[Hellion]

Lionsong

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A prickle of anxiety added to the golden she-cat as her pelt brushed against Moonshimmer's. The two queens were out just as the moon started to rise to stretch their legs. Lionsong's mother, who was now a aging elder, had mentioned that walking hurried the kits along. It was Moonshimmer's idea to walk in the evening light it was the blue tinted she-cat's way of being closer to her now dead mate. Lionsong didn't have the heart to tell her that it probably wasn't safe for the two expecting queens to be out alone in the dark, but it was the least she could do for Stormchaser's mate.

"How are you feeling?" Lionsong attempted to make conversation as they took the path to the Wildflower clearing. Moonshimmer's green eyes shot upward and gave a sad and broken look. Lionsong took the hint and forced her attention away from talking and into walking.

Silence continued between them for a little while longer. The wildflower clearing provided the two she-cats a comfortable place to sit down. Moonshimmer had laid down first and gently licked her chest fur but she seemed distracted in the action. Lionsong sat down, her hind paws at a slight angle to compensate for her round belly. The golden queen was further along than her companion but she still enjoyed the physical activity.

Lionsong hadn't realized but in the peace of the clearing she had zone out thinking of her own kits tumbling within her belly. The sharp cry of cat had her forced back into focus."Lionsong! Get help! My kits are coming!" Moonshimmer shouted toward her. Frantic Lionsong got up to her paws and stared at the now panting blue-grey she-cat a visible wince covering face. Without the time to talk she turned quickly on attempted to run back to camp, but her large belly made it difficult resulting in an awkward trot.

Setting off the alarm with frantic yowling to alert anyone near camp she hadn't realized that the panting in her breathing wasn't coming from her pacing but instead her own kits! The stress of leaving her clanmate in the clearing unable to fend for herself and in danger with kits coming had forced Lionsong into labor.

Stumbling down to lay right at the entrance to camp the golden she-cat yowled out of fear and pain. What was going to happen to Moonshimmer?!

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And you will never know,
just how beautiful you are to me,
but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.

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Tag::@ghostlight Fawn @littleflower
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Sandstrike

Sandstrike had never been much of a night owl, but these last few moons had seen a lot of changes in the loyal TreeClan tom. After learning he was to become a father, he'd been met by an overwhelming sense of responsibility, not only to his beloved mate, but to his entire clan. He'd signed up for extra patrols and gone hunting almost every single morning, but it was on this occasion as he padded back towards camp that he was returning from an evening stroll turned hunt. The plump mouse swinging from his jaws was his trophy from the night and he held his head high as he moved, drinking in the cool evening air.
He had almost reached camp when something stopped him right in his tracks. Initially he thought he was imagining things, but then he heard it again; a pain stricken yowl. But what left him frozen in his track was recognition. He knew that voice.

Forgetting his mouse, he bolted forwards, weaving in and out of the trees. I'm coming, Lionsong! His heart was threatening to explode out of his chest, his breathing hurried and ragged as he raced through the trees. He had never been much of a runner, but he found himself with this source of new-found speed and he was moving faster than he'd ever been his life. He dreaded to think what could be causing such a yowl; a fox, a badger or even the kits?
It was all of a sudden that a golden tabby shape became visible through the leaves. His heart faltered, but he fought his nerves and continued to race forwards. He only drew to a halt a few tail-lengths away from his mate, his piercing blue eyes rounded with fear.
"Lionsong!" He choked on the words, his flanks heaving as he tried to recover his breath. His eyes jerked over her form, his eyes widening even further. Oh, dear StarClan, is she kitting?!

He could scarcely acknowledge what was happening, staring at her in a numb state. "Lionsong, Lionsong, it's okay, I'll... I'll do something." His voice had lost its usual calm composure, instead it shook and quaked with every word. It had also become unnaturally high and squeaky, startling even himself. "I'll... I'll.."
He was panicking, he could scarcely think straight, his thoughts were so scattered. Medicine cat. She needs a medicine cat. "I'll get Littletimber."
How on earth had he become such a hopeless wreck within the space of just a few minutes? The very sight of Lionsong in pain drove a thorn through his heart, her yowls sending shudders through. StarClan, please take care of her, he prayed silently.

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Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again

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The odd little tom had already been preparing his storage of herbs for the queens in the nursery, as well as keeping an eye on Gentlebreeze's younger sister. The she-cat had been awfully depressed since the passing of the tom who had yet to become her mate, leaving her and her unborn kits alone. The sandy brown cat was well aware that stress on a queen could cause complications and problems during pregnancy. He didn't plan on having either the mother or the kits die during birth.

Gentlebreeze was an example that anything could go wrong if it could.


While Lionsong was the closest to giving birth, Littletimber had been letting his apprentice, Honeypaw, take care of her and her needs so that the teal eyed tom could keep an eerie eye on the depressed silver-blue queen who was barely eating, despite Gentlebreeze attempting to force prey down her throat. Honeypaw was probably equipped to handle emotional affairs better than he was, seeing as how he was completely detached from any feelings or personality traits, but he insisted on paying close attention to Moonshimmer.

He was prepared for Lionsong's kits to come anytime now, with the amount of walking she did at night, considering it helped push a she-cat into labor, though he doubted either of the expecting queens knew that. He didn't think that both she-cats would fall into labor at the same time, though it seemed Starclan had different ideas for the rather quiet night.

Ears perked up when the first yowl rang clearly through the camp, and since there were several different kinds of yowls, Littletimber judged it as fear and pain, meaning it was most likely a queen. Flickering his tail, the teal eyed tom nosed through a couple of herbs before glancing at Honeypaw, who was sleeping soundly in her nest. "Honeypaw, now." He simply stated, high pitched voice void of any hurry or rush that a normal cat might of emitted.

Grabbing his selected herbs, the quick footed tom slipped from the Medicine Cat's den and wove around a frantic Sandstrike, who had been darting in the direction of the herb scented den, possibly looking for either him or Honeypaw. Flickering an ear back towards the warrior, the little tom continued to make his way towards the frantic and fearful scent of Lionsong, where he found her at the entrance of the Treeclan camp.

Setting down his herbs, Littletimber sniffed the queen before glancing the way she came from. Blank teal eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he wondered where Moonshimmer would be, and why she hadn't come back with her friend.

The faintest of outlines slivered through the Treeclan trees. At first Littletimber thought it was Whispersong, the old medicine cat from moons upon moons ago trying to show him to Moonshimer, when he caught the paleness of silver-blue and the all to familiar face of Stormchaser. The Starclan warrior was making his way down the path where Lionsong's fear scent came from, supposedly towards Moonshimmer.

Glancing back down at Lionsong, a small, sandy paw was placed on her rippling belly. "Stay calm." Was all he said in that shrill voice of his. Once his apprentice showed up, he'd leave Lionsong to her, he had walked Honeypaw through the trials of helping a queen, and the young she-cat was smart, picking up the practice quickly. Despite Lionsong being in the middle of kitting, he had a nagging feeling that Moonshimmer was dying during her fatally early kitting.

What do you have planned, Starclan? Stormchaser?

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Relax

I'll need some information first

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts?

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h o n e y p a w
medicine cat apprentice, treeclan

Honeypaw was versed enough in the herbs at this point that she understood what Littletimber was getting ready. Lionsong (and Moonshimmer, too) was close to kitting and they needed to be prepared. Her mentor had mentioned that light exercise was good for queens, so she supposed with their walks that something would happen soon. When a fearful yowl and Littletimber's calm, high voice came to her ears, the medicine cat apprentice knew the time was now.

She picked up her own packet of herbs and followed Littletimber out of the den, trotting after him until they came to Lionsong. She watched her mentor calm the queen with a small paw and she set down her herbs, ready to watch and learn from Littletimber again. But that still, small voice she had learned was her gut was repeating Moonshimmer in a steady mantra. "What about Moonshimmer?" she asked quietly, trying not to upset Lionsong by mentioning her friend.

By Littletimber's actions, she realized that Moonshimmer was probably kitting. Which meant that one way or another, she would be left alone with a kitting queen. While the thought made her fearful, she knew that StarClan had chosen her as a medicine cat apprentice and that they would guide her paws. "Go to the other queen. You've trained me well enough for this." It was bold, practically dismissing her mentor like that, but when the lives of two queens and their kits on the line, she needed to be quick.

"Sandstike, come here and keep her company," Honeypaw directed, motioning to the tom with her tail while coming to sit in front of Lionsong and her rippling belly. "Lionsong, you're doing great. Right now you need to focus on your kits and delivering them safely. I'll be here with you and we'll get through this together."

been dreaming of this since a kit
i’m on top of the world

Hellion, @littleflower, @ghostlight :tags
303 :words
kits <3 :notes