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| - Honeytail stepped out of the nursery, her belly swollen from unborn kits. Her mate, Stickwhisker padded forwards and licker her cheek. "Our kits will be amazing." Honeytail laughed. "I just hope they come soon. I'm starting to wonder if they'll ever show up!" She mewed. Stickwhisker purred. "I promise they'll be great." Honeytail brushed her golden head upon Stickwhisker. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon." Stickwhisker looked concerned. "Sure you'll be alright?" Honeytail nodded. "Yes. Just to Sunning Rocks." She purred, and padded away. Honeytail lay down by the river, her belly bulging. "Oh, I hope they'll be alright." She mewed softly to herself. Suddenly, her belly rippled and waves of pain shot out. Without a medicine cat, Honeytail knew she had no hope. She yowled with all her might, hoping some cat would hear her. Luckily Mouseclaw was nearby, with just enough herbs to help. "Lie down. Bite the stick when you feel pain." He mewed, then procded to push on her belly. Stickwhisker paced back in forth, muttering things. Flounderpaw, Mouseclaw's apprentice, swatted the borwn tom. "She's not the only cat to ever give birth!" Honeytail finally stopped yowling, her body weak. Lying beside her were two kits. Mouseclaw nodded. "There we are. Two lovely she-cats." He mewed. Honeytail and Stickwhsiker peered over them. Stickwhisker mewed, "I'd like to call the black one Sweetkit.It suits her." Honeytail nodded. "I like it. It sounds beautiful. Can we call the tortoiseshell Maplekit?" "Of course." Purred Stickwhisker. Above them, StarClan looked down at Sweetkit and Maplekit, not knowing what would happen then, or if anything would ever be the same.
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