"Come on SpottedFeather, you can do it !" Gathered in harmony were a petite group of the Nursery, awaiting their newest arrivals. Of course, the Medicine Cat FigHeart was positioned to deliver the precious bundles, her private eyes focusing on them. The snow white she cat howled with agony as she pushed her very hardest, resulting in the birth of her final kit, claws digging into the moss bed she lay in. At her stomach already were two tiny she kits who'd been brought into life several minutes before, about to be introduced to their third sibling.
"A handsome tom !" The excitable tone of her beloved mate, ThistleFlicker, rang in her unusually small ears. Almost instantly after they'd began discussing names, the Medicine Cat's voice rose into audio,

"I wouldn't be so hasty..." FigHeart's eyes wavered off of the she who'd finished kitting toward the proud Father, "He's not exactly...Alive." Sudden heartbreak and grief swept over ThistleFlicker, his meow becoming deep and dry,

"M-My Son isn't breathing..." He looked down at the kit and like the Medicine Cat had said, the bundle wasn't breathing, "You're a Medicine Cat ! Make him breathe !" Within seconds chaos was becoming more and more as his voice loudened, yelling such and such. Though she sat there with an emotionless and blank look in her eyes,
"I cannot bring the dead back. If I could, do you think I'd be here right now ?" Everything fell silent. She was referring to her previous post, as a loved Queen. She'd been deeply in love with the previous Deputy, LionTail, until the unfortunate event of the unforgetable Badger attack. He'd died in battle defending the Nursery where his mate had been resting and to make her time worse, the stress and fear had sadly killed off the kits brewing in her stomach. Since that event she'd become distant and unwilling to speak, no one forcing her. SpottedFeather's small ears flattened, brisking her skull as her eyes began to cloud over with sadness.
"Mama, what's happening ?" From the back of the den, a young Kit's voice loudened. Kits were always kept away from the kitting Queens, as it wasn't exactly a nice sight to lay their innocent eyes on.

"ElmKit, be quiet." One of the already nursing Queens murmured, trying to stay silent during the moments the couple were going through.

"No Mama !" The Kit sprang forward, ignoring her Mother's immediate turn in tone. Once she settled her gaze on the litter, her eyes brightened, "I'll have some friends ? Cool !"

"ElmKit, get back." FigHeart's placid tone became impatient as the Kit became ignorant of everyone else, squeezing her way to where the tiny tom Kit lay, motionless. She prodded him gently, with no response.

"Why won't he react ?" Her confused eyes flickered over the tired she-cat opposite her,
"He's...Not made it." SpottedFeather's words were thick with grief and disappointment, though this didn't stop ElmKit. She continued to prod and poke the Kit, licking his sealed ears desperately. By now the crowd had disappeared, as well as FigHeart. She'd checked over the other two and they were perfectly fine - two lovely she Kits with the names of FogKit and CedarKit. ThistleFlicker and SpottedFeather, as well as ElmKit's Mother BrindleFur, had tried to pry her away from the tiny figure but she was reluctant to, so they moved the pair into the back of the den away from everyone else.
"Come on little Kit...Little DeadKit..." She whispered, "I'll keep you safe, tiny Kit. We'll be best friends, please wake up ? For your Mummy, Daddy and Sisters too !" The Queens had flattened their ears, only focusing on their own litters and ignoring the desperate Kit. Though SpottedFeather was the only one intruiged at how she'd kept with the deceased Kit and attempted to bring him to life. As her bristled salmon tongue rasped over his tiny face, a sudden loud and piercing squeal tore through the Nursery.

"What was t-"

"He's alive ! He's alive ! He's alive !" The Kit shrieked loudly, pride flashing briefly through her almond shaped eyes.

"It can't be..." SpottedFeather breathed and ElmKit charged over, dragging his tiny writhing body in her jaws, "Thank StarClan ! And this young Kit ! ElmKit, thank you so much !" Her eyes watered as her voice came out in shaky sobs, ElmKit charging away to announce her news.

"That's a load of Mouse dung, Kit." ThistleFlicker muttered, too busy mourning with his Sister, NettleHeart, at his side.

"Wait, Thistle, can't you hear that ?" The Kit's squealing was loudened, as if trying to let everyone know he was alive.
"My Kit !" His head shot up - only a parent could know their offspring's call, because to ElmKit it was just squealing. He immediately charged in FigHeart's den, literaly dragged her out to the Nursery, where she was met with a surprise.

"You saved him...?" Her eyes shot to ElmKit, the young she nodding with an overly proud and fat grin, "That's impossible..."

"What's he going to be called ?" NettleHeart purred quietly, nudging her Brother then SpottedFeather who lay in awe whilst roughly grooming her Son.

"His name is DeadKit, little DeadKit." His saviour responded, defiant. ThistleFlicker went to object as he'd planned out names, but SpottedFeather flicked her bushy tail over his mouth with an innocent little grin,
"DeadKit it is."