Chapter twelve: Telling Him
Crowtalon glanced at the nursery. His mate was a queen! Three more moons. Just three more moons! He happily thought. Raincloud emerged from her new den, her belly slightly swollen from kits.
The black tom padded over to her and wrapped a wing around Raincloud. "How many did Winterstorm say?" He quietly asked. "Three or four." The blue-grey she-cat responded.
Owlstar
"So much pain.." The winged leader thought as she lay in her den. Kicking at her stomach constantly, the kits were almost ready to be born. Yawning quietly, Owlstar stood up and padded out of her den.
Padding out of camp, without being noticed, she flew at a nice pace. The pregnant leader hovered above the ground a few inches. Flight was a problem when new lives were forming in her belly.
I have to meet Hailstorm. I need to tell him. Well, I did tell him to come see me last gathering, so he should be at the Silver Birch. Owlstar thought. "Hailstorm?" The winged leader called.
"I'm here!" A voice called from under a bush. Hailstorm emerged, his pelt shining in the sunlight. "So, what did you want to talk about?" The grey tom asked.
"Remember that one night? When you were a little sick?" Owlstar asked. He nodded. "Well.. This may be confusing, but I am going to have your kits." She said calmly as his mouth gaped open.
"M-my kits?" Hailstorm stammered as she nodded. "Your kits." The winged leader repeated.
Hawkscreech
Hawkscreech paced back and forth as Winterstorm examined his mate. She had gotten a little sick a few days ago, and it started to get stronger. "You may come in.." A voice called inside the den. Lunasky was coughing severly as she padded out of the den.
"Lunasky?" Winterstorm mewed with worry in his voice. "Are you alright?" Hawkscreech asked. "I think it is time for you to be the medicine cat, Winterstorm.. I have done my duties of the clan. I must go..." The black she-cat collapsed.
"Lunasky! Don't go!" The white tom cried. "I have done-" She coughed and spoke weakly, "my work for the clan, and I have served my clanmates for years.. It is your time to become the best medicine cat StarClan has seen... Good... Bye..." The old medicine cat rasped her last word, then her chest didn't even move. She was gone.