Unexpected birth in an unexpected place!

Silverdapple was pleased to be patrolling with her beloved mate Smokepelt, as she heaved to keep pace with him, she cast worried glances at her belly. It was growing but only a little, considering how heavily pregnant she was. The silvery white she-cat had found out a few moons before, telling her mate immediately. They were both extremely happy and the world was perfect. As the moons passed, the warrior noticed her belly wasn't big like the other expecting queens. Is something wrong? Are you alright in there? She had consulted Smokepelt with her fears of the worst, but he assured her it was okay.
Lately, she had been sleeping very little. The tossing and turning due to her fear kept her awake, many a time she sat in the middle of camp to consult her ancestors among the stars. This morning she was already up when she planned to ask Smokepelt out on a patrol. Now here the pair are, trekking across the claimed territory. While walking she began panting heavily, slowing to a stop she groaned. "Smokepelt? Something is happening!" Her soft mew came out hoarse, she gritted her teeth in pain. She pinned her ears, squeezing her dark emerald eyes shut she gave a silent prayer to Starclan. Starclan I know it's too early but please don't take my babies. If you need some cat take me instead!

Smokepelt walked next to his mate in the frostbitten forest. Silverdapple had perswaded him the patrol with her, but a nervous feeling iched at his pelt. Smokepelt enjoyed the silence, being away from the busy WindClan "camp". He tried not to show his fear for her and the kits with a fake smile as he slowed the pace.

"Today is a bea---" Smokepelt purred but was cut off when Silverdapple gave a moan and slumped to the ground. "Silverdapple? Is it the kits?" The tom asked, running to her and nudging her cheek.