This couple is Stormfur and Brook. Oh…and by the way, the queen having kits in ShadowClan in my later fic is….I'M NOT TELLING! You're going to have to wait and see. And this is a bit short, sorry. Thanks to all my reviewers! R&R, please!
"Oh, Tribe of Endless Hunting, help me!", Brook yowled in pain. She knew that this meant that she was close to her kitting. She was scared, no, more like terrified. Would she die, like her grandmother(A/N: More im my other fic! Hee-Hee!) before her, during her kitting?
Stormfur had been in the cave guard's den, eating a plump falcon, when he heard Brook cry out. Scared to death, he rushed to the kit-mother's den.
Mist had decided to stay with Brook while she was kitting. She cared about every cat in the Tribe, so she helped to take care of the queens during their kitting's. Just then, Stormfur raced into the kit-mother's sen. "Brook's having her kits!", Mist exclaimed, out of breath. She didn't know why; she hadn't been running for a while now. Then she realized why: she was afraid for Brook. "You should stay here and take care of her, and I'll go fetch Stoneteller," she added, as she dashed towards the healer's den.
"Ohhh, it hurts!", Brook screamed in pain. Where is Stoneteller!! She thought to her self, and she almost blurted her thoughts out in her pain.
"I'm here my love.", Stormfur said to her softly. He knew she was in pain, so he tried to comfort her.
Hearing the loud, anguished cries coming from the kit-mother's den, Heron hurried into the nursery. She was shocked to see Brook lying on the ground, her stomach looking painfully stretched. Stormfur, her mate, was standing above her, looking anxious. "Stormfur?", Heron said, terrified, "What's happening?"
"Ohhhhhh, Tribe of Endless Hunting, make it stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", Brook yowled, in extreme pain.
"She's birthing apparently, Heron! Do you know where Stoneteller is?", Stormfur asked in a high-pitched, panicky voice.
Night poked her head into the kit-mother's den. "Oh, hello Heron, and hello to you, too, Brook. Has she finished kitting yet?" the cheerful black cave-guard walked into the already-crowded space, causing Stormfur to nearly faint. "I hope everything goes smoothly," she continued, "because I couldn't find Stoneteller anywhere! He must be out gathering herbs, or training River(A/N: His apprentice) ..." Every cat looked at her in alarm. Stoneteller couldn't be found? "What?", Night asked defensively, aware of all the troubled stares. "It's not my fault!"
TIME BREAK
Brook pushed her kits closer to her warm belly, and licked them gently. Thank you, Tribe of Endless Hunting, for making everything go well, she thought, as she began to drift off into the world of dreams.
Stormfur gazed down on the two small kits with extreme pride.
Mist headed back into the nursery. "I couldn't find Stoneteller anywhere! Did everything go okay?", she asked. Then, looking at Brook, Stormfur, Heron, and Night, she judged that everything must have gone well. "I guess that answers my question," she said, smiling. She looked at the two new parents. "You two should be very proud; they're beautiful.", she said happily.
Night gazed down on Brook's two small kits with longing. What would it be like to bring new lives into the world? They were so unbelievably small, it seemed impossible that something so seemingly fragile could survive the harsh leaf-bare to come...But these kits were strong, and many, many kits in the past had lived through frozen-water. Then again, many had perished. But Night was sure these two would survive.
Stoneteller padded into the kit mother's den, ready to check to see if one of the kit-mothers needed something. "Oh," he mewed, surprised, as he saw Brook laying down... with kits. "Why didn't anyone come to fetch me?" he mewed, slightly annoyed, but he started to nose the kits anyway. "They seem to be quite healthy at the moment. You did well in your kitting."
Giving Stonteller a nervous grin, Heron said, "Nobody could find you! By the time Night and Mist got back she had already kitted. I assume she did fine without you, though, because the kits are alive and so is she!" She gazed affectionately at the kits. She had always liked the little furballs, though, of course, she couldn't have any of her own. The problem with being a Healer's mate (More in the later fic…) ..."They are beautiful kits," she praised Stormfur, as Brook had already fallen asleep. "Do you have any idea what you are going to name them?"
"Well, we agreed that since one looks like my father, he will be named Gray Stripe on Black Cat. And this one looks like my mother. She will be named Silver Star In Gray Sky."
Stoneteller looked at the two kits suckling their mother. "Well, I am happy that there was no problem with the kitting, so I'd best be off." Stoneteller got up, stifling a gaping yawn. Padding out of the den, he meowed over his shoulder, "I need to get some rest actually, so I'll be in my den, sleeping like Stoneteller would always do in frozen-water."
Gray started to mew, as he could not see anything. He mewed as he turned around, and pushed his head into somthing warm. He soon started to suck on it, and got something very tasty from it.
Silver, as well wanted to find something warm and yummy for she smelled, it's aroma. Though she could not find it. So, Brook nudged her over to her belly, next to her brother. And as the stars shone, two silver cats looked down upon the world from Starclan. Feathertail and Silverstream.
