A low moan rang across the clearing, drawing the gazes of the clan. A golden furred tom kept running back and forth between the nursery and the medicine den. "More borage Goldenpaw!" He replied with, "Yes Leafheart!" And would quickly run off.
Leafheart spoke softly to her patient. "The first kitting is always hard. But your strong and young Silverfang. You'll be fine." Silverfang nodded briskly before clentching her teeth as another wave of pain washed over her. The fist kit slithered out onto the moss. Leafheart cleaned it off. The kit began squirming and wriggling. Before the queen could sooth it she wailed again as the second kit came. Two more kits joined them at their mother's belly. Silverfang licked each kit in turn as they suckled hungrily at her belly.
She gazed lovingly at them. "I'll call you Wolfkit." She told the silver and white she-kit, her second born. "Bramblekit." She murmered to the brown tabby tom with silver grey stripes. "Mumblekit." She nuzzled the the cream and brown tom who had two splayed paws, and with his back feet oddly angled. She then turned to her fourth kit. A small white she-cat with brown ear tips. "Tinykit."
A soft mew came from the next nest. "Those are wonderful names Silverfang." Silverfang purred happily.
"Thank you Turtleclaw." She turned her attention back to her kits. "I can't wait till your father meets you. Hell be so proud of you all."
Wolfkit tumbled out of the nursery. "Be careful honey!" Her mother cationed. The silver kit turned back to her mother.
"Sorry." She mewed. Her brother, Bramblekit, sholdered past her. Wolfkit stuck her tounge out at him. Tinykit blinked her crystal blue eyes in the bright light. Wolfkit purred. "Isn't it amazing?" She asked her sister. This was Tinykit's first time out of the nursery, haveing to stay in because she had fallen ill. A shiver ran across Wolfkits spin. Leafheart thought she might not make it. But Starclan had had other intensions for the small kit.
"Its really...big." she breathed. Wolfkit licked her cheek. "And there are so many cats."
Mumblekit stumbled to their side. "Is really fun to talk to the elders." He told Tinykit. She looked up at him.
"It sounds fun. Could we go see Leafheart and Goldenberry first though?" She asked. " I wanna thank them."
"Sure! The medcine Dens this way. Follow me!" Mumblekit hobled toward it, Tinykit matching his pace easily.
"I'll see you a little later, I'm gonna go see Twistedtail!" They waved their tails to her. She started toward the elder's den. On her way she over heard some warriors talking. "He'll probably never make it to warrior."
"Maybe he should be a medicine t instead."
"Yes, but he doesn't seem to have any intrest."
"What a shame."
Wolfkit's blood boiled. She was about to defend her brother's right to be a warrior when a grant old mew called to her. "Wolfkit. Come here." Wolfkit turned and saw Twistedtail beckoning to her. She took a deep breath and hoped over to him, wincing as she stepped wrong on her splayed paw. The ragged old tom cat motioned for her to lay with him. She oblidged.
"Is your paw alright?" He asked her. Wolfkit nodded.
"Used to it." She answered, her ear flicking.
Twistedtail licked the top of her head. "Its only a little gosip among the warriors. Don't pay much head to it." The elder croaked out. Wolfkit sighed.
"I know, I just hope he never over hears it." She licked her paw tentivly. Tinykit pranced over to her, Mumblekit stumbling behind her. Sadness clung to Wolfkit's pelt as she watched him struggle. When he looked up at her though those feelings fanished. The happy and determined glint in his blue eyes warmed her pelt. He layed down next to them.
"When you walk try going a little slowly. A warrior that takes his time will get to the border as fast as one who runs, but will have learned something along the way." Mumblekit nodded.
"Thank you." Wolfkit stretched in the morning sunshine. "How long till we can be apprentices?" Mumblekit asked, rolling onto his back and gazeing at the bright blue sky.
"Five moons." Twistedtail replied. The kits sighed. Bramblekit walked up to them.
"Wanna play tag?" He asked. The others nodded, jumping up. "Not it!" Bramblekit yowled. Wolfkit ended up being it. She charged after them. Touching the tip of Bramblekit's tail. He swereved after her. Eventually decided to go after Mumblekit. He easily taged his flank. Mumblekit stumbled after his litter mates. Tinykit slowed and let him tag her. Wolfkit, not paying attention, ran into someone.
"Watch where your going Wolfkit." Wolfkit looked up.
"Sorry Rustypaw." The ginger tom purred.
"No probleme. Just be more carefule." He waved his tail farewell, heading toward the still rustling gorse tunnle. She sighed, remebering his apprentice ceremony only a few days ago. Though she missed her old denmate she didn't much miss his sister Rosepaw.
"Tag!" Tinykit squealed running across the clearing. Wolfkit charged after her.
"Not for long!" She cried happily.