Heatherpaw's eyes slowly looked up at the roof of the nursery, her aqua blue eyes full of pain. It wasn't just that she had been locked in contractions for about an hour.. but that Cloudpaw wasn't here. She didn't just need him to stand by her for moral support, but she need him to tell her it was okay and to see his kits too... Well his and Nightstorm's.
A powerful contraction rippled down her stomach making the she-cat whimper. The only good thing about this day was that she was just appointed a Greeter/Recruiter of Hawkclan. Such a honor, yes, but with that honor came responcibility. That would have to wait, at least for now. The she-cat felt another contraction slam into her, ouch. She dug her claws into the dirt ground of the nursery. Damn... Damn. Damn. Everything wasn't happy like it should be right now.
Suddenly a small blue tabby with white she-kit skidded out onto Heatherpaw's mossy nest. The queen leaned forward, licking the tiny kit and opening her air sack with a small nip. "Bioluminescentkit." she breathed the name of her first born kit. Following Bioluminescentkit came a tiny black and white tom. Heatherpaw repeated the process of getting the kit's blood flowing and getting the kit's lungs working that she had done with Bioluminescentkit. " Intergalactickit," she whispered as she stroked the kit with her tail.
Another contraction concealed the she-cat with pain, forcing her back down into her laying position. Another black kit with white slithered out by his siblings. "Viperkit," Heatherpaw mewed just before a small white she-cat followed her brother. "Libertykit," she mewed as she repeated the licking/opening the air sack process with her two newborn kits.
Next came a lilac tabby tom with white. Quickly after him a small white she-kit came. "Ambitkit and Arcadiakit," Heatherpaw mewed naming the tom first. She licked them both and opened their air sacks. Six kits... Only six kits... right? Nope. Finally another contraction came, a small and weak contraction. A tiny small chocolate tabby she-kit with white followed her litter-mates. "Illusionkit," she mewed in a hushed voice as she licked/opened her daughter's air sack. Seven wonderful kits. Seven little angels. Now if only Cloudpaw was here...




