A tawny cat ran into the nursery as a loud yowl came from inside. The night was dark, and there was no light but the stars to help Stormclan see.
"Come on, Juniperstream! You can do it!" Oakleaf exclaimed, licking his mate's ear to calm her. Juniperstream's jaws clamped onto a stick as she began panting. Owlfeather sat down and pushed some herbs to the blue queen.
"Eat those, and push when I say to," the she-cat said, gently pressing on Juniperstream's abdomen. The queen let out another yowl, dropping the stick and quickly ate the herbs. A worried look was stained on Oakleaf's face.
"How much longer, Owlfeather?" The tom asked, licking his mate's ear once before looking at the medicine cat. The tawny she-cat didn't look at him, clearly focused. "You must wait, Oakleaf, kits come with time. Not all kits are born within a few minutes," She meowed, nodding at Juniperstream. "Push now."
Juniperstream, clearly in pain, pushed and didn't make a single sound. The stick was clamped between her teeth, looking as if it might be crushed at any moment. Owlfeather looked at a tiny kit was born. "Oakleaf, lick that kit. There might be more," she meowed, but Juniperstream's face showed relief. Owlfeather stopped, looking at the kit. "It's a she-kit, Juniperstream. Just one kit," Owlfeather meowed, smiling at Oakleaf. He placed the tiny kit next to Juniperstream, who was smiling at their daughter.
"What's her name, Juniperstream?" Oakleaf purred as the kit crawled over to her mother's stomach and began suckling. "Her fur is almost red, like yours. We'll call her Rosekit," Juniperstream purred, licking her new kit.