Disclaimer: I still don't own warriors!
Chapter 4
"Thrushpelt! I need you to go outside!" Featherwhisker hissed. The tom walked toward the nursery entrance. "Okay Bluefur! When I say 'push' I need you to push with all your might." Spottedpaw mewed. The queen just nodded. "I think there's 3!" the medicine cat apperentice exclaimed. "Okay Bluefur! One, two, three, PUSH!" Featherwhisker instructed. Bluefur heard a plop, as a small bundle slid onto the mossy nest. "Nip the sac open and lick it's fur the wrong way to warm it up." Spottedpaw did as her mentor instructed, and the kit let out a loud squeak before it began feeding. "A she-kit! A strong one too!" Featherwhisker purred. "Here we go! One, two, threeee! Push!" Featherwhisker meowed. Another kit slid onto the moss and Spottedpaw repeated the same maneuver that she used on the first one. " Here comes the other one! One, two, three! Push!" Featherwhisker said quickly. Bluefur sighed in relief, she was done. "Wait there's one more!" Featherwhisker screeched. Bluefur repeated what she had been doing for what seemed like moons for the last time. " That's three she-kits and a tiny tom." She heard a voice say. Then the world went black.
"Bluefur! Bluefur! Why is there so much blood! Bluefur don't leave me!" a familiar voice cried in despair. Complete and utter despair. She opened her blue eyes and looked into his green ones. "I love you Thrushpelt. Take care of our kits." "Nooo! Bluefur! Please don't leave me!" he begged. "I love you." she whispered, before closing her eyes for the last time. And then everything faded.