“It’s okay,” Winterfire mewed reassuringly. “Lay down how you’re most comfortable.” She then addressed Cloverwing. “Quick. I need you to bring me a strong stick.”
She lay down and blinked gratefully at both of them, taking the stick in her jaws. She whimpered and bit down on the stick, taking deep breaths as she felt one coming. Finally, there was a little kit laying in the moss.
“You’re doing great,” Winterfire soothed. “Just one more.”
Mintpetal gasped as another kit lay in the moss, and the pain finally ebbed, leaving her weak and trembling. She lifted her head weakly to look at her kits.
Winterfire gently lifted the kits closer to their mother. “I’ll be right back.” She mewed. She came back with a poppy seed, “Eat this to help you get a good sleep.”
“Thank you.” She pushed the splintered stick away from her and licked up the poppy seeds, licking each of her kits until she fell asleep.
Icekit soon followed his sister.
Brightcloud nodded. "I think I know what it means, but I'll have to discuss it with Goldenstar first."
“No problem.” Winterfire mewed, leaving to let the kits be alone with their mother. Cloverwing followed after the medicine cat, turning away and padding into the warrior’s den, doing her best not to wake Hickoryshade as she slipped into her nest.
He lifted his head sleepily. “What happened? I heard you running around.”
