Daisypetal's claws dug deep into the soft dirt as she wailed in pain with more contractions gripping her.
Wolfstar couldn't stand to see his mate like this- not in pain or agony.
"Put this by her mouth." Berrypetal ordered Wolfstar, giving him a piece of wet moss. He did as the medicine cat said, but Daisypetal was still in pain.
"Can't you give her something for the pain?" Wolfstar asked harshly.
"No!" Berrypetal hissed. "She needs to feel the pain!"
Why? He asked himself, but ignored the thought. Berrypetal was a medicine cat, she knew what she was doing, even if she was old and cranky.
Daisypetal grunted in pain as long ripples passed through her belly. She yowled loudly up sheathing her claws into Wolfstar's. It didn't hurt that bad, Wolfstar knew that his mate was in much more pain than he was.
"Come on," Berrypetal murmured, pressing her paws against Daisypetal's rippling belly. "Push!"
Daisypetal hissed as the stick in her mouth snapped and crumbled into tiny splinters.
Get a move on kits, your mother's getting tired! Wolfstar urged silently.
"One more push should do it!" Berrypetal persisted.
Daisypetal yowled once more as a small kit slithered onto the moss.
"Take this." Berrypetal ordered, picking the kit up by the scruff and giving it to Wolfstar. "Lick it."
Wolfstar began licking the kit- a tom kit. His pelt was black- like Smallshadow.
"That's it." Berrypetal meowed. "Only one."
Wolfstar placed the kit by Daisypetal. The cream colored she-cat purred as the kit slowly began to suckle by her belly.
"What should we name him?" Wolfstar asked.
Berrypetal yawned, stepping out of the medicine den to give Wolfstar and his mate some privacy.
"You name him." Daisypetal suggested. "I'm too tired."
"Alright." Wolfstar said with a sigh, then looked very seriously at the small black kit.
"Smallkit." He meowed, only thinking of his brother.
"That's a wonderful name."
Wolfstar was happy to see that Smallpaw had made friends with some of the other apprentices. From what he looked like, no one would think that he would have made any friends.
The small black tom padded closer to his father across the clearing of the camp, the golden sunshine reflecting off of his dark pelt.
"Hi, Wolfstar!" He meowed excitedly, dropping a raven by his paws. "Look what I caught! I was thinking we could share it together."
Wolfstar purred and gladly took a bite out of the raven, and laughed as Smallpaw had multiple feathers sticking out of his mouth.
He spat them out in frustration and embarrassment, but then looked at his father again, clearly trying to impress him.
"I'm proud of you." Wolfstar meowed to his son, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws. He never knew what is was like to have a father that was proud of him. Emberclaw never was- but that didn't matter. Wolfstar was proud of his son. I just hope he doesn't turn out like me.
"Thanks!" Smallpaw mewed excitedly. Then he did something that made Wolfstar's heart stop. He licked his paw and ran it through his whiskers.
He would have purred, but he had no voice.
"What's wrong?" Smallpaw asked.
"Nothing- nothing, it's just that Smallshadow used to do that."
Smallraven's blue eyes brightened with warmth as Wolfstar was almost chokinh up.
"Its okay, dad." Smallpaw meowed. "Smallshadow loves you. I love you, too."
Wolfstar purred and looked up at the sky. It was almost dark.
"Okay, go get some sleep." He meowed.
Wolfstar was thankful in one way that Smallpaw was not like his brother: he was not made fun of. Wolfstar made sure of that.
"Hello, Wolfstar." A gruff voice meowed.
Wolfstar spun around with fury and saw Vinestar. He leaped at him and pinned him against the ground.
"Is this what you wanted?" He yowled. "A change of fate?"
Vinestar quickly pushed him off with ease.
"You've done the right thing, Wolfstar. The Clans are fixed, StarClan is fixed-"
"Yeah, about that, I'm coming for your StarClan buddies and I'm going to kill them all." Wolfstar growled.
Vinestar sighed heavily and gazed his deep blue eyes into Wolfstar's dark green ones.
"For what it's worth, I would do anything for this not to be done. But it has. And you can't change that." He meowed.
"Yeah, but he didn't have to die!" Wolfstar hissed.
Then Vinestar said something very wise, and it made sense, as if it would solve all of the problems in the Clans.
"Tell me, Wolfstar. What would you rather have? Peace, or freedom?"