Post by Dragon on Nov 23, 2019 18:13:33 GMT
Frostfeather lay in the nursery late in the morning. Asterwish was out hunting for freshkill. The long furred dilute queen was grooming her fur and resting when pain flooded her body. She had been expecting pain but this, this seemed.... wrong. An hour passed and nothing happened except that the pain steadily grew worse. She was laying flat on her side exhausted and in constant pain. That was when Asterwish came into camp and heard his mates whimpers. Dropping the squirrel and mouse he had been carrying he darted into the nursery just as the first kit was born. Seeing Frostfeather was to week to tend to their first born kit so he began to lick the kit the wrong way until she began to cry and whimper. He gasped when he realized she looked just like his sister Flower Hidden In The Mist. "Your doing great love," he mewed softly and nuzzled Frostfeather. He could tell something was wrong and darted out of the nursery for the medicine cat but they weren't in camp there was nothing he could do he knew nothing about herbs. All he could do was run to a nearby spring and soak some moss in it's waters.
Upon returning with the soaked moss into the nursery when he returned he saw two new kits. He purred happily and quickly set the ball of moss next to his mate and nudged her. "You did it Frostfeather. We have three beautiful kits." Wait why wasn't she moving? Her stomach wasn't even rising as she breathed. Asterwish began calling to his made and nudging her but nothing worked.... she was gone. Frostfeather had left him with three newborn kits. Turning to the kits he let out a cry. Their first born the one that looked like his sister wasn't with her siblings. Little one where are you?"[/b] He began to search all over and around his mate who was quickly growing cold. He was about to panic when he heard the tinniest whimper coming from under the edge of the nursery. Darting over he found the she-kit and sighed picking her up. "You really shouldn't go and hide away like that." Grabbing the kits one by one he moved them away from Frostfeather than turned and grabbed his mates still body as gently as he could and began to drag it out of the nursery and into camp. It would be one of the last times he would be in the nursery.
Upon returning with the soaked moss into the nursery when he returned he saw two new kits. He purred happily and quickly set the ball of moss next to his mate and nudged her. "You did it Frostfeather. We have three beautiful kits." Wait why wasn't she moving? Her stomach wasn't even rising as she breathed. Asterwish began calling to his made and nudging her but nothing worked.... she was gone. Frostfeather had left him with three newborn kits. Turning to the kits he let out a cry. Their first born the one that looked like his sister wasn't with her siblings. Little one where are you?"[/b] He began to search all over and around his mate who was quickly growing cold. He was about to panic when he heard the tinniest whimper coming from under the edge of the nursery. Darting over he found the she-kit and sighed picking her up. "You really shouldn't go and hide away like that." Grabbing the kits one by one he moved them away from Frostfeather than turned and grabbed his mates still body as gently as he could and began to drag it out of the nursery and into camp. It would be one of the last times he would be in the nursery.
