Ivyleaf has them kits

Ivyleaf sulked out of the nursery, feeling like her head was about to explode. Could she really take care of these kits on her own? She couldn't think straight. Her belly was so swollen and it was a struggle for her to get to the fresh-kill pile, especially in the state she was in. She let out a small sigh as she slowly bent over to pick up a thrush, and she suddenly stopped, her breathing turning harsh. The queen almost lost her balance as a large pain rippled all the way through her. You couldn't have picked a better time? she silently yelled at the unborn kits. She let out a gasp as she limped to the medicine cat den, the pain in her body worsening. She felt like she couldn't stand anymore, but she struggled to get to the medicine cat den.
Ivyleaf slowly walked in the den, shuddering as the pain became more frequent, fear in her eyes. She had never felt anything like this before, not this type of pain. Thanks a lot, Nightfire, she cursed to the tom silently. She looked up, looking around for the medicine cats with wide-eyes. "Help!" she managed to croak out before another bought of pains took over.