Chapter Twenty Five
"Quick get Sagefeather or Petalwish, Echoshine's kits are coming!"
A sharp pain hit Echoshine's belly as her mother called for some cat to get one of the medicine cats. A few moments later Sagefeather appeared, a bundle of leaves in her mouth. Another sharp pain hit Echoshine, causing her to jerk her body in a painful spasm until a tiny kit slid out. "Quick, nip the sack!" Sagefeather meowed to Mistyshine.
Without hesistance, Mistyshine nipped the sack of the tiny kit, "it's a tom!" she announced.
Oh Pricklenose, we have a handsome son! Again, a shot of pain contracted in Echoshine's belly and another tiny kit slid out, this time a she-kit. It happened again not long after and the third kit, another she-kit slid out. "That's all!" Sagefeather announced.
Echoshine glared at her three kits with warm eyes. They're gorgeous, if only Pricklenose was here to see them. "Eat this." Sagefeather prodded a bundle of leaves forward. "It'll help with the flow of your milk."
Echoshine lapped up the herbs and swallowed them quickly, trying her best to ignore the bitter taste. Mistyshine placed a bundle of wet moss in front of her, she had just returned from the stream. "Drink," she ordered.
Echoshine vigorously lapped at the wet moss, the moistness felt good against her throat as she swallowed each mouthful. "What do you think they should be named?" Mistyshine asked.
Echoshine placed her tail on the back of the tiny grey and white tom, he looked similar to her, "Cloudkit," she decided.
"That suits him," Mistyshine agreed.
She shifted her tail to the smallest she-kit, a light brown tabby, just like Pricklenose, "Rosekit" she purred, shifting her tail again, this time onto the grey tabby she-kit, "and Stormkit."
"Cloudkit, Rosekit and Stormkit," Mistyshine whispered, "i'm positive that Pricklenose would approve of those names."
Look down upon these kits and protect them, my love.