Specklefur looked around the camp, her harsh green eyes looking across the camp's clearing as the golden rays splattered itself messily on the bramble, long shadows stretched across the camp which started slowly retreating as the sun rose. Specklefur didn't know why she was up so early, curled up in the middle of camp, perhaps it was the already humid air? or how she wasn't used to the earlier rise of the sun since Newleaf was becoming more warm and prominent, where as Leaf-bare was full of death and chill.
She didn't dwell on the fact, but instead turned her attention to her bulging stomach, which wasn't really noticeable, since she ate a lot and her fur was long and soft, giving it a poofy look to it. Specklefur let a yawn escape her maw, she didn't feel like getting up at all today, feeling the kits move around in her womb was just uncomfortable.
Nothing to see here.
As the she-cat ate, there was a something a little off, flicking her tail she peered over at her stomach, she wondered what they would look like, but, it didn't leave her hanging for long.
A surge of pain shot through her stomach, as well as down her spine. It felt something like a badgers claws ripping her innards apart with such bloodlust it didn't care for how much damage it did to its meal. Specklefur tried to hold in a yowl, which came out as a very pained hiss, her muscles in her limbs went limp, then tightened in a bit of a spazzing motion from the pain. Bearing through it as much as she could, and to make the most of her strength she dragged herself to the medicine cat den, this was a much worse pained experience than just ignore this sentance.
"Nightfire!" She called, feeling as if she lost all ability to move, she let herself lay down onto the ground, letting her contractions rip through her. On instinct she willingly pushed, but with a great amount of problems of course.
