Who knew it hurt so much to die? Even though this was what she wanted, panic began to set in as her body began to shut down. Her claws leaving deep intentions in her throat as she struggled to get air as she thrashed back and forth. All her muscles began to contract on release over and over. She could feel the kits inside of of her flailing to, trying to escape her womb. Completely unaware of what was going on around her, suddenly her jaws were pried open and something stuffed Inside. Her throat convulsed around the yarrow, her gums turning white from lack of oxygen before her head was slapped forward into the stone floor. Just as the she-cat left to fetch a healer, she threw up the entire piece of of yarrow, oozing dark red blood

By the time Bloodystar returned, the queen was cool to the touch laying in a puddle of blood and vomit. Blood was slowly trickling out of the corners of her mouth, her flailing becoming weaker by the moment. Her gums had become pale and ghostly, as the mouse bile was smeared under her nose. Even as the cats held down her limbs, she still thrashed about making it difficult for Bloodystar to get the herbs down her throat. It wasn’t that she was fighting, but the pain and had driven her body to act on its own accord slashing and biting at anyone that got near. The herb mixture began to take affect, as a thick red paste began to appear in the blood she had thrown up with bits of herbs and stomach acid. The thrashing slowly began to slow, her breathing improving slightly. For a few moments it seemed as if it was starting to work, as her head slumped downwards. The death berries has been expelled. 

However this holding her down would have a difficult time missing the tell tell rippling of her sides, her body trying To expel her newborns before the poison could take their lives to. 

Jetfire's eyes rolled back into her head, her body started to thrash once more. Her head began to bang against the stone floor repeatedly, sending blood splatters to those unfortunate enough to be standing nearby as her body began to seize. Blood trickled from her mouth as she bit into her tongue, The effects of the twoleg poison starting to take effect Her body temperature was falling quickly her muscles spasming to try and warm themselves. 

Jetfire shook violently back and forth, even as the guards slid her backwards onto her back. Anyone unfortunate to get in her path would be clawed with no regard to who they were. Her conscious had already slipped away, into the dark recesses of her mind. Even as she was sliced open there was no screams, just jerking limbs and the sound of blood splattering into the stone as Bloodystar attempted to save the kits inside of her. As the first kit was pulled from her body, it let out a shrill shrieks as it’s face was cleared. It looked a lot like Jetfire, thin and lanky. It’s fur the same silvery blue, it’s tail longer than most of its body resembling a mouse’s tail. It was bleeding from a long scratch across its tummy from where Bloodyrondo had cut open it’s mother. It shrieked loudly, wriggling back and forth in pain

As Bloodyrondo searched her body deeper for the next kit, the queen's movements began to weaken further and further until she seemed to stop all together save for a few twitches and the rippling of her sides. Jetfire's heart was still beating, but her breaths were becoming more shallow by the moment each one taking far longer than it should. The next kit to be born was tiny, covered in layer of warm brown fur reminiscent of a new born fawn with small white speckles down it's back. It had a thin angular face like it's mother, with high cheek bones and a sloped curve from it's head down to it's nose. Unlike it's sibling the kit didn't start moving immediately, but a small twitch as it was pulled from it's mother showed that it wasn't dead yet.

"I'm here to help, Perfectkit told me what was going on." Ruinedportrait ducked into the den just as he had barked out the orders. Without asking questions she immediately went to the tiny tom kit. With gently paws she gently rolled him on his back, licking the scratch clean. Once she was satisfied that it was clean enough, she checked to make sure his airways were clear before chewing up a tiny bit of dock leaf and applying it to the tiny scratch to prevent infection. Lastly she carefully coated the scratch in cobwebs before rolling the kit back over.

Almost instinctively the janus moved on to the second kit and began to furiously lick the kit's fur the wrong way in an attempt to warm them up and starve off the shock of their traumatic birth. Silently she prayed to the Sun God hoping that they would let the tiny kit take a breath, a shiver made it's way down her spine, at the memory that there was no Sun God to hear her plea. Carefully she opened the kit's mouth, using the tips of her claws to dislodge anything that could be obstructing it's airways.

[REMINDER: GORE GALORE]

Perfectkit had followed Mountainsound into the High Priest's den, emboldened by the sheer number of cats that were present now, but what he saw made his stomach do somersaults. He heard of horrors before, of cats who Foxbane allegedly gutted or skinned or dissolved, but the weight of the phrase 'there was blood everywhere' never seemed all that scary until he lived it. There was a pool of blood around Jetfire but pawprints of cats who walked through it covered the entire den's floor. Bloodystar himself was particularly drenched, almost from head to toe, so bloodied that Perfectkit thought for a second he was hurt, "J-Jetfire..."


"I have this under control. Just focus on the kits. When I cut Jetfire's stomach, I wounded one of them. The gray tom," Bloodystar mostly dismissed Mountainsound's presence. It had been an impulse to summon her at all but, if he was being honest with himself - which he wasn't - he was glad that she was here. In all of Bloodystar's most major healer moments, he'd had a more experienced cat with him as a guide, and being on his own had been more stressful than her thought, "There's one left..."

Back still to Mountainsound, and the snakeroot that she had presented to him pushed aside, Bloodystar went back to Jetfire's stomach for the one last kit. This one wasn't as hard to reach now that the one ahead of it was gone. With a tug more forceful than he had intended - perhaps having such an audience made him more nervous than he had expected - he actually removed the kit still in its sack, causing part of Jetfire's womb and other internal organs to hang slightly out of her abdomen. Bloodystar gently cut the kit out of the sack with a trembling claw and sat it next to the rest, the gravity of what he had just done weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Jetfire had taken the poison, but Bloodystar had been the one to draw her blood. He was just as much a part of her death as she was. Or, he would have been, if she was actually dead. The High Priest nearly jumped out of his fur when the most wretched yowls came from Jetfire's mouth, loud enough to make him draw his bloodied paw up to shield his ear on reflex. How could she be alive...? There was so much blood.


Eyes so dilated they looked black as night, Perfectkit felt tears pour down his cheeks. He still struggled to take in the scene but he knew what as playing out before him was life and death. He put his trembling paws together in a prayer, "Sun God, please save my sister, she loves you very much and I... we need her... please, please Sun God... Bloody says you're still listening to us... Please... Save her."

Ruinedportrait wasted no time chewing the Shock root just as Mountainsound directed, making quick work of it, while taking care not to bite her lip or cheek in the process. Once she was done, and the paste was on the leaf she moved to the snakeroot Bloodystar had discarded and began to chew it into a pulp as well before spitting it back out on the leaf.

"Here Mountainsound." she said quickly moving the leaf within she blind cat's reach.

It was going to be tedious work, and Mountainsound knew it, though after a long moment, noting Bloodystar's willingness to listen to reason, she gave him a singular nod, which considering the situation, was about as much acknowledgement of respect for doing the right thing as she could afford to allow. He might not care, but the actions following were telling in their own right, still direct, but no longer with an edge of harshness, the tone of two healers working together, not a healer speaking as if to a novice who needed to be taught how to even make a poultice. Ruinedportrait's instructions were simpler, more like the latter, but still respectfully calm.

She pulled part of the poultice, pouring it in the queen's open mouth and then shutting it tight against the screaming, gently massaging her throat to force the instinct to swallow. There was no pain relievers in this, not yet, she needed to ensure Jetfire was responsive, though she intended to hopefully use some around the wound itself to ease the distress.

From there, with the kits squared away, once she knew the herbs were helping to counteract the poison, it was sort of all a blur. Taking herbs gently to the she-cat's insides to ward off infection and reduce her pain, taking her claws and thin strips of vine or other thin strands of semi-dry plants to gently poke holes, with the help of the others, to sew up her uterus, and any other insides that she could deduce were damaged, place the organs back where they belonged, use cobwebs and herbs to mop up and slow the bleeding more than just the lady's mantle would do. Cleaning, sewing, herbs, it was all a blur of plants and work, and by the time she was done, Mountainsound was covered in blood, herself, and tiredness was weighing at her bones as she checked Jetfire and the kits' statuses once more, administering Jetfire the most herbs she could spare to calm her and ease the pain, without feeling as though it would tip too far into risking killing her as well.

To be quite honest, she had no clue if Jetfire would survive, the kits had better chances, but this was the best chance they could all be given, slim as it was.