[Moonraven]

Oh! Stars that hurt. Her body twisted in an uncomfortable position as she remained sprawled out in the grass. She had tuckered down in some overgrown heather, but this was not an ideal place to have kits. She hadn't even realized that she was pregnant until around seven sunrises ago when she noticed something was actually moving inside her. She probably should have told someone, but she was still wrapping her head around the fact that she had little living beings inside her. This was never supposed to happen, ever, so how had it happened and when... Twilightstar couldn't remember, trying to go back that far resulted in her scars throbbing and unwanted trepidation so she stopped trying to figure it out.

She's been doing so good keeping her head wrapped around everything else that didn't have to do with her. Her clanmates made it easy to forget when she had all of their worries to deal with. So she forgot, all the way till she went on her usual patrols, but the brats clearly didn't enjoy being ignored and decided that here and now of all times was the greatest place to be born. Twilightstar snarled to herself. Her water broke and then the contractions hit her hard, this felt like obtaining all nine of her lives again, but actually, worse so much worse.

One, she counted, with each new arrival. He was big, solid gray-blue, but didn't say much. Two, she was petite compared to her brother, a long coat of lilac fur and quiet like the first. Three, bigger than Two but a little smaller than One, she was jet black and reminded Twilightstar greatly of her mother, she was a loud crybaby. Four, another male, about the same size as Three, a solid dark brown coat, and howler just like his sister. Finally, the last one came, a bright ginger tom, frail, and tiny. His mewls were broken sometimes he opened his mouth and made a sound, other times nothing came. Five concerned her, she quickly cleans him and stuck him in between the biggest gray tom and black she-cat. How much time has passed? It felt like an eternity.

There was so much blood, she didn't think she was supposed to be losing that much. Everything ached and she was tired, she needed to get up and get the little ones back to camp. She was far too exposed and the two refused to shush, no matter how much she licked them. Twilightstar felt like she must be doing something wrong, were they cold or too warm? Why weren't they suckling. She knew they were born deaf and blind, but in her agitation and stress was unable to recall what Midnightstalker had said about suckling, did they start directly after birth or not. Everything hurts.

She stretches what limbs she moves, her tail felt like a weight itself as she did her best to curl it around the five kittens. What was that?! Her ears shot up but she was unable to lift her head from where they rested on her paws. Something was wrong so so wrong, she needed to get up but she no energy.

MOVE! She spat and hissed within her head as fear and panic slowly trickled into her mind. Twilightstar could usually fight through all her emotions and move her body into action through will alone. She'd done it repeatedly through all the bad, her mental fortitude knew no bounds, but her body could only within so much, she was not without her physical limits. As more and more blood drained from her, she felt herself slipping between the veil of life and death.

Those are wings! She could hear them, barely, getting closer and closer. Her eyelid fluttered once, twice, before falling shut. Her chest rose once more before it finally stops as her heart pumped its last beat as her life left her.
@Undertaker