpelt's first time overseeing a kitting.)
Sandstorm's cries of pain were matched by another stream of growls of pain. Ow! Ow! Ow! This better be good! Ow! Grunting in pain, Graystripe limped into the horrific scene. Sandstorm was lying on her side, Cinderpelt sitting in slient panic. "Ayi-yi-yi! This isn't good!" Graystripe stumbled over to Cinderpelt. "Hey Cinderpelt..." A sore Graystripe bent his head to his side onto Cinderpelt's head for comfort, "Hey hey, don't cry okay. I might not know what to do during a kitting. But that's okay 'cause I'm not the one doing the kitting! Nature has a way of letting queens know exactly what to do. I'm not sure what, but I think we wait until the pain increases and the kits start coming. Until then, we wait..."
The large ginger tom sat outside of the nursery. He heard a mew from inside, a familliar mew. Firestar quickly slid into the entrance. "Sandstorm? I heard my name.." his voice trailing off, bounding over to his mate. "What's wrong, Sandstorm?" he trotted over to the she-cat's side and gave her head a few licks. Firestar turned his gaze from Sandstorm to Cinderpelt. "Do you know what's wrong with her?" he asked Cinderpelt, keeping his voice calm.
Interceding for the panic-stricken Cinderpelt, Graystripe turned to Firestar, who was his best friend, "Oh hi... erm... Your mate is having kits, and we can't do much for her until the kits comes out. Don't worry, everything will work out fine." I think... Despite his words of confidence, his amber eyes wavered in that area.
Cinderpelt was panicking. Sandstorm was in so much pain, and she couldn't do anything about it. If she gave her poppy seeds, she'd fall asleep and the kits might not be born the right way. I don't want to kill anyone! What do I do? Graystripe's advice did help a bit and it was comforting to have other cats around her. I wish Yellowfang was here; she'd know what to do... She was cut off from her thoughts when Sandstorm let out another wail of pain. Her anxiety went through the roof. She started to wimper quietly. StarClan, help me!
Cinderpelt,
her mind clouding with fear, suddenly heard a small voice in her
head, and smelled kit-scent. It was not the scent of a newborn
covered in birthing fluid, but of a very young kit nonetheless.
Shaking her head in confusion, the medicine cat tried to clear her
mind, and get back to the terrifying task at hand.
Suddenly, a
small but calm and soothing voice rang out in her head.There is
nothing to fear, Cinderpelt, it mewed serenely.The young
apprentice suddenly saw a flashing image of a small, white-silver kit
sitting under a swathe of stars.I am Silver. My brother is
Firestar. I will make sure that his kits come smoothly.
Cinderpelt's mind cleared, and she listened to the directions that
Silver provided.Massage her belly muscles, so that the kits will
come easier. There is no need to give her any herbs, as she is
healthy and able to kit. Once the kits have come, lick them clean and
let them drink their mother's milk. Then give Sandstorm some
traveling herbs, so that she will still be strong after the birthing.
Make sure that she is full-fed, so that she will provide the kits
with enough milk. Silver mewed. The kit paused, then nodded. Good
luck! Then the silver she-cat faded from Cinderpelt's mind, and
she was left to take care of Sandstorm.
Cinderpelt's eyes were wide. StarClan... came to help me... She looked around at the other cats in the nursery. They didn't look like they heard anything. Looking over at Graystripe, she spoke, "Graystripe, can you massage her belly while I'm gone?" She made her way to the entrance calmly to the others' amazement, "I'm going to get some travleing herbs. I'll be right back." With that, she bounded off towards her den to rifle through her herbs. I should get some fresh-kill as well...
Firestar glanced up at Graystripe. "Are you still pretty injured? Could you manage to massage her belly?" he asked. Then he fixed his gaze on the restless queen.
Cinderpelt returned with the fresh-kill and herbs and dropped both to the ground. Graystripe and Firestar were taking care of massaging her muscles and Sandstorm already seemed to be doing better to Cinderpelt's amazement. She racked her memory to remember what Silver instructed. Got the massaging. She looked down at the items she brought into the Nursery. And the herbs and fresh-kill. The kits weren't exactly born yet... so she couldn't lick them clean. I guess all she could do was try to comfort her a bit.When she left the nursery, she picked up the moss bundle from the middle of the clearing, realizing that it could help a bit. "Here, Sandstorm, have some water. Everything will be okay, I promise." She hoped she sounded more confident than she felt.
Sandstorm tried to remain calm, even though a nervous sweat was soaking her fur. Jumbled voices tumbled around her, fast, then slow; loud, then soft. And suddenly her body was leading her through a familiar command, and she knew the kitting would go right...Her muddled mind then broke through into full-consciousness once more, and she was aware of a mewling kit. Sandstorm was halfway there. In an almost painless instant, the last kit had been born. "My treasures," she whispered, leaning forth to touch noses with a blind kit that was already burrowing against her skin.
The large ginger tom purred cheerfully. "You're feeling alright now, right Sandstorm?" he asked his mate. Firestar trotted to Sandstorm's other side where the kits were. "They're beautiful." He purred. He observed his kits carefully. "Sandstorm, have you decided on any names for them?"
Cinderpelt released the breath she had been holding. Thank StarClan! My first kitting... and it went well! She limped forward and started licking the kits dry with Sandstorm's help. Speaking of StarClan... she bent over to her side and picked up the herbs and fresh-kill. "Please eat these, Sandstorm. I have a feeling they will help." She said softly, using her nose to push the items to her paws. "Congratulations!" she looked around at the other cats in the Nursery, they were all so happy that it went well. Her eyes then landed on Firestar. She blinked a few times, thinking she had seen a tiny silver kit sitting next to him with the same proudness. Firestar then asked the question she was about to ask. "That's right, you need to pick out names!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Sandstorm was very weary, but managed to sit up straighter. She cocked her head to one side. "I know it's quite early...but I told myself if I had a tabby kit, she would be called Leafkit," She purred, wrapping her tail around a tiny but decidedly tabby and white kit. "And I've been thinking about names for a kit that looked like Firestar." She glanced up at her mate. "Do you like Squirrelkit?"
"Yes, I love both of those names." Firestar answered. He lay down, bringing his face closer to the kits."Leafkit and Squirrelkit it is then." He meowed gently, gazing at the two kits.
Cinderpelt felt her skin heat. "What beautiful kits...With names to match." She then licked both kits in between the ears. "Sandstorm, I hope you eat your herbs and fresh-kill. You need your strength." She started toward the entrance of the nursery, but stopped suddenly. "Wait! Should we have a warrior run over and tell Dustpelt or should we wait until he gets back?"(A/N: They are at a Gathering, and since Firestar wanted to stay because Sandstorm was so close to kittting, so Dustpelt adressed the Clans.) If this doesn't prove me worth being a Medicine Cat, then I don't know what will!" Graystripe, I advise we go back to my den. You need to rest as well, it's getting close to dark. I think everyone needs their rest after tonight." She turned towards Firestar and mewed, "Are you going to stay in the nursery tonight?"
"I think we should leave them at the Gathering, we don't really want to disturb them.. Do we?" He thought for a few rabbit hops. "I don't know, really." He answered, then turned to face his mate. "Do you need me here,or are you fine on your own?" Firestar asked.
Moaning and groaning, Graystripe mumbled agreement to Cinderpelt. After gettting to his wobbly paws, Graystripe spilled out a quick farewell to his friend, Firestar, before wearily following Cinderpelt to her den.
"I'm fine, Firestar. Go and be a leader." She licked her mate's face. "These are our kits. Our daughters to guard. Two little lives."