Ferretpaw, being the oblivious thing he was, did not know that he was pregnant. He had just been helping clean up some bones from a piece of prey that had been left in the freshkill pile for a little too long, his paws brushing the bones out of the pile so some cat didn't accidentally eat them and choke to death. He was about finished when he suddenly doubled over in pain, a sharp stab in his gut almost bringing him to his knees as a loud yelp ripped from his throat, eyes widening as the pain seemed to fade into just a dull ache. He was going to brush it off and then...he remembered.
That night with Wolfgang. Oh, no. That night they had...he didn't want to think about it, it was really embarrassing to think about. And now he was pregnant as an apprentice with another cat that might not even want the kittens. What was he going to do? In the midst of all of Ferretpaw's wild thoughts, another bout of pain forced him to sit down and struggle to keep his composure, gritting his teeth in silent agony as he waited for the cramps to pass. Were they cramps or contractions? Ferretpaw had no idea about birth, he was only 11 moons old!
He needed to find Wolfgang and tell him before he found out the hard way. "Wolfgang?" The tom called out nervously, voice laced with discomfort. He was fearful that if he moved from this very spot, he might collapse or faint from the tightening pains in his belly. This was bad.