A second litter (Open after kits post)

Streamtail felt it yet again. The fatigue, the kicks of her kits, or kit, inside her belly. As she lay down next to the fresh kill pile, a wave of pain came from her stomach and out towards the rest of her body. Shuddering in agony, Streamtail squeezed her eyes shut and bit back a yelp. As another spasm rocked her, the blue-gray queen turned her searching emerald eyes to find her mate. “Applefang. The kits are coming...again.” Streamtail had experienced this before and it was exhausting last time. This time she was better prepared, but it still hurt. Dear StarClan please don’t let me fail. Shifting slowly away from the pile of fresh-kill, Streamtail let put a wince as another wave of agonizing pain rolled across her, making her feel weaker than she already was. Where’s the Spiderquill?Thornpaw? Her own daughter, the medicine cat apprentice, was hopefully around to support her.

Applefang heard a moan, and the voice of his mate, leaping up, his eyes widened. He knew Streamtail was pregnant, of course, he would’ve had to been blind not to see the protruding bulge the kits had created, but it was nerve-wracking now that it was actually happening. ”I’ll get a medicine cat!” called out the warrior, running toward the medicine den. He poked his head inside, looking for Spiderquill. ”Spiderquill? Streamtail is kitting.” Although outwardly he played it off in a much less nervous fashion than the first time around, the truth was that he was terrified. Petrified of losing his mate, if her being in any pain. He hoped that she would be alright. The thought of another kit, though. A small bundle of fur looking up to him warmed his heart, a bit. It would be nice to have some more kits, he did love younger cats. Sitting outside of the nursery, he waited.

The noises that would come from the nursery soon enough would make him want to leap in, he could predict that much. But Spiderquill was experienced, and the medicine cat could handle it. Still, a decent part of him wondered what he would do without Streamtail. Sure, Applefang had been fine without his mate, but that was before they were close. He had lost kits before, and he didn’t want to repeat the experience. The sheer thought of losing his father, or one of his siblings was horrible.

She wriggled out, and immediately started flailing around, her paws in the air. She mewed hungrily for Streamtail's milk, trying desperately to get herself right-side up.