Macavity paced anxiously in front of the birthing den. He paused to listen whenever the slightest discernable sound emanated from within. At every whimper or hiss he heard, he momentarily froze and peered in the direction of the den door, which was covered by a blanket for his mate's privacy. Macavity's anxiety, of course, was not exclusive to him alone on this day. Most of the other members of the tribes were with him. Apparently, the births of two ex-cons' kittens were just as important to them as the tribe leaders' kittens themselves.

Macavity did not pay much attention to them; all his attention was on Tristaleen and his kits. When Jellylorum first told the couple that they were expecting a total of five kittens, they were both overly excited beyond belief. But a few weeks into her pregnancy, Trista started to fell weak, languorous, and dizzy.

Concerned for her well-being, Macavity took her to Jellylorum, and after a brief examination, Jelly informed them that some of the kits – if not all of them – would most likely inherit Macavity's magical ability. The fatigue Trista was feeling was actually the kits developing their magic in the womb.

Jelly assured her that the feeling should go away in time, but that it would still be ideal to go to Quaxo. Most likely, he would have some potions that would help her. After Mistoffelees had given her the potions, Trista started to feel more like herself. That is, as much as one queen can with pregnancy.

The rest of her pregnancy went off without another hitch. Macavity was amazed on how big Trista was getting. But he never did say anything like that to her, in case in would end him up in the "doghouse," as humans liked to say.

This night would be embedded in his mind for the rest of his life "Macavity….Mac.." Trista whispered as she gently nudged her mate until he stirred from his slumber. He turned and, half-asleep, asked "What is it, my dear?" Trista smiled gently and placed a paw on his shoulder. She told him "Its time, my dear." Macavity rubbed his eyes and asked "Time for what?" Tristaleen lightly rolled her eyes and replied "The kits. What else?" As soon as she said that, Macavity snapped awake and jumped out of bed.

"Are you sure?" he questioned his mate."Well, I'm pretty sure it's not the flu." she remarked sarcastically, smirking and placing her paws on her abdomen. Macavity shook his head in slight annoyance and stated "Trista, this isn't the time to joke around. We must get you to Jenny and Jelly immediately." "I don't think I'll be able to walk that far of a distance; the contractions are pretty close to each other." Trista informed him. Macavity knew his mate was right; she definitely better than him about pregnancy. He thought for a moment about what to do and came up with an idea.

"What if I carry you and levitate us to Jenny and Jelly's?" he suggested, "I will be able to get us there much more quickly. It would also be a much safer alternative to using my magic to transport us there." Trista agreed with her mate's proposal.
Macavity wrapped his arms around his mate and lifted her into his arms, being mindful of her comfort, as well as her abdomen. When they arrived at the entrance of the birthing den, Macavity placed Trista on the ground and knocked firmly on the door. Jenny appeared and opened the door just enough to see who was outside. When she saw it was Macavity and Tristaleen, she opened the door fully. "Is it time?" she asked. Macavity nodded as he set Tristaleen back on her feet. "Well, come on in," Jennyanydots ordered, "Jelly and I have everything prepared already."

Jenny held out her paws for Trista to take and lead her inside; the expecting queen complied. But when Macavity tried to follow the two queens, Jenny stopped him. She said solemnly but sympathetically "I'm sorry, Macavity, but toms are not allowed to witness the birth. But there is still something you may do for me. I am certain it will help Trista out a great deal." Macavity nodded, most of his focus still on his mate. He said "Of course, Jenny. What is it you need me to do for you?"
"I need you to go wake up Mistoffelees and bring him here," she instructed him, "We might need him in case the kittens' magic affects Tristaleen during the birth."

Macavity immediately ran to the magical tom's door and starting pounding on it with such vigor that he half-expected the door to snap in two. After what seemed like an eternity to the ginger tom, the door opened slowly with a loud creak. On the other side was a very tired – and slightly ticked off – Mistoffelees. The tuxedo cat looked at his visitor and asked him partly annoyed "What is it, Macavity? It's the middle of the night and I'm trying to get some sleep." Macavity gave an apologetic smile and told the tuxedo tom "I'm sorry to wake you up at this ungodly hour, Mistoffelees, but believe me; I wouldn't have woken you if it was not important."

"Alright then," Mistoffelees yawned as he rubbed his eye, "What do you need?" "Trista just went into labor," Macavity promptly replied, "Jenny asked me to come over here and ask you for assistance." Mistoffelees stood thinking for a moment; then he nodded and said "Wait here." He disappeared into his den for a few minutes and returned with three bottles of dark murky liquid. Macavity looked at the bottles with intrigue and stated "May I ask what is in the bottles?"

"There're elixirs that will help Trista while she's in labor," Mistoffelees explained, "I'm taking them just in case the kittens' magical ability causes any trouble for her during the birthing process. It would take much too long to go into detail about what each potion does, so I'll not waste your time with explanations." "Thank you," Macavity smirked. "Please lead the way," Mistoffelees said, signaling with his paws.

It only took a few minutes for the two toms to reach Jennyanydots' den. Mistoffelees rushed into the den leaving Macavity outside alone. Not long after, many Jellicles joined him in the wait, including Pouncival and his own brother Munkustrap. Their presence gave him what he considered to be much-needed support.

Munkus approached his brother and put a paw on his shoulder reassuringly. He told him "She'll be fine, Mac. She has three of the best cats in the Tribe helping her through the labor. Just trust me; she'll get through it." Macavity sighed, turned around, and embraced his brother. Munkustrap scoffed and embraced his brother in return. "Thanks, Munk," Macavity whispered gratefully. "Anything to cheer you up, Mac," said Munkustrap, patting his brother on his back.

Inside the den, Tristaleen was lying down on the bed. Jennyanydots was holding her paw while Jellylorum placed a couple damp washcloths on her forehead to keep her from perspiring. Mistoffelees just stood by the side with the three bottles in his paws. He watched as the two middle-aged queens helped Trista remain comfortable but focused at the same time. "Okay, Trista, your contractions are getting close…" said Jellylorum, "Just keep breathing." "What do you think I'm doing?" Trista spoke impatiently through rasping, inconsistent breathes. Trista was struggling to remain focused, but she was undergoing a lot of pain. Trista, focus!" Jennyanydots almost yelled, "If you're not properly focused, any number of complications could come up." Trista tried her best to obey the Gumbie Cat's orders, but she was still having trouble concentrating.

Misto scoffed and remarked "Victoria's experience wasn't nearly as traumatic as this." Tristaleen glared at him from her bed and shot at him "You're not helping, Mistoffelees." "I'm just saying; Victoria had a couple magical kittens in our litter, as well," Mistoffelees told the expecting queen, "But it was not this hard for her to remain focus." "Did she give birth to FIVE KITTENS?" shouted Tristaleen in aggravation. Mistoffelees paused as if he was thinking, and replied "Nope. Only three." "Mistoffelees, would you please just not speak unless you're spoken to?" Jennyanydots impatiently told the tuxedo tom. He shrugged and said "Alright. I'll just stand here until you need me."

Outside the den, Macavity was talking with Jade, Blaire, Dymas, Alister, and Connor who recently joined him in waiting. They could hear Tristaleen's screams coming from inside. "Auntie Trista sounds like she's in a lot of pain," commented Jade.
"I'm sure she is, Jade," agreed Macavity, "But the pain won't last long." "So, when will we get to see our cousins?" asked Connor. "Soon," Macavity assured him, "Very soon… I hope." Before long, Macavity heard Tristaleen shouting things like "Macavity, I'm going to kill you! What did you do to me!" Macavity just scoffed and remarked "If she's at the 'death threats' stage, it won't be long until the kittens are born." Why is Trista angry at you, Mr. Mac?" enquired Blaire, "Did you do something to her?"

Dymas taped his sister on the shoulder and said "Of course he did, stupid. He got her pregnant!"

Macavity scoffed again and said "Your brother is correct. During the birthing stage of pregnancy, the expecting mother can go through so much physical that she will begin to make death threats against the father. But once the birthing process ends, everyone's content because a new life has entered the world." "That's wonderful," stated Alister. That was the first time he had spoken without his stutter. Finally, after an agonizing three-hour wait, Jellylorum opened the door of the den. She looked to Macavity and beckoned him forwards. Macavity promptly obeyed her gesture and went into the den.

Trista looked up from nursing the kittens when she hears someone enter the den and saw Macavity standing at the entrance of the den, she gave weak smile "Hey Mac, come over they don't bite, at least not yet" Macavity made his way over to his new dfamily, kneeling down next to Trista he looked at the sleeping kits with amazement, three of the kits where ginger cats much like himself, one of them has black stripes, the other one, the second had white paws, chest, belly and mouth, and the third had black patches throughout his body. Two of them were white cats like their mother, one had ginger and black stripes the other had spots "Trista there absolutely beautiful, you did an amazing job"

"Well I did have jenny and jelly, they were beyond amazing and then I had Mistoffelees" The tuxedo tom who was putting the bottles away, scoffed "well it wasn't much fun at my end" Macavity chuckled "You're complaining? Misto, If I'm correct you didn't just deliver 5 kits" Misto knowing Macavity was correct and that it wouldn't be best to argue with the ginger tom, finished putting away his potions and quickly left the den.

"So may I ask what the sexes are of the kits" Macavity inquired, the excitement of first seeing his family had made him forget to ask "Three are boys, two of them are girls, this one here the ginger with the stripes is a male, the one next to him with the white is a girl, the one with the patches is also a male. Now this white one with the patches is a girl and with the stripes male"

Trista leaned into Macavity who wrapped his arms around her in compliance "I've only picked out the females name, this girl here" she pointed to the smaller one the ginger "her name is Zoella, after my own mother and her sister Meleah, I have decided to leave the males names to you"

"I appreciate you giving me that responsibility of giving our sons their names" Macavity thought for a few moments. "well I have thought of it, these names should fit them, and I hope they are proud of them, I would like to give the name of Baroen to-" he picked his son with the stripes "this little man" placing baroen back to rest, Macavity picked up the other two males "I give the name of Tachet to him" he said placing tachet with his other siblings "and finally Kelazi" Trista smiled "Macavity those are wonderful names, Im sure our children will be proud to carry those names"

Now late that night it was time for the Naming ceremony of the jellicles, in which the new parents would introduce their kittens to the rest of the tribe, macavity held baroen, Tachet and Kelazi. While Trista held Zoella and Meleah. Old D stood in front of the couple, clearing his throat he gathered the attention of the tribe "My fellow Jellices I have gathered you here tonight on this special occasion to introduce 5 new members to the jellicle family" He stepped aside and macavity stepped forward "These are my sons, Baoren, Tachet and Kelazi. My mate Trista is holding our daughters Zoella and Meleh"

The jellicle cheered, happy that new life has been brought into their family

The End

Wow finally the end, I hope you all enjoyed my story and Im glad you were all very patient with me, and for passionate admiral for beta-reading my story and helping me for all those who reviewed, PM and you get a cookie I shall get an epilogue ready for all of you guys very soon, and then I will start a new story