As they neared the log that made it possible to cross to LakeClan territory, Dreamstar's ears swiveled to the right. She stopped, looking to the right. That was where Rippleblaze was swept off too. Quiverstar stopped and looked behind him.
"Come on. We're almost there. Your clan mates are waiting on the other side. He looked across to see Grayshadow, Bluegaze and Jayflight on the other side. Dreamstar looked over, and saw her two kits and Bluegaze. The son of her friend Froststar of SandClan. She saw him slightly narrow his blue eyes. He was blind, but yet seemed to see the world better then anyone else. She looked to her right again. Then suddenly she bolted to the right, her paws pounding across the soft earth. Quiverstar yowled and raced after her. She felt her feet slip out from under her. Her eyes widened as she tumbled forwards, slipping into the fast water from recent rains. She pulled her head above water, and gasped for air. Quiverstar stopped on the edge, his eyes wide.
"Swim to the shore!"
Dreamstar narrowed her eyes, and dove down, where the water was slower. She came back up shortly after, letting the river sweep her to the waterfall. Jayflight gasped.
"No! Dreamstar it's suicide!"
Dreamstar didn't listen, just looked up at the sky. Bluegaze had been looking away when he heard the splash. He heard the gasps as she got closer to the waterfall. He shook his head and growled, then raced along the shore. He used his power, though it was fading, and leaped in right beside Dreamstar. He grabbed her scruff just as they went over the gorge.
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Strongspirit woke up in the nursery, barely able to move. Her kits were a little later than expected. Though Nestflame assured her it was nothing to worry about, she still couldn't resist the feeling that something was wrong with the kits.
Struggling to get up, she attempted to walk over to the fresh-kill pile. She didn't even get out of the nursery before she collapsed, a contraction wracking her body. "My kits!" she mewed "Help!"
~-~Strongspirit~-~
Nestflame heard a cry from the nursery. He grabbed borage and a few other herbs and rushed over to Strongspirit "Okay, now, the first kit isn't coming yet, you just have to relax. Tell me when the contractions get worse." He inched a stick toward her, which she took gladly, sinking her teeth into it when the next contraction came.
~-~Nestflame~-~
Strongspirit's first kit came, a blue/silver.
Nestflame nipped the kit's sac and began to lick it, it soon gave a small squeak and pulled itself over to nurse.
Strongspirit bit harder int the stick as another came a tom (I'm guessing). A small pool of blood followd.
Nestflame's eyes widened, he put some moss on the floor to dry it up. Then, nipped the tom's sac and licked it clean. Setting it beside it's littermate.
Finally a small, too small, tortoiseshell and brown she-kit was born. She looked weak, and was shaking horribly. And.. she had no tail. A larger pool of blood followed, then, stopped.
The tortoiseshell and brown kit wasn't breathing.
He kept licking it until it gave a feeble squeak.
Breathing in releif, he set the tailless kit next to Strongspirit, who purred with delite, not seming to notice it's imperfections.
"The first born... will be Featheredkit. The tom will be Crowkit, and the last she-kit, she'll be named... Sweetkit." she purred, curling around her kits, happier than she'd been in months
~-~Strong/Nest~-~
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