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The first wave of pain struck in the middle of the night. Beedust had been sleeping uneasily lately, and she was curled in her soft nest, drifting in and out of sleep, when the ripple of pain struck her. She gave a choked sort of gasp, sitting up as quickly as she could. The other queens and their kits were asleep, and she reached out, poking Mossbreeze with an urgent jab. She felt bad, disturbing the sleeping queen, but she was in no state to walk across camp to get Softpelt and Fawnheart.
"Mossbreeze," she said, watching as the she-cat lifted her head groggily. "I think I'm in labor- ah!" She let out another sharp exhale, followed by a loud yelp that could be heard by more than just the other queens.
A simple jab was all that was needed to bring the black and white queen out of deep slumber. Having a litter of kits brought along not only long and tiresome days, but also the keen ability to sleep lightly and unconsciously be prepared for the unexpected. Mossbreeze rose her head quickly and surprisingly calmly as she blinked into the darkness, her eyes adjusting slowly to her surroundings before they finally found Beedust. The look on the ginger she-cat's expression revealed to the queen what was happening before the words ever left Beedust's mouth. A wave of calm urgency washed over Mossbreeze and she turned down to her sleeping kits, nudging them gently "Wake up my loves." She spoke gently but forcefully as she nudged the balls of fluff. The first kit to wake was Cloverkit, her green eyes blinking in confusion.
"What is it momma?" She yawned, her dark grey ears perked as she heard sharp breathing from behind her mother, looking up to see Beedust in her moss bed, in clear pain.
Before Mossbreeze could give more instructions to her kits, the other ginger queen, Crimsoncrown rose to her paws, waking up just in time to hear Bee's struggles. "I can take them out and watching them." The queen offered calmly, turning back to her own single kit who sat up, just as confused as Cloverkit. "Opalkit, please go wake up the medicine cats and then go get Thistlestar." She instructed, her tone serious and flat "Let them know that Beedust is about to have her kits."
The small short-haired tom was the oldest kit in the nursery, nearing apprenticeship. His eyes narrowed slightly as he realized the importance of his task, nodding to his mom before bolting out of the den. Opalkit ran fast, his thin and light figure dashing through the peaceful camp and into the Medicine Cat Den "Fawnheart, Softpelt come quick!" His meow was somewhat quiet, cautious not to scare the medicine cats who had probably just gone to bed, but the urgency in his tone made his voice boom with quiet panic.
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"Come on." Crimsoncrown urged Mossbreeze's sleepy kits forward into the night air. Mossbreeze watched for just a moment before turning back to Beedust, her eyes bright with a mixture of understanding and concern "Hang in there Beedust, just focus on managing your breathing." She instructed gently, crouching down at Bee's side, watching her stomach as another wave of contractions could be seen on the surface of her inflated stomach.
Fawnheart lifted her head with a snort, her eyes droopy and crisscrossed as she tried to adjust to her surroundings and figure out what was happening. She had gone to bed so tired that she had instantly drifted off into a deep sleep before being interrupted by Opalkit's urgency. Once she finally processed that there was an issue she rose to her paws quickly. "Opalkit? What is it?" She asked, her voice sweet as always but there was a hint of urgency in it.
"My m-momma said B-Beedust is having her kits!" He stumbled over his words, a sudden wave of anxiety making him stumble across his words. "Mom said I have to go get Thistlestar too and to hurry, Can I go get him now?" He asked, dancing slightly on his paws as he awaited to be excused.
Fawnheart's eyes lit up and she was fully awake, now. "Oh, yes, of course! You may go get him! Thank you, Opalkit!" At that, Fawnheart turned and began gathering all the herbs she may need for this kitting. Afterwards, she rushed to the nursery, a bundle of herbs in her jaws. She settled beside Beedust and began to examine her. "Yup. You are definitely in labor." She mewed, pushing a stick to the queen's jaws. "If you need to, bite down on this. Itll help with the pain."
(sorry for the short response, I’m busy moving stuff but I still wanted to keep it going!)
Beedust nodded, exhaling slowly as she clamped her teeth around the stick. It was nice to have Mossbreeze and Fawnheart here, two of her good friends, but she was counting down the seconds until Thistlestar was at her side. Mostly because counting helped take the edge off the pain, worse than she had ever felt in her life.
At the medicine cat's approval, Opalkit nodded and broke into a new sprint, running towards the leader's den to find a cold and empty space. The kit blinked in confusion, turning back to find the sight of the Springclan leader entering the camp. Confusion at why the leader was even out so late grew in the kit, but he pushed it aside, remembering the important task ahead. "Thistlestar!" He meowed loudly, his voice panicked as he jump ahead, sprinting to meet the leader at the entrance.
"Opalkit." Thistlestar spoke up, this deep voice was low and revealed a hint of exhaustion, despite the leader's obvious attempts to hide his true state of being. "What are you doing up so la-"
"The kits are coming!" He interrupted in a fit of excitement, but his expression changed drastically as he realized how rude he was to interrupt the leader. Before he could apologies, the Siamese tom burst forward with a surprising wave of energy. The kit blinked in confusion, but quickly raced after the leader, stopping just shy of the entrance of the nursery den as he watched him mother heard the other kits out of the den. He instinctively fell inline at his mother's side, taking one last look back into the nursery den before going to help her round up the other kits...
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The leader's heart raced strong in his chest, so much he feared the risk of a heart attack, but the fear was quickly replaced with a new one as he finally caught sight of Beedust.
Mossbreeze turned just in time to see Thistlestar enter, having moved over to Fawnheart back side in attempt to stay out of her way. Before she could update Thistlestar, he took long and fast strides forward, settling at his mate's side, his expression gentle but worrisome. It was a rare sight of emotions that the queen herself had rarely seen from the usual stern faced leader.
"Beedust, how are you do?" He breathed quietly, taking in Beedust's pain filled, honey glazed eyes. The sight was unbearable and made the leader visibly on edge.
Beedust was having trouble speaking, between the ripples of pain and the seconds it took her to recover from each one. Her claws curved, digging into her nest, but she managed a sigh of relief when Thistlestar arrived.
"As good as I can be," she admitted through the branch in her mouth, resting her cheek against his shoulder as the pain rippled again. In truth, she was terrified, terrified that she wasn't strong enough, scared that she would lose a kit, or all of them. But she didn't need to vocalize those fears- she could see her mate's worry written on his features, and she knew she wasn't alone in her worries. She let out a soft hiss as the pain intensified, and her body moved automatically. She could feel herself pushing, but she was suddenly removed from the pain, feeling nearly out of body. It all felt like a dream as she gritted down on the stick, feeling her body contract as her first kit slid into the world. A small, siamese tom, eyes sealed shut, fur dampened from birth. "Oh!" she whispered, feeling a rush of new hormones as she laid eyes on her son. She had already thought of some names, and the one that felt the most fitting slid from her lips. "Berrykit."
Softpelt was a little slower to wake, she was a bit older than Fawnheart after all, but the fluffy white she cat was soon gathering up her own bundle of herbs, and hurrying over to the nursery.
She breathed a breath of relief as she settled in taking the newborn kit gently and beginning to lick his fur the wrong way to warm him up. "Fawnheart you keep with the queen, I'll make sure the kits get warmed up." She assured her fellow medicine cat.
"Congratulations" Fawnheart purred to Beedust, giving a quick nod to Thistlestar as he entered the den beside his mate. "You are doing great." Then her ear twitched at Softpelt's plan. "Softpelt, did you want to work with the queen this time and I take over the kits?" Fawnheart asked. They always had a good system going but Softpelt was always the one to check the kits over to make sure they were healthy and breathing properly while Fawnheart was always helping the queen with the birth. Perhaps they could swap for a change if Softpelt was okay with it. They were both very talented medicine cats and they both had equal knowledge. It wouldn't hurt to do a quick swap.
As Beedust wrangled with the pain, Thistlestar watched on, close to his mate's side all while giving her enough room to move and breath, not wanting to stress her more than she already was. He watched on in a mixture of concern and awe as his mate pushed out the first of the kits, a small Siamese tom with a pelt similar to his own. Thistlestar chuckled under his breath, his spring green eyes wide in wonder as he watched the kit get passed on to the medicine cats who worked naturally to tend to the kit. He his eyes shined with powerful emotions as Beedust announced their first kit's name, Berrykit. He smiled wide as he watched the kit wiggle and squirm helplessly, his mind echoing the name lovingly. "You're doing it Bee." He breathed proudly "You are doing amazing Bee..." He began to choke up, glancing briefly down to his mate before returning his gaze back to the kit. He knew he had no reason to be concerned with the well being of his first son as he was blessed to have two of the brightest Medicine cat's aiding him, but a powerful protective instinct washed over him, making him antsy on his paws.
Beedust couldn't take her eyes off of her son, her emotions all jumbled up. There was the same she-cat inside her, the bright and rather opinionated one, but there was this new identity, one that had been looming but was suddenly a part of who she was. A mother. The second Berrykit began wiggling and mewling, she knew that she would do anything to protect her children, and she also knew she loved them more deeply than she ever could have imagined. She leaned her head back against Thistlestar, slowing her breathing as the pain rippled again, somewhat subdued. It didn't take long for the next two kits to be born- another dusty tom, quickly named Juniperkit, and a small, pale cream and ginger she-cat. Beedust paused, looking at Thistlestar.
"She looks like your mother- at least like how you described her." She whispered, her voice hoarse. Another wave of pain signaled a fourth kit, but she forced herself to focus on her newest kit, cleaned by the medicine cat a her two sons nursed at her stomach. "Do you want to name her Blossomkit?" She was worried he wouldn't like the idea of re-using his mother's name, but she wanted him to have another way to remember her.
The excitement built up as the kits came, quickly agreeing with Beedust on Juniperkit's name, gushing proudly as he noted yet another kit with similar markings to his own. There was almost a gleeful, child-like joy on the Leader's expression and body language as he stepped around back and forth to see the kits up close then back to his mate's side, whispering words of encouragement and love before running skipping back to his squirming kits. He had never felt such a rush of excitement.
When Blossomkit arrived, there was a sudden calmness that halted the leader and he watched wide eyes as the newest kit, a daughter was born, creamy but tints of ginger framed the kit's body thanks to Beedust's genes, but there was something familiar about the pelt. Thistlestar watched on in silence, a clear image of his mother racing to his fore-mind. It was Beedust's gentle yet drained voice that brought him back to the present, voice the thoughts in his head. He turned down to look at his mate, his eyes wide and bright with a new wave of emotion. The words wouldn't reach, so he simply nodded in agreement, his breathing grew shallow with the heavy emotion that flowed through him in that moment. Blossomkit. The names echoed in his head lovingly.
