My kits are coming!

Half Moon circled uneasily in a nest, her belly twitching and moving. She lay down uneasily, trying to sleep. Soon, she stand up again, her eyes snapping open. She murmurs a name, too soft for anyone to hear.

Jayfeather enters and finds Half Moon pacing and generally looking uncomfortable. "Half Moon, are you alright?" Jayfeather asks.

"The kits!" Half Moon hisses, "they're coming! Fetch the medicine cat!" She slumps back down into the nest, her sides trembling in effort.

Jayfeather nods, his pelt bristling in the fear-scent and the pain that engulfs Half Moon. "I will," He meows, quickly licking Half Moon on the head. "You're going to be fine,"

Jayfeather returns and pads to Half Moon's side. "How are you feeling?" He meows while licking Half Moon on the head. "Are you hurt? May I touch your belly?"

Half Moon nodded her head. "What are you going to do?" She meowed, anxiously.

"I'm going to see how many kits you have." Jayfeather meows as he gently presses his forepaws on Half Moon's belly. He could feel the kits squirming inside - ready to be born. He counted... one... two... definately three, if not four. "There are four kits." He meowed excitedly.

"Where is the medicine cat?" Half Moon yowled as another wave of pain washed through her. She saw her stomach rippling from the strength it took to have kits.

"The medicine cat is coming, just hold on..." Jayfeather meowed, his voice full of tension.

"Just do something now! They're coming!" Hlf Moon hissed, pain gripping her body like claws. "You were a medicine cat at one time, weren't you?"

Jayfeather nodded. "Alright, I''ll help. Just don't panick, you're going to be fine." He meowed, drawing his tail over Half Moon's flank.

Half Moon let out a loud yowl as one kit was born. She circled in her nest, her body trembling. She settled back down, her heart thumping in her chest. "Is it a tom or a she-cat?" She whimpered.

Jayfeather licked the little kit clean, his blind eyes staring at the creature. "It's a tom," He meowed.

Half Moon let out a long purr, despite her weary state. She drew her eldest son closer to the curve of her belly. His fur was grey with a little white belly and four white paws. "He's beautiful..." She murmured.

Half Moon let out a sudden hiss as another wave of contractions wove through her body. Her limbs grew limp as another kit was born. She drew this kit closer and began to groom it herself. "This one is a she-cat." she whispered. The kit had brown fur with black stripes. Her underbelly was white and her paws were white. Half Moony drew the kit closer to her belly with her tail. "My sweet kits," She murured.

Two more kits were born in the shelter of the nursery. Half Moon let out a long purr when they were born. She drew the two kits closer to thier siblings. "Another tom and another she-cat," She whispered. The tom was completely black except for his four white paws. The she-cat was a little grey tabby - an exact replica of Jayfeather.

Jayfeather let out a long purr, echoing Half Moon's joy. "They're beautiful," He whispered, grooming each kit breifly before turning to Half Moon again. "Do you have any ideas for names?" He asked.

Half Moon nodded. "I have a few ideas, why don't you help me?" Half Moon glanced at the two toms, closer to her. "I was thinking about Crowkit for the black one," She whispered. She glanced up at Jayfeather to see his reaction.

Jayfeather's eyes clouded for a moment. He nodded and gestured to the brown tabby she-cat. "What about Leafkit for this one?"

Half Moon nodded eagerly. (Is that how it's spelled?, anyways...) She brushed her tail over the gray tom. "What about Stormkit for this one?" She gestured to the minature female Jayfeather. "And this one will be Featherkit," She looked up at Jayfeather, her eyes large and round and full of tenderness. "I can't belive they're my kit," she mururmed after a moment.

Jayfeather purred at the names. "I like them,"
His eyes shadowed over breifly, before they shone like stars. "I can't believe that they're our kits," he murmured rubbing his muzzle against Half Moon's. "Now, get some sleep, you must be exhausted."

Half Moon nodded and curled up tighter around her kits. "Thank you for your help, Jayfeather," she wispered, gazing at her mate.

She gave Jayfeather a lick on the head. "Good night,"she murmured before drifting off into sleep.

"Good night,"

Featherkit stirred in her sleep, her ears flicking as she had a pleasant dream.
Leafkit woke up, her eyes still sealed shut. She turned her face to lowards her mother and lets out a little squeak.
Stormkit kneads his mother's belly, purrig.
Crowkit's eyes have started to open - he looks at his father and meows something.