(Ember) A Terrible Birth

[dove]

Stormdove was resting outside of the nursery, keeping in shade from the humidity of the last small storm in this drought. Not a breeze drifted, nothng to relieve anyone of the smothering moist air. But Stormdove was not out there, performing warrior duties. She was a queen, ready to give brith for the second time. She smiled slightly when she saw her daughter in the medicine cat den, watching her sort through her herbs. She turned her head slightly to watch Fogbreeze walk out of the camp. 'A patrol, probably.' Her thoughts going out wistfully after them. She turned again to see her other kits- 'Kits, what a silly thing to call them now.' She scolded herself, teasingly- doing their own thing to be useful. Suddenly, she felt a twang in her stomach, and she convulsed. "My kits are coming now!" She cried out, feeling the now all too familiar pain. But something was wrong, she could feel it. Swiftly, she rushed into the nursery, settling into her comtemporary nest. She heaved, feeling heat rush into her blood. She started coughing, and her stomach convulsed once more. "Something's wrong," She muttered to herself. A gut wrenching pain corrupted her train of thoughts. Nothing else mattered though. Everything was going wrong. Her head started to sway as she grew dizzy, and she vomited to the side, feeling double pain in her stomach. "Help!" She managed to cry out.

OOC: Sorry for doing a bit of that rping othercharacters thing, it just happened. Sorry, but I do have an idea. Where Mistshard is ripped to shreds of despair, because she felt like she couldn't save her mother, and Fogbreeze could come too late: she would name the kits, and then dies, and Fogbreeze could come right as she breathed her last breath???