Meadowsong drifted out of the medicine den. She felt dizzy, slightly sick. Maybe she just needed to rest for a while. She stretched out on the sunning rock that was in the corner of camp. All the cats pointedly turned their backs on her and gravitated towards the other end of camp. Meadowsong sighed, and started grooming herself. She noticed that her belly seemed a bit swollen. She decided she had better get checked out by the medicine cat soon.
Then it suddenly hit her that she must be expecting kits.
Oh Starclan! She thought. Kits?! Blackpine's kits?!
She felt excited, then scared, then felt a little of both.
Kits. Her and Blackpine's kits.
She lay back down gently, being extra careful now.
She had to see Blackpine, as soon as possible.
Then it suddenly hit her that she must be expecting kits.
Oh Starclan! She thought. Kits?! Blackpine's kits?!
She felt excited, then scared, then felt a little of both.
Kits. Her and Blackpine's kits.
She lay back down gently, being extra careful now.
She had to see Blackpine, as soon as possible.