Featherstorm nodded slowly and tried to breath deeper. Anotehr spasm came with great pain. She gritted her teeth but made no motions to get the seeds. Her head flopped back on to the floor and her pale green eyes closed. A few more spasms passed with pain before the second kit another tom appeared. He was a dark gray tom with a black stripe running from the top of his head to where the tail started. She tried to grin but another spasm happened. 'Great Starclan!' she yowled in her head, 'Please let this be the last one.'
Thornclaw instantly picked up the kit and licked him, again the wrong way. The kit, like his brother, squealed so loudly Thornclaw wanted to cover up his ears, but the medicine cat kept licking. He placed the tom next to his brother and looked at Featherstorm. "There is one more kit in you," he said seriously, "But it might be stuck. It would've came out by now," Thornclaw waited for the queen's reaction.
Featherstorm's eyes widened, "What do you mean? Is there something wrong?" Her heart rate increased more than it already had. What if there was something wrong? What would she do? She wouldnt forgive herself if something happened to that last kit. Another spasm passed but no kit. Her mind raced with anxiety. She glanced down at her stomach and her eyes filled with dismay. Another few spasm but nothing. 'No!' her mind shouted. This couldnt happen. But another spasm came and the last kit came in to the world. Featherstorm's pain stopped and she was exhausted. She looked at her last kit with worry. The tiny scrap was even smaller than the others. It was a tiny gray tabby she-kit with little white paws and jaw. The tip of her small tail was white as well. Featherstorm grasped the kit who was not moving. She licked its fur trying to make it breath but nothing. "Come on," She sobbed between licks. Finally the tiny kit squealed and took in its first breaths. Pride and love fill Featherstorm and she purred. "Oh sweet little one," She purred. SHe licked it more as her tired body finally caught up with her.
Owlscar couldn't help grinning as he saw Featherstorm's relief. "Eat the borage, please," he meowed softly, pushing the leaves toward her. "You want to feed them, don't you?" Almost inadvertently, he brushed away the tears she had shed with the tip of his tail. "You'll probably want the poppy seeds, after you've fed them. Your body will be aching and you'll want sleep..." He gave her a small pile of four seeds. "The kits will probably sleep soon as well. If they..." He trailed off. "Featherstorm..." Somehow, the thought had just popped into his head that she had no mate. No father to help her care for the kits...and she had three kits. That was a large litter, and even worse that she didn't have a tom by her side to help her.
Featherstorm glanced up at Owlscar, "Of course i want to keep my kits healthy." She purred warmly to the medicine cat. She eat teh leaves and the seeds without a fuss. She wanted these kits to be the best warriors Canyonclan had ever seen. Her pale eyes trailed on the brown tom for a moment as she tilted her head to the side, "What is it Owlscar?" He looked like he really wanted to say something and she wanted to know what it was.
Thornclaw sighed with relief as the little she-cat took it's first breaths. "She's safe," he whispered. "They're beautiful, too!" He sighed. The medicine cat could never mate and would never have kits of his own, since medicine cats were forbidden to mate. Sometimes, he envided the ways of the warrior. "What are you going to name the kits?" Thornclaw asked the tired Featherstorm. "They're all gray, like you!" he said, smiling. "They sure are cute!" He sat down next to Featherstorm. "You miss your mate, don't you?" he asked suddenly. "I don't intend to be rude... but... I'm kinda curious," he admitted. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to,"
Featherstorm looked at Thronleaf for a moment. "I dont miss him," she said softly. "He was only with me for a short time and then he left when he found out i was gonig to have kits. I dont miss him at all." She sighed and glanced down at her three kits. Her eldest, the dark brown tabby, her second, the gray tom with the black stripe, and her youngest, the tiny tabby she-kit with white paws, jaw and tail tip. "I dont know what to name them." She thought for a moment as she tried to decided on the names.
Thornclaw grinned. Featherstorm didn't know what to name her kits? "Hey! I know! The little she-cat could be Bubblekit.... cause.. well I thing the name fits her!" She smiled. "Do you like it? I mean, it's your kit but I think it fits her but you don't have to like it..." Thornclaw laughed. "Did I make since?" he asked. I ran on with the sentence, I get too excited, I think. It was the first time I helped during a kitting," he admitted.
Owlscar looked at Featherstorm. Hearing Thornleaf mention Featherstorm's mate had brought Owlscar to attention. "Yeah, Featherstorm? Will you need some...help...taking care of your kits?" He closed his eyes briefly, then suddenly meowed, "I could help you out if you want. I mean, if you don't need me that's fine..." he trailed off awkwardly, then gave a tentative smile.
Featherstorm had smiled at what Thronleaf had said. Bubblekit, that was a nice name. Her attention was caught by Owlscar when he mentioned helpin with the kits. A large grin spread on her face, "Would you really like to help me with them?" Her eyes lit up. "That would be wonderful of you Owlscar. You dont know what this means to me." She purred with a warm smile. "Thank you so much." She glanced down with joy at the three new lives. She touched the she-kit on the head with her nose. "Then you shall be Bubblekit." She sent a warm glance to Thronleaf. "In honor of the medicine cat that helped you come in to this world." She glanced at Owlscar now, "Would you like to name one? IT would be an honor if you would."