Welcome To The World! (Icestorm, Storm, Lettuceturtle, Skia, Ebony maybe)

"Troutstep! Duskpaw!" Heronwing yowled, pain searing through her body. The kits were coming- and fast! She clenched the ground, fearing all possibilities- Will they be okay? Can I help them if they aren't? What if I die? And so on. Her eyes widened as pain rushed through, and she waited for her mate, and, possibly Duskpaw, to help her out.

Troutstep wasn't particularly hungry and was playing with a small vole, rolling it around with his paw when he heard a yowl. Heronwing?! Forgetting the vole he ran to the nursery. "Heronwing! Are the kits..." Looking at her big belly he was suddenly lost for words. I'm going to be a father? The idea of being a father made his heart beat fast and his thoughts run wild. He honestly disliked kits, would he be a good enough father? A twinge of fear gnawed at his stomach. Well, no matter what, he prayed to StarClan that Heronwing's kitting wouldn't put her life in vain.

"T-Troutstep... T-The kits... Can... You... Get me a s-stick...?" She managed to mumble out weakly as pain ran through her. It was nearly unbearable. She knew to get a stick since she'd seen other queens use it before, to help with pain in birth. She laid on her side, eyes half closed.

Suddenly jolted out of his thoughts, he gave a nod to his mate and ran out the nursery. Panicking, he looked around for a stick. Stick, branch, log. Anything would work. Spotting a thick stick, he ran over and grabbed it off the ground, sprinting back to the nursery. He dropped it next to Heronwing and nudged it towards her muzzle.

Heronwing waited patiently for the stick, though it was very difficult. Eventually, when Troutstep brought it, she smiled weakly and took the stick. After the regular amount of pain, she felt a kit coming. She strained herself, and soon a small kitten rested on the ground beside her. It was gray-blue. (Moonkit). After a few seconds, the second came- a gray and black tabby (Ripplekit). And finally, the third, a silver tabby kit landed beside her (Clearkit). Exhausted but happy, the queen relaxed and quickly licked the kits to keep them warm and moved them to her belly, weakly.

"W-What should we name t-them?" She asked Troutstep weakly.

OOC- Just wanted to get it all over instead of dragging on forever.

The gray and black tabby mewled quietly, shuffling around blindly. She moved away from her mother's belly, but grew cold and immediately wriggled back. The kit suckled for a little while before slowly falling asleep.

Troutstep stepped out of the den, giving Heronwing some space. But wait. Should I be in there? His thoughts started racing once again until he heard the kits small, pitiful meows. The tom gave a sigh of relief, and walked back into the den, looking down to the bundles of fur. "Names?" He said in no more than a whisper, sitting his rump down, and looking to his kits. "He'll be Moonkit, then Ripplekit, and Clearkit." The tom said softly, a smile forming on his face. He was never very good with kits but a warm, fuzzy feeling stirred inside him. I'm a father! He crouched down, nudging one of the kits towards their mother.

"P-Perfect..." She mewed quietly, a smile settling on her face. She nuzzled each one of her kits again, before licking Troutstep's cheek. The exhausted queen laid her head down and closed her eyes, but she did not sleep.

The small silvery ball of fur clumsily moved around, tripping herself as she scrambled for the warmth of her mother. She squeaked as Troutstep nudged her further and fell nose first into her mother's fur.

This Grayish-blue kit didn't yet know much about his environment or the world in which he was living in but he definitely knew to stay close to his mother. He would occasionally poke his head around and get a whiff of his surroundings but otherwise this kit clung to his mother like his life depended on it.