A litter without a Medicine Cat???

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Paintedpool was walking by the nursery, thinking of when she would be in there, but not alone. After a moment of thought a pang of pain hit her guts. She cryed in pain. Her kits were coming and there was no medicine cat! What would she do?

Falling on the groud she closed her eyes in pain. She would have to do this on her own. All she could think about was what might happen to her without a medicine cat, and more inportanly, what would happen to her kits. "Oh, StarClan, help me!" she cryed. How would she be able to stand the pain of brith without help? As if StarClan had anwser her prare her pain was little. She closed her eyes and saw a light in the distanse. As if she had to push herself to the light she push, and then she came out of her dream. A kit! It was a tom. Licking it fast she smiled at her bravery, and at the kit. Then she tryed to see the light again, or push like she did before. A pang hit her again. Another kit! This time, a she-cat. She licked it fast like she did the other one, smileing.

[>*< Frozenstep >*<]

Running to the sound of Paintedpool's call, Frozenstep was worryed. "Paintedpool!" he said to himself. He knew that she couldn't do it alone, or could she? By the time he was there, he saw that she had done it without help, but he could also tell that the job wasn't over. "Oh, Paintedpool..."

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Looking up at her mate, she smiled. "Our kits..." she said, but only right before pain hit again. Trying hard she pushed, and to her luck she had her kit. It was a she-kit again. But Paintedpool knew it wasn't over.

[Moonshadow | Whitestar]

Whitestar suddenly bounded over, clearly having heard Paintedpool's cries. His eyes slowly widened as he surveyed the scene before him, his gaze traveling over Paintedpool, lying on the ground in the midst of giving birth, Frozenstep, quite obviously worried, and then finally stopping on the three damp bundles of fur lying by Paintedpool. It was quite lucky that Whitestar had had the former medicine cat - a good friend of his - teach him a few critical things known to medicine cats; for some inexplicable reason he had had a feeling that at some point the Clan would be without a medicine cat, and knowing these things would be useful. Obviously he was correct in thinking so.
He took a couple of pawsteps forward, carefully examining each of the kits in turn. To his great relief, each of the kits seemed fine. Then he turned his attention to Paintedpool, who clearly wasn't finished with the birth. "You're doing fine, Paintedpool," he meowed. "I think you're almost finished. Those are some beautiful kits you have."

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((I will make it a still-born. *Crys*WHAAA!))




Paintpool pushed, once more, after licking the other kit. She had felt releif again, she knew that feeling by now. She looked down at the lump of wet fur but did not bother to lick it. She knew it was never to know, play, or even been with its bother and sisters. Closing her eyes, she lost her smile. "I'm sorry, Frozenstep." Looking back at the lump of non-living kit, she silently wept.

[Moonshadow | Whitestar]

Whitestar bowed his head in silent, leader-like grief for the still-born kit. "May StarClan recieve this kit who did not live long enough to reside among the Clan. May he or she know happiness there..."
After a moment of silence he raised his head again with a determined look about him. There was plenty of time to grieve for the poor kit, but right now there were more important things at hand: Paintedpool and her kits, of course. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not there were any more.

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Panting, Paintedpool looked at her leader. "It-" she could not bear the words she was about to say. "It is my falt." Paintedpool sighed. "I..." Paintedpool could not bring herself to say what she needed to say.

[Moonshadow | Whitestar]

Whitestar shook his head firmly. "It most certainly is not your fault, Paintedpool. It is the fault of no cat. Perhaps StarClan needs your kit with them for reasons we cannot understand..."

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Paintedpool nodded, then, curleing her tail around the three alive kits, she fell into a deep sleep.

[Moonshadow | Whitestar]

Whitestar watched in silence for a moment before turning to Frozenstep. "Well!" he meowed quietly to him. "I think both Paintedpool and your kits will be fine. I'll have to announce this to the Clan...once you both come up with names, of course."

One of the tom-kits twitched an ear. He began crawling with tightly shut eyes, blindly making his way closer to his mother's side.

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****OK, THIS WILL BE TALEN TO THE MEETING****








(((The kits can slowly walk now)))