Birth of Icekit

Raccoonheart sat in the nursery in the middle of the night. She couldn't sleep as she stared out into the silent, empty camp. Everyone was tucked away in there dens sleeping comfortably, while poor Raccoonheart was the only one awake. Then she felt something. She squinted her eyes in thought trying to figure out what it was then she felt it again except it came back with more pain. She clenched her teeth and gave a sharp hiss has it came again. "Someone get a Medicine cat.." She mewed between her teeth. She tensed again as another wave of pain came before she let out a yowl.

ooc: there is no mc x33

ic: Inside the unnamed kit was being a boss and tried not to hurt her mom but still tried to escape the small space.

ooc2: hadto.

Stormstar sat up at the yowl echoed in the air, his ears flickering as he realized who it belonged to. In seconds he was racing out of his den, glancing sideways at the medicine cat den. He wished that his brother hadn't disappeared, as he could really use him. Sliding to a stop right outside of the nursery, he grabbed a hold of a large stick as he tried to recall what his brother had did for the birth of the many kits that he had taken care of. Ducking into the nursery, he made his way quickly where is mate laid, and dropped the stick next to her. "Don't worry, Raccoonheart, I'm here." He placed his paws on her belly. "I know what to do...I think."

Raccoonheart looked at him before taking a hold of the stick. "I hope so because this is really painful!" She hissed through the stick. She bit the stick as another wave of pain came, the force of the bite cause the stick to splinter. "Please hurry."

His ears flickered at her cries, and closed his eyes as he attempted to focus himself. Suddenly, he felt a large spasm in Raccoonheart's belly and he opened his eyes as he gazed at his mate. "Now push!"

Raccoonheart tried to push as hard as she could. After she pushed she started breathing heavily from holding her breath. She hoped to get this kit out soon. Great Starclan this was painful.

Stormstar stood next to her, his eyes flashing with panic. He hopped that the kit would come out soon, not sure how long his mate could push for.

Raccoonheart gave a another push, and felt relived this time as she felt no pain, and felt a little bundle next to her. She picked up the kit and did what instinct told her to do. She started licking the kit to warm it up. She gave a purr at the white grey brown kit. "It's a girl." She purred happily.

Leaning over his new daughter, the tom let out a loud purr. "She is wonderful!" he whispered, as he licked her small head. "What should we call her?"

The small kit mewled as she felt something rough rub across her fragile body. Though it was uncomfortable to endure, the warmth it brought her was soothing. The kit squirmed, eyes still closed, closer to a soft mass and plopped herself right at it's paws. Little did she know, she was at the paws of the leader of her Clan, as well as her father.

Raccoonheart purred at her kit as she sat at her father's paw. "I have no idea. I want to see what her eyes look like before we name her." She mewed looking up at her mate.

Nodding, Stormstar smiled at the small bundle at his paws. His long tail flickered as he wrapped it around his paws and his daughter.

The kit mewled once again before curling up in a small ball. At first she thought this large cat she was sleeping on was her mother, but the lack of the smell of milk told her otherwise.
A small yawn escaped the kit's mouth as she drifted to sleep, only the simplest of thoughts swimming through her mind.

"I suppose we will have to wait awhile before we will see her eyes," Stormstar chuckled when he realized that the small kit was falling asleep.

"When ever you feel like leaving just put her with me." Raccoonheart mewed, "I need a rest." She yawned and put her head on her paws and slowly drifted off to sleep.