A white she-cat cried out in pain. "Screechnight!" she yowled, just as a gray tabby tom entered.
"Wildwind? What is it?" he asked, panic flaring in his eyes.
"Screechnight... the kits are coming..." Wildwind moaned. She twitched violently and yowled again.
Screechnight stopped moving for a moment and then stuck his head out the entranceof the nursery. "Liontail come quick! The kits are being born!" he called to the WoodClan medicine cat. He waited impationtly for a few seconds and then rolled his eyes; "Hurry up!" he hissed, "I don't want my kits to die!"
"Keep your fur on, I'm coming," the golden she-cat, Liontail, grumbled through a mouthful of motherwort, thyme leaves, borage leaves, watermint, and poppy seeds.
Screechnights eyes widened. "Are...are all those herbs really necessary?" he whispered, becoming more worried - over protective as he was - by the second.
Liontail sighed. "Yes," she grumbled. "Wildwind, is you stomach bothering you?"
Wildwind gasped in pain. "Yes," she moaned.
"Then take this," Liontail pushed the watermint over to her. "I suppose these might help to," she said, giving her the motherwort and thyme leaves. "Tell me when your in excessive pain and... PUSH!"
Screechnight gulped and watched Wildwind eat the herbs. He waited in silence until the kits were born. "They're beautiful," he gasped once they had been licked dry. He nuzzled the happy looking silver tabby tom and sighed. "He reminds me of your father," he said, after Liontail had left.
"Then let's name him Goldenkit, for Goldenstorm," Wildwind purred. "But what about her?" She flicked her tail to the serious looking white she-kit.
"Birdkit," Screechnight said automatically.
"Birdkit and Goldenkit... I like those names," Wildwind mewed. "I can't wait untill they open their eyes..."