Mesmerizingsins stared at Dyinglight, obvious concern in his eyes. He had help with his own mate's kitting, though if he was being honest he mostly got in the way. So something did not seem quite right with the Jarl. Yet he said nothing, his face in its usually frown. "Owlstrike." His golden eyes just barely looked at the other cat, it wasn't that he didn't like the tom, it was that he didn't know the tom. It had only been a moon or so since he had come back. Other than reconnecting with Dyinglight, he hadn't made much of an effort to know his clanmates again. Which was not great, but Mesmerizingsins fueled most of his energies into wrangling his five kits who were now apprentices along with trying to help his friend sort out her life.

Dyinglight sighed as the odd contraction like pain finally died away. She turned and looked back at Mesmerizingsins. "Mez...I...I think I may have just had some sort of false contraction.." she felt suddenly shakey but she gulped down her nerves and decided to push on with their walk. 

The dark tom felt a surge of injustice rise in him as he watched Dyinglight leave with another tom, and dug his claws into the ground. He knew she had a right to speak with other cats, but... well... it just wasn't fair that someone else would take advantage of problems in their relationship like that. A low growl rumbled in his throat as the prison guard determinedly set off from camp to follow them. He'd find Dyinglight, and they'd find a way to work through this. He wasn't going to let anyone get in their way.

Mesmerizingsins looked around in a panic, he didn't want to leave her alone and at the same time, she needed more help than what he could offer. With a knot developing in his stomach he took off towards camp, slowly only briefly as he passed Shadowglade. "She's kitting, blood, lots of blood, too much." He managed to stammer out before taking off again. Sliding into camp he quickly glanced around for Mistyveil and could only spot her daughter. That would work he thought as he took a deep breath to relay the issue. "Dyinglight is kitting in the woods, there is way too much blood, and she needs your help." It was more coherent than the first time he had tried to speak.

Plumeriapaw looked up at the panicked warrior with disinterest at first usually, they only needed a bit of marigold and cobwebs. Though as he spoke she perked up, this was something new and was life-threatening. With a nod she picked her way through the herbs in the den, coming back out with borage, chervil, and raspberry leaves. A few other odds and ends were chucked in as well as she wasn't one hundred percent sure. Her dual colored paws followed after Mesmerizingsins after telling the closest cat to send her mother if someone saw her. A million thoughts raced through her head, she was just barely apprentice age and yet she could control life and death. It was way too much pressure for her.

"She's what?" Shadowglade hissed, his dark fur spiking in alarm. He broke into a sprint back the way the tom had came, skidding to a halt when he spotted the fallen deputy and dropping at her side. His eyes were dark with anxiety as he fussed over her, licking between her ears and nosing her cheek. "It's going to be okay, you'll be fine," he promised, his heart trembling in his chest. Why were they coming so early? "Help is coming. Let me-- let me get you something, what do you need?"