Go me! Another chapter! Sorry it's so short, I didn't have to do eight kits being born this time. -phew!-
Blackwing: She...
Me: Yes...
Blackwing: is...
Me:...
Blackwing: WEIRD! -runs away-
Me: I own nothing, and never will.
Nighthawk seethed. The pain was unbearable, her body being shaken by contractions. Snowbird looked on, franticly calling for help, her nursing kits keeping her from helping her sister. Nighthawk did not yowl, or hiss; she just sat. As a first time queen, one would expect her to be writhing in agony, but she was just closing her eyes and muttering to herself.
Fawnpelt came running in with a small bunch of herbs to aid Nighthawk. Blueface passed away from a rouge attack on the Clan, and scars were still healing, inside and out. She made a wonderful medicine cat, and she did it for Blueface, her best friend.
Fawnpelt gently helped Nighthawk. Nighthawk just grit her teeth and a small kit was born. Just one kit, a small, weak, sliver-gray kit.
The medicine cat cleaned the unnamed kit and pressed her to Nighthawk's side. The very small kit started nursing, and instead of Nighthawk being overjoyed, she was almost…loathing the kit.
Fawnpelt left the nursery, as quietly as possible, so she wouldn't disturb Windear or Icestar, who were both sleeping.
"Nighthawk, what are you naming her?" asked Snowbird.
"Raynekit." She replied. For you are nothing but rain, simple droplets falling from the sky. You caused me so much pain, and remember, rain always seeps back into the ground.
Raynekit...I love The Foretelling, that's where the name "Rain" comes from. But mine's gonna be different-er...REVIEW! PLEASE! REVIEW!
Oh, yes, Venomfang is actually Hawkfrost's age, not Brambleclaw's. I goofed. I also had to change Fawnpelt's name from Fawncloud. Can't have two "clouds."
Aneis