Story Part 3 *Kits!*

Snowstar was lying in the nursery. She knew that the time for the kits to come was soon. Raincloud, her mate, slipped into the nursery.
"How are you doing?" he asked her.
"I'm fine now, but the kits are coming soon, I know it." she responded, looking somewhat anxious.
"That's good." he mewed.
Snowstar settled down for the night, the chirping of crickets, and calls of other night creatures filled her ears as she dozed off.
The next day...
Snowstar awoke to sharp pains. "The kits are coming!" she yowled. "Tawnyflash! Wavepaw! Help me!"
Tawnyflash and Wavepaw rushed into the nursery, with Raincloud pacing anxiously outside the entrance. Snowstar's flanks heaved, and a wet bundle slid onto the nursery floor. She panted for breath.
"Wavepaw, nip the sac open and lick the kit's fur the wrong way." Tawnyflash instructed her apprentice. "This will warm up the kit."
Wavepaw did so flawlessly. As she did, Snowstar felt another bundle slide onto the floor. Tawnyflash took care of that kit. A few minutes passed, with Snowstar heaving for breath the whole time. Then, a third bundle slid onto the floor. Wavepaw opened the sac, and licked warmth into the kit. A fourth followed soon after. "That's it." Tawnyflash announced. "Snowstar, you and Raincloud have four healthy young kits. Two toms, and two she-cats. Congratulations."
At this time, Raincloud pushed his way into the den. "Great job!" he congratulated his mate. He had been very anxious the whole time. "We can pick out names for them soon." he continued, watching the kits begin to suckle. StarClan was right. Snowstar had four kits, just like they said. I wonder if the rest of Snowstar's message will eventually turn out just as they said too. He wondered. It will. StarClan haven't failed us yet.