Blazesong lay on her side, exhausted. She had fallen ill over the last few days, and what was worse was that her kits would be coming soon. She tried, again and again, to stay strong for them, but it was hard work. The setting sun shone through to her inside the den, and she wondered when her kits would finally come. She just was glad for Aspenstrike, he had been there for her since she had become sick. He was the father of the kits, it was normal that he was worried.
Suddenly, she felt a pain. She knew what this meant. The kits were coming, while she was sick. Would she even be strong enough? Blazesong could hardly get up anyway. She was so tired, sleep would be amazing. She couldn't, not yet. She forced her eyes open as they began drifting closed. Instinct told her to push, she did. She felt more pain as she did so, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She murmured out for the medicine cat, her mate, anyone to come and help her. She did not have the strength to do this alone.
Aspenstrike had luckily been coming into camp from a patrol as he heard noises from the medicine den. He had been padding right by it. Knowing his mate was in there, he quickly became worried. Was she alright? Sure, it could be another cat, and if it was he'd just visit his mate anyway. He padded inside quietly, eyes flicking to his mate, who clearly was in pain. "Blazesong, w-whats wrong are you in pain? Are the kits coming?" Blazesong's gaze went to her mates, so grateful he had appeared. Her voice was a whisper, "Y-yes." That was all she could get out before she was wracked with pain. Kits had come out, she knew they had. She thought she felt three. Yes... three. "W-what do they look like... what are their names..." She whispered, knowing she was going. She didn't know Starclan would've taken her so soon, but they were.
Aspenstrike watched, unknowing to the grave circumstances of his mate. Only thinking her to be simply weak, not dying. Before he said this, he licked the kits dry, ensuring they would be alright. "There's a black and grey tabby. His name should be Sootkit. I know he'll be the strongest and most caring warrior in all the clans." His gaze flicked to the next kit, a female. "There's a calico, Sunkit... She will have the strongest temper, but the kindest heart. If you don't mind, I'm going to name her after my mother..." His green eyes then went to the last kit. "This last one... Shes a mottled tabby. She's ginger and brown, like both of us combined... Her fur is so sleek. I think her name should be Sleekkit. She'll have the cleverest mind. I'm sure of it." He padded back in front of his mate, crouching down. Her eyes were dark, and chest unmoving. She had died knowing what her kits were named. "B-blazesong... no! Starclan can't take you, not yet! Not yet..." He crouched next to his mate, tears falling silently down his face. He loved this cat, and she was taken too soon. Just like his mother. These kits would share the same fate as he. No mother. He quickly looked to the newborn kits as they wriggled around. He swept them close to him with his tail. They were all he had left of her. He'd keep them safe. He promised.
(OOC: Sorry, it's not the best written in my own opinion, but it works just to get everyone born and such.)
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