The wooden walls glowed warmly and softly thanks to the various candles scattered throughout the small, quiet den. The calming, soothing scents of mint and lavender seemed to envelope the laboring Queen. She breathed out softly, trying to push her overwhelming, frantic emotions back as a silent trail of tears escaped her closed pale violet eyes. She could fall apart with joy and happiness later, right now she had to focus on bring her kits into this world. Her kits…their kits, it still didn't feel real—and, Twilightsky imaged, it wouldn't 'til she kits were safely in her arms where they belonged. She gasped wetly as a sob—or was a contraction—wrecked her trembling body. The black and silver haired Queen felt overwhelmed at how…. surreal and raw everything felt. She was startlingly aware of everything: from her husband's large, warm hands gently and tenderly messaging her hips and lower back soothingly. To his soft, light, fleeting kisses to her shoulders and back. Her unborn kits kicked eagerly and she smoothed a hand over her stomach, as a blissful shiver escaped her. She hoped her babies were as excited to meet her as she was to meet them.
She gasped, tears stinging her eyes as a contraction hit her, harder and more demanding than the last as she pushed.
The Queen blew out a breath, rubbing the small patch of her tight belly that seemed to stretch tighter pulsing with a strange, uncomfortable warmth.
"Shh…shh." Darkstorm soothed as he delicately kissed the shell of her ear, as if he thought it would wilt and fall apart like the smooth, waxy petals of a rose if he used to much pressure.
"She's coming…" He whispered, low, rumbling, distant-thunder voice filled with awe and thick with tears as a thumb lightly soothed over the small of her back.
"Our beautiful, prefect little miracle's coming." He continued, gasping softly as he guided her hand between her legs. Twilightsky gasped softly in awe she felt her kits damp fluffy ears and hair. The couple hands intertwined atop their kits head as the Queen pushed hard, eyes shut and teeth gritted. Anticipation filled her she as her wet, slick thighs trembled, along with odd sense of melancholy that had plagued her throughout her pregnancy. The sensation was like a fuzzy, blurry far away…feeling, not tangible enough to be called a dream, it was more akin to a vague Déjà vu. Could it be she felt the pleasant, light, airy bliss and joy of being pregnant before, perhaps in another life? If so, why did she get the feeling her former life ended badly, in what was supposed to be the most joyous moment of her life?
The somber, heavy feeling retreated, as if a sad, heavy darkness was being banished as the tearful, smiling Queen caught her kit: a tiny, prefect little girl.
The rest of her kits birth seemed to pass in a hazy, soft blur of much-anticipated happiness, but eventually an exhausted, sweaty but euphoric Twilightsky found herself cradling four tiny, adorable kits.
"Hm…" She looked down at her daughter. Her first born was brightly colored with fluffy bright orange hair topped by soft, pale orange ears tipped in white. It made the Queen want to give her a unique name, not a generic name like 'Brightkit' or 'Lightkit'.
"How about Orangekit?" She asked.
"It's prefect…. now for this one," Darkstorm gazed fondly at the smoky black-haired girl whose dark gray ears were topped in a creamy white, "I was thinking 'Palekit'…. but now that doesn't seem to fit."
"What about Wolfkit?"
"Prefect as always, babe." The beaming young man declared, nuzzling her. And with that, the couple named their last two kits Lavenderkit and Cedarkit, before Twilightsky leaned back, dozing and eventually falling into a deep, heavy, dreamless sleep.