Tigerlily of RiverClan Chapter 11

"StarClan, this hurts!" Tigerlily growled through gritted teeth. Her stomach heaved with pain.

"Mama, is Tigerlily gonna die?" Swankit whimpered to her mother. Sandfall had given birth a moon before. Swankit, Dewkit, and Swoopkit. Swoopkit was a tom, while Swankit, and Dewkit were she-kits.

"She's not going to die. Remember what Sandfall told us? She said that that is what happened when she gave birth to us," Swoopkit responded.

"How about you go out and play?" Sandfall asked, casting an apologetic glance at Poppyfeather and Tigerlily.

"Here we go," Poppyfeather murmured. "The first kit." A kit with the same off-white pelt as her father slid onto the moss. "A she-kit," and she expertly delivered her to Tigerlily's belly. Another spasm of pain. And another kit. "A tom."

Two perfect kits. Born in RiverClan to Tigerlily and Iceclaw. "Driftkit," she said, tapping the head of the tom. "And Frostkit."