Sorry I havent updated much. If you read takashi I have an upcoming test/exam and I have to study. And since no one has objected, ill replace Starclan with Fallenclan in this story.
"Wolfheart. Take deep breaths now…" Duskwatcher commanded.
"Here," Ivypaw urged Wolfheart, nosing a stick towards her. "Bite on this when the pain comes."
The tortoiseshell saw Duskwatcher giving her a nod, and a sense of pride welled up in her.
Wolfheart's body convulsed again. Her legs twitched and she let out a chilling wail. "You're almost done, Wolfheart," Ivypaw murmured desperately, trying to comfort her. Wolfheart had given birth to two kittens since she first started kitting. Or kits, as the Clan called them. Two other she-cats were now licking them, warming them up and helping them to breathe evenly.
The blue-gray queen paused from her vigorous licking. "This kit seems to be out of danger," she mewed. "How's Wolfheart doing?"
"She's doing fine, Calmwater," Duskwatcher meowed calmly.
The other queen stopped licking her kit too. Both kits were now mewling pitifully, crying for milk and their mother. "There, there, your mother's here," she soothed the kits. One was black, his pelt a copy of Blackbird's, while the other was a black and white tabby. Both kits pummeled their mother's belly, trying to get hold of Wolfheart's milk.
This only seemed to make Wolfheart experience more pain, and the stick in her jaws splintered. A third kit appeared, a copy of her mother. The blue-gray queen's crow-coloured paws rushed forward to warm the kit up, licking its fur and getting its blood flowing.
Calmwater sniffed the two kits suckling their mother. "The black one's a tom, and the tabby's a she-cat."
Duskwatcher looked at the kit the blue-gray queen was licking. "That one's a she-cat too," he informed Wolfheart.
The blue-gray queen nudged the kit to Wolfheart. "Look, Wolfheart. You have three healthy kits," she mewed, her eyes bright with delight.
"Thank you, Crowfoot. And you, Calmwater," murmured Wolfheart as a soft expression came over her face. It was obvious that she had already grown attached to them.
"May FallenClan grant that they will grow up into fine warriors!" mewed Calmwater.
"FallenClan?" Ivypaw asked.
"The warrior ancestors Froststar spoke of at your apprentice ceremony," Duskwatcher told her. The golden tom glanced at Calmwater. "Don't worry. Leafkit is healthy. Especially since you have more milk to spare, without three more kits fighting for it," Duskwatcher mewed to the blue-gray queen. She nodded sadly, not even responding to his optimism.
Ivypaw knew that her kits, Smallkit, Rosekit and Shadowkit, had died, due to a lack of milk. Leafkit was the only one to survive, she presumably being the strongest. The apprentice felt deeply sorry for Calmwater. She couldn't imagine separating a mother and her offspring.
A black tom peeked in through the entrance to the nursery. "Is she okay? How many kits are there? Are they alright? Are they healthy? I heard a wail. Wolfheart isn't…"
Duskwatcher cut him off. "If you want to see your kits, you can do better by actually coming in and not just standing there," he meowed. "Wolfheart has had three healthy kits. Let's hope her milk keeps coming," he added with a sideways glance at Calmwater.
Three kits poked their heads in. "Can we come in now?" asked a light brown kit, her rasping voice breaking off into a series of coughs. As if on cue, the other kits started coughing as well.
"We need to give them their catnip, and then some poppy seeds so they'll sleep," Duskwatcher told Ivypaw. "We're going back to our den," he called to the cats surrounding Wolfheart.
Blackbird didn't respond, and Ivypaw wondered if he had even heard. Calmwater, Crowfoot and Wolfheart flicked their tails as a response.
As Ivypaw exited the nursery, she heard Blackbird proclaim: "The black one will be called Beetlekit, the tabby will be called Shadekit, and the white one will be called Runningkit."
Her paws felt light, and her mind whirled with happy thoughts. Another happy family, she told herself.
However there was another thought of a certain family: her siblings, and Mom and Dad. Ivypaw didn't want to think about it anymore-the horrible thought that she might never be reunited with them. Though Ivypaw liked her current home, she still longed to be at her house again, with her ever-friendly parents, sarcastic Hazel, bossy Daisy, peace-loving Jason and teasing Lionel.
Somehow, she felt sure it would never be that way again.