Hello everyone! This is my very first Warrior cat fanfic so be open and even judgemental if you wish. I may need some pointers and I do have dislexia so sometimes I may write the wrong thing to get the words messed up. If there are a few mistakes please point them out, also please review and follow. I may need help with names in the future and the future chapters should be at least two times longer then this one. My poor Ravenkit ;-; She'll have a "Wonderful" kithood /
The tan she-cat rolled over in her nest, trying to get in a comfortable position. Her large round belly was carrying new life that would help the clan thrive in the future, her little warriors. You couldn't hear much besides the soft snoring of the other mothers in their nest, little kittens cuddled around their bellies. She snorted at the noise and tried to go back to sleep. Suddenly, before she knew if she released a agonizing yowl as her belly rippled in a contraction, making the queens around her open their eyes wildly as if they've been spooked in their dreams. A large gray tabby left her own kittens, even though they cried out for her warmth and trotted over in worry. But for crying out loud! They were five moons, they didn't need her to nuzzle them like they were newborns all the time.
"Elmstep! Are you okay..?" She hissed quietly, knowing not to wake up the kits by her loud voice.
"I think….Ugh! The..Kits!" Elmstep rasped as she felt another contraction and her belly rippled in agonizing pain once again and her parted jaws released another yowl. So much for keeping their voices down, the tiny mewls could be heard from the background, the kits were now awake.
Fernheart's eyes widened in realization, Elmstep was kitting! This was her first litter, so she'd need help.
"Quickkit! Go fetch Icewhisper! Tell her Elmstep is kitting!" She hissed at her kit, who sleepily blinked his eyes at what all the commotion was, his siblings just as frazzled. Within a few seconds of collecting himself he bolted to his feet and out the door. Being a five moon old kit he already remembered when Lilyheart gave birth to her two kits, his mother always told him to fetch Icewhisper, their medicine cat. But he never stayed to witness it.
"Icewhisper! Icewhisper!!" He yowled as he bolted in the medicine den, "Elmstep is kitting! She's kitting!" He just Had to say it as loud as possible, last time Icewhisper was snoozing when he was told to fetch him, and Lilypelt's birth was a difficult one.
"Okay, okay!!!" A grumpy voice rasped, like he was just woken up. "Quickkit! Help me carry this!" Quickkit puffed his chest in pride as he trotted over and grabbed the leaf wrap Icewhisper gave him for Elmstep.
"Carry it very carefully, and do not drop it!" He hissed, despite Icewhisper's bad attitude it was an honor to help the medicine cat, or just to help someone in need.
He nearly bounced off in excitement before remembering the leaf wrap. He carried it as gently as possible in his little teeth, making sure not to poke a hold in it as he made his way back to the nursery with Icewhisper following. The She-cat's yowls could be heard far away you'd think she woke up the entire clan or something, perhaps even a neighbored clan.
"Everyone out but Fernheart!" The grumpy cat growled, Fernheart usually always helped with the kitting, it seemed like she was always in the nursery. Lilyheart gathered together her two sleepy kits and started to nose them gently to the exit of the nursery, the two moon old kits mewing in protest.
"C'mon little ones, we need to give Elmstep some space." Her voice was soft and gentle, calming the kits down. Taking that as a cue Quickkit prodded his brother and sister to leave the nursery. Rockkit rolled his eyes sleepily before taking his leave, not wanting to have anything to do with it while Cinderkit bounced with excitement, clearing wanting to stay.
"Cinderkit, c'mon! We need to go. You should know they're going to be too young to play with, by the time their old enough we'll be apprentices!" Quickkit grumbled, not understanding why she'd want to stay. With a small growl of protest he finally was able to herd his little gray sister out of the nursery before he started to make his leave.
"Stay Quickkit, you can help us." Icewhisper meowed, catching him by surprise and he turned to his with round, curious eyes. His mother gaped at him in disapproval, clearly not wanting her kit to witness this.
"Icewhisper!" She hissed between clenched jaws. " He's only five moons!" She protested for her kit, but Quickkit padded up.
"It's okay, I'll help but I'm not sure what to do…!" He meowed, once again, honored to have this duty.
While his mother gaped at him he stared into Icewhisper's eyes, shining with appreciation.
Suddenly Elmstep let out another yowl and hissed at the arguing cats, clearly upset.
"Quickkit, open the leaf wrap and give it to her!" Icewhisper growled in frustration. Quickkit instantly went to work at tearing away the leaves on the sides that kept the herbs bounded inside, making sure they didn't spill out. He nosed the open package towards the She-cat and before he could even tell her to eat she gulped the herbs down, immediately parting her jaws to release another yowl.
"Please bite on this stick...It might help." Quickkit mewed as he fetched his favorite stick, it was nice and smooth, he and his siblings liked to play with it. Quickkit heard that biting on sticks help the pain, but he wasn't so sure if he did anything wrong. The medicine cat kept silent but Quickkit was sure he could feel his glaze on him. Elmstep took the stick with great gratitude and bit firmly on it.
"Push! Just push you stupid she-cat!" Icewhisper yowled in annoyance, it sounded like the grumpy old tom just wanted to go back to sleep, which made Quickkit wince slightly.
"I'm trying! I don't see you givin-" She growled just before she spasmed between a push, with a final weave a small, wet bundle tumbled onto the nest, making Quickkit wrinkle his nose. So this was how he and his siblings were born…For some reason he was actually pretty interested in medicine stuff, whenever they visited the elders den he'd always ask for stories on medicine cats or something familiar, it always drove Rockkit crazy.
Icewhisper grumbled and gently nipped open the birth sack and cut the umbilical cord. He gently licked the kit's face as he mewled, taking in his first breath. He let out a grunt as he gently picked the kit up and handed to Fernheart, who instantly started to finish his job by licking his fur the other way.
"A beautiful healthy tom." Fernheart let out a purr, Elmstep forcing her head up to glance at him, quivering in amazement before another spasm interrupted their reunion. Icewhisper placed a paw on her stomach and grumbled.
"About two or three more… push!" He growled, but before the young she-cat could snap at him she yowled. Quickkit thought that her Biting on the stick for dear life was going to make his favorite stick snap in two soon. Elmstep let out a finally weave and another wet bundle tumbled onto the nest. Icewhisper bent down and nipped at the Membrane, doing what he did to the last kit before Quickkit watched as it was pushed towards him.
Quickkit glanced at Icewhisper, about to protest with his jaw gaped before he just shut his maw. He quickly licked the wet kit dry, warming him by the smooth, long strokes of his tongue. Icewhisper watched as the young kit carried on the duty he was given, he didn't protest like he thought he would. And he was a fast learner, he must've been really paying attention to what they were doing. Quickkit accidentally felt a purr escape his throat as he warmed the kit.
"A…she-kit…" He said in uncertainty and embarrassment. Elmstep gasped as she took her finally push and a dark wet bundle tumbled out, Icewhisper licking it clean. It wasn't long before Elmstep collected herself together and pawed her mewling kits gently towards her belly, them quieting down once they nuzzled against her soft fur and nursed. Icewhisper cleaned up the mess before heading back to his den and the kits and mothers started to come back in.
Suddenly a dark tom came crashing in the nursery, "Lilyheart told me you kitted!" He gasped as he ran towards his mate.
"You're late, mousebrain." Elmstep purred and removed her folded tail away from the kits, which was acting as a blanket for them, letting their father see. They let out a couple mews before Hawkstorm rasped his tongue over their little heads gently, making them fall back to sleep.
"Their beautiful." He gasped as he rubbed his head against hers, "Any names yet?"
Elmstep sighed, "I've been wondering about that…What about Lilackit for the white and ginger patched she-kit?" She asked in uncertainty, that was the second born kit, she probably looked the most like her mom while the other two were darker kits.
"It's a wonderful name…What about Stormkit for this little guy?" He purred, the only tom of the litter was a dark gray and white kit, just like his father, hence the name.
Elmstep let out a little chuckle, "Okay then, so Stormkit and Lilackit? What about the last kit?" Elmstep glanced at the dark she-kit. She was mostly black, with some white and gray here and there, what was strange was she had white speckles on her back though.
"I don't know….." Hawkstorm paused in deep thought, unsure of what to name her. There was already someone with the prefix Shadow, so they shouldn't name her Shadowkit.
"Quickkit.." She called softly to the sleeping tom kit, he opened his eyes and groaned as they adjusted to the light and wiped away his sleepiness.
"Huh?" He asked between a yawn, he was completely exhausted from last night!
"How would you like to name her?" Elmstep asked him, making his eyes turn wide.
"Are you sure, Elmstep? He's just a kit…" Hawkstorm said in uncertainty, who knows what he'd name her. Dirtkit, Ratkit, Cutekit? Fluffkit? All those terrible names were popping inside his head.
"I'm sure." She let out a purr, "This little guy helped me when I was kitting. He's just like a little medicine kit."
Quickkit's heart swelled with pride at her words, a little medicine kit!
While Hawkstorm gaped at him and his mate Quickkit glanced down at the She-kit. She was kinda small, but she was beautiful.
"Well…if you don't mind…I'd like to name her Ravenkit." He purred, making Hawkstorm gap at him twice in a row, it was a very fitting name for sure.
"Ravenkit it is." Elmstep purred.
"Stormkit, Lilackit And Ravenkit. Such beautiful kits." Hawkstorm purred as he nuzzled his mate, but none of them knew what was awaiting on the journey ahead of the future warriors. Especially…Ravenkit.