Her leg spazed in the pain, and hit Rowanscar.
"Whazzit?" He meowed sleepily, the blinked in new energy as he saw his mate panting hard and struggling not to yowl in pain.
"I'll get Moonshine" He promised. He left so swiftly that she felt dizzy. She knew kitting hurt, but never really thought about it. This was worse than she ever imagined.
"These kits better be worth it" she muttered darkly, under her breath.
"Of course they will," the newcomer surprised Cloverstar. It was Moonshine. "I left Rowanscar outside, so we could have some space". Meowed Moonshine. Cloverstar's only response was another spasm of pain and a yowl.
"Fawnpaw, fetch me some moss soaked in water and a large stick please". Moonshine was busy with her apprentice, Fawnpaw. He had only been an apprentice for three moons and this would be the first kitting that he would attend. "Then you can get some borage to help her milk come when the kits are here". With a tiny nod, he was off.
When Fawnpaw returned, he put the stick beside her head and bent down with the dripping moss so that Cloverstar could drink, she lapped at it thirstily and fell back down when she felt the pain again. Moonshine pushed the stick closer to it and Cloverstar bite down on it hard.
She could barely hear Moonshine when she spoke again, due to the fact that now she was in so much pain.
"You have to push now, the first one's coming".
"Can't..." She managed to grunt out.
"Yes you can, you're halfway there, come on". Her words gave her new energy, and a moment later, she relaxed as the first kit was born. "It's a she-kit" Moonshine announced. "Fawnpaw, come and lick the kit so she warms up. The second one is coming, it's time to push again". Her second born was a tom, followed shortly after by another she-kit.
"They're beautiful" Cloverstar purred as each one came and struggled to get the closest to her belly.
"Eat these, they're borage, and will help your milk to come," Moonshine watched as Cloverstar lapped up the leaves, then meowed "we'll leave now, I'll tell Rowanscar to come in". She finished with a purr "they're strong, healthy kits, just what the clan needs". Then left without another word, followed closely by Fawnpaw. A moment later, Rowanscar entered, his gaze filled with pure joy and pride.
"You have two daughters and a son". Cloverstar announced happily.
"They're perfect" he answered. "What shall we name them?"
"I'd like to call this one Foxkit, and the tom Badgerkit" she meowed happily, her sleepiness gone. "Because of her russet pelt and the tom's black pelt and white stripe".
"Those are great names" replied Rowanscar, "can we call her Wolfkit then?" Gestured to the fluffy grey she-kit with his muzzle. The kit jumped at his touch, then shifted towards him. Rowanscar purred in delight.
"Of course," Cloverstar suddenly felt very tired, and fell into sleep once more.