Dawnpaw and Duskpaw have been training for three moons, and Sandfur and Sparrowtail were comparing apprentices.
"Duskpaw is an awesome fighter, just last week she chased off a badger!" Sparrowtail bragged.
"That may be, but Dawnpaw is always bringing in the most fresh kill home," Sandfur retorted boastfully.
"Yes, but you need fighting skill to protect your territory," Sparrowtail reminded him.
"Protect it from what? There's nothing but some foxes and badgers out there. It's not like there are any other clans," Sandur sat on a warm rock.
Duskpaw's ears pricked.
"Other clans?" Duskpaw said, in one of her rare, curious moments.
"Yeah, there are five other clans: ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan, but there all a long way off from here," Sparrowtail explained in a bored manner.
Duskpaw got a thoughtful look on her furry face, which slightly concerned Sparrowtail.
"What is she thinking about," Sparrowtail wondered.
"Let's go hunting together!" Dawnkit began bouncing around.
Sparrowtail looked at Sandfur, who just shrugged.
"Sure, why not," Sandfur shrugged.
Duskpaw and Sparrowtail seemed to stay behind.
"Hey! Arent you coming?" Sandfur turned around to look at the stallers.
"Oh yeah! Sure! Come on Duskpaw," Sparrowtail ran after Sandfur and Dawnpaw.
"Yeah, I can't," Duskpaw shuffled her paws.
"Why not?" Sandfur asked, concerned.
"I don't really fell like hunting, I have a bad cramp" Duskpaw shuffled her paws.
"You okay?" Sparrowtail asked, this wasn't like Duskpaw.
"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Duskpaw hissed and slashed out a claw warningly.
"Okay, okay," Sparrowtail backed away, now that was like Duskpaw.
"Wonder what's with her," Sparrowtail thought out loud, gazing at the sky.
"Wonder what's with who?" Sandfur turned her way curiously.
"Duskpaw, It's not like her to turn down something like this,"Sparrowtail frowned slightly.
"It's not polite to talk about other cats problems," Dawnpaw had just burined a mouse she caught.
"You know what's going on, don't you," Sandfur eyed his apprentice seriously.
Dawnpaw began grooming herself as if she didn't want to answer.
"Dawnpaw," Sandfur gazed sternly at her and puffed out his chest.
"Duskpaw, well, she's, she's, she's pregnant," Dawnpaw looked at her paws guiltily.
"Pregnant! With Redpaw's kits I presume. I knew cats could get pregnant at that age, but Redpaw's only seven! How did that happen?" Sparrowtail began waving her arms around.
"Well he is part cat now. I guess it's natural," Sandfur shrugged.
Sparrowtail sighed.
"How long has she been pregnant?" Sandfur raised his eyebrows in question.
"...Two months," Dawnpaw said silently.
Sparrowtail's pupils dilated, and she grew really pale as she remembered Duskpaw's words.
"I don't really feel like hunting, I have a bad cramp."
"I'm going back to camp," Sparrowtail zoomed off.
"My friend's cat had cramps when she was...when she was-," Sparrowtail's mind was buzzing.
Sparrowtail was sprinting by now! When she got back the clan was running around like mad, while a few just stared into space with fear written all over their faces. Duskpaw was laying on her side, yowling like mad.
"Duskpaw! Keep going, your doing fine!" Sparrowtail heard Frostclaw yowling.
"-Giving birth," Sparrowtail gulped, as she finished her thoughts.
Redpaw was sitting by her side, sobbing loudly.
"Redpaw! That isn't helping!" Duskpaw dug her claws into the ground.
Duskpaw let out another terrible screech.
"We've got one!" Frostclaw proclaimed proudly, examining the kit.
Redpaw let out a sniff and looked at his new son in awe.
Duskpaw's sides heaved.
"We have another tom!" Frostclaw set him beside his brother.
Duskpaw made a noise that sounded like a cross between a hiss and a yowl. Her insides heaved again.
" A she-cat! Come on Duskpaw, just one more to go," Redpaw bit his lip, tiny drops of blood squirted out.
"Hey! Don't be getting any injuries! I have other things to deal with," Frostclaw gave a hard look to Redpaw.
"Hello!" Duskpaw hissed.
"Sorry!" Frostclaw's head snapped back down to Duskpaw.
Duskpaw let ou one last ear-splitting yowl.
"A tom!" Redpaw clapped his hands.
"What are you going to name them?" Sparrowtail walked over to the kits.
Duskpaw and Redpaw din't say anything, they just stared at the kits for what seemed like a moon.
"The fluffly, pale golden-ginger, tabby tom will be Sunkit and the long-haired, gray tabby she-kit will be Gustkit," Duskpaw licked the top of Sunkit's head.
"The dark ginger tom will be Flamekit and the silver tabby tom will be Moonkit," Redpaw nudged them with his finger, as if he couldn't believe they were real.
The kits began suckling. Duskpaw paled.
"I don't have any milk," Duskpaw whispered.
Uh-Oh! How are the kits going to survive without milk?! And sorry about the Moonkit thing, I know that name is over used, but it kind of fit in my opinion. So don't rag on me about me naming him Moonkit!