OK...No reviews yet...so I added my own. This one is Graystripe and Silverstream. Let's pretend that Graystripe joined RiverClan and Silverstream lived through the kitting. R&R, Please! And yeah...I know Its sorta lame.
Silverstream rushed into the nursery with Graystripe. She had just barely started kitting, but now she was in the nursery, safe. "Where's Mudfur? I need him!" She frantically started panting, suddenly frightened and paranoid.
Graystripe looked around for Mudfur, then looked at his mate, who was laying there scared as the kits started to come. He was scared too, and he wished that Mudfur would return quickly.
"Graystripe, stay here until Mudfur comes. I want you to be with me." She gritted her teeth as the hot pain seared through her. It was a lot more painful than she had expected, and the kits hadn't even started to come yet!
Hearing the panicked cries of a queen in pain, Mudfur quickly ran into the nursery. "GRAH!" He yelled, catching sight of the queen, who was either getting ready to kit or suffering some strange, deadly illness. "Why can't you queens just wait to kit until New-Leaf? Do you want your kits to die?" He cut the stunned cats off before they could answer. "Never mind, never mind. Just let me get a look at you and make sure you're not going to have a hole punched in your stomach or anything like that."He nudged away the other cat, and examined her fleetingly. "You seem fine," he said after a moment, "Just sit still and try to relax."
Silverstream looked up at the medicine cat, glad that he was here. "Mudfur-I'm so glad you're here!" She gritted her teeth again, and tried her hardest to do as he said, and relax. She gave a signal for Graystripe to stay, wanting him to be here with her. The queen sheathed and unsheathed her claws, wishing it was over.
"Yes, I know you're glad," Mudfur said, a hint of impatience in his voice, "Now, if you don't want me to leave, you'll sit still and be quiet." He was so sick and tired of all these queens deciding to kit right smack in the middle of Leaf-Fall. Did they want their kits to live in such unhappy times, growing up with the problems of sickness and food shortages?
Silverstream looked up at him, annoyed. "Look Mudfur, if it makes you happy, I'll make sure I kit in new-leaf next time, okay?" When you're in love with someone, you don't really stop to think about when your kits are going to be born, now do you? She looked up at the medicine cat again. But I guess he wouldn't know that, huh?
Mudfur snorted. "Next time," he snickered, eying the queen as convulsions wracked her body. "After this, I honestly doubt there will be a next time. You're not going to want to go through this again."Again, he snickered at the she-cat's pain. After all, Silverstream had brought this on herself. It wasn't Mudfur's fault that she was having to go through all of this.
"Well! Of course there will be a next time!" Silverstram glared at the medicine cat. "Mudfur, I bet you've never loved someone before, so you wouldn't know what it's like. So don't go telling me how I'll never want to have kits with Graystripe again, when you don't even know yourself, okay?" Her body was racked with great pain again, and she could have clawed Mudfur's ears off for laughing at her.
Mudfur couldn't help laughing at the poor kitting queen. He decided not to say anything else, but simply thought to himself, Love has nothing to do with it... No cat in their right mind would honestly want to go through this again... Then again, when have I ever been under the impression that the queens here are in the least bit sane? "How is the pain right now?" He asked conversationally, as if simply inquiring as to the state of the weather or something of the type.
Silverstream glared at the medicine cat again. He made her so angry, even when she was in so much pain. "It's fine," she growled. Of course it wasn't fine, and Silverstream didn't really want to lie to Mudfur, so she added, "It's the same as it has been for the past seven minutes."
Graystripe's eyes narrowed at the sight of two cats fighting like jackdaws. He tried to comfort Silverstream as the kits started to come. The gray tom's golden eyes pleaded with Mudfur not to anger his mate, for it might affect the kits.
Silverstream gasped as the pain increased greatly. It felt like she had been lit on fire, and she had to grit her teeth hard and tightly squeeze her eyes shut to keep herself from yowling in pain. The first kit was starting to come.
Graystripe's eyes widened as the first kit appeared. Its smooth dark gray fur was shiny with water, and his father's words hit him.(A/N: He can see the head) Stormkit will be gray and regal.
Mudfur tapped Graystripe's shoulder with his tail. "If you don't mind," he meowed coldly, "let me by so that I can check your mate."
"Out of my way," Mudfur hissed, "And let me be the medicine cat. It's my job to help with the kitting. You are here merely for moral support, so just go sulk in a corner of the nursery or something while I take care of these kits."
Silverstream looked up at the medicine cat, fear in her eyes. The first kit was starting to come, and it was really painful. She gritted her teeth again, wishing it would be over soon.
"It will be over soon, hopefully..." Mudfur said, then muttered under his breath, "Unless, of course, one gets stuck..."This idea sent Mudfur shaking with silent giggles as he waited for the kits to finish coming.
"Hey! What's so funny, Mudfur?" Just then, the kit entered into the world, along with a sharp stab of pain. She gritted her teeth, and then washed the kit off. Graystripe's father was right.(A/N: A little prophecy.) He was dark gray, the color of storm-clouds. "He's beuatiful!" Silverstream breathed. Suddenly, the kit started mewling, so she washed him even more, and nudged him into her belly.
Carefully nudging the first kit away from its mother, Mudfur licked the poor little scrap clean. What a beautiful little kit... he thought, Though, no matter how cute he may seem now, I'm sure I'll see no end of trouble from him later on." Once the kit was completely dry, Mudfur replaced him beside his mother. Were it not for the fact that the next kit was already on its way, the medicine cat would have reprimanded Silverstream for being so clumsy about drying off her kit. Some luck it would be if the poor thing caught a chill moments after birth and died just because of its mother's carelessness. Well, just thank StarClan that I'm here. He thought as she waited for the next kit to arrive.
A few minutes later, the second kit started to come. It was extremely painful, but Silverstream just lay there patiently, waiting for it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and dug her claws into the earth. And, a few moments later, it came. The kit was a pretty, light gray she-cat. Featherkit. She bent down and washed her silver fur off, and then nudged her into her belly with her brother.
For the briefest moment, Mudfur thought about taking the kits away from their mother and licking them clean himself, but decided against it. It seemed as if Silverstream was carrying things out pretty well all on her own. As the kits began in a pathetic hunger chorus that was often the first noises they would ever make, Mudfur groaned. How could queens learn to lie with that obnoxious keening? Well, at least Mudfur wouldn't have to deal with them.
When Featherkit was born, Silverstream realized this was the last kit of her first litter. She planned to have many more with Graystripe, of course, but this litter was something very special. Her very first litter...like a symbol of the start of a long, happy life with her mate. She bent down and thoroughly washed Featherkit off some more, and nudged the mewling kit into her belly with her sibling. Her kitting was over, and she now had two, beuatiful newborn kits to take care of.
Mudfur saw the euphoria on the queen's face, her eyes just dripping with love and devotion to the ugly, damp little creatures that were hardly better than vermin. Well, they were kind of cute, Mudfur had to admit... but then again, so were the squirrels warriors brought back from hunting patrols, dead and ready to be eaten. Not that I'd want to eat one of those little mewling creatures... he shuddered. They look pretty unappetizing...He could not comprehend why Silverstream was so happy about having brought them into the world. Was it really worth all the pain, if afterwards you had to deal with little squeaking kits crawling all over you, getting into trouble, and asking for food? Mudfur thought not. But then again, all warriors were crazy, so that might explain some of it.
Once the kits were all settled in, suckling at her belly, she looked up at Mudfur. "Thanks, Mudfur. This meant a lot to me, knowing that you were there if anything went wrong. Is there anything I should know or do? I'm new at this...so, I'm not really sure what I'm doing."
"Just keep them warm, and try not to let them out of your sight for the first few weeks. I don't want them crawling into my den. "He thought about it for a moment, and decided it was time to pass on some of his extremely secret and obscure knowledge that only a medicine cat could possibly know. "If they're making noise, they're probably hungry. If they're hungry, you should probably feed them. If they're cold, you should curl around them and keep them from catching a chill - I don't want to see any of them for a long time. And if it looks like they're suddenly getting bigger, it's nothing to be alarmed about. They're most likely just growing. "Well, so much for secret and obscure knowledge.
Silverstream purred and curled around the kits. These were her babies. And the future of Riverclan.
