Shellwhisker yowled in pain, sweat dripping down her mottled fur into the soft, damp moss beneath her.
"Timberfoot, is it- going okay?" She panted, lifting her head up weakly to hold her medicine cat's desperate gaze.
Timberfoot looked at Shellwhisker bewildered and pushed his head into her heaving chest. "It's going fine love." He murmured. "You have three beautiful kits on their way. You can start pushing now."
Shellwhisker tipped her head back and mewled in pain as three wet bundles slid out before the sobbing heavens.
Starclan had no idea of the evil prophecy that swirled within these cats
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shattered mists
Fanfictionthe dark forest never truly died. its sultry mists and creeping spirits infest every crevasse of the spiritual world, this is the story of the souls sent to materialize it
