CHAPTER 6
“Stop!” Rockstar commanded after traveling until sunset. The clan looked at him.
“We should rest for tonight,” he mewed. Obviously the clan was relieved, and they looked for places to sleep among the cold stone. Songbreeze padded towards him. His eyes were light with alarm but wariness.
“Cherrytail is becoming weak,” he meowed. “Her kits are coming soon. And she is going to have a large litter, I believe.” Rockstar bristled in fear. “Where is she?” he demanded.
“Over here.” Songbreeze led his leader over to an overhang under a rock. There Moonpaw and Cherrytail lay side by side. “I’m trying to keep her as warm as possible,” she mewed. “Good. Keep doing that,” Songbreeze told her. Turning to Rockstar, he added, “She’s natural at healing,” he meowed proudly. Rockstar nodded, and pushed his way to his mate. Her eyes were two amber slits, shining in the moonlight.
“Rockstar,” she whispered. “The kits… they’re coming!” Rockstar jumped up, trembling. “Songbreeze, Moonpaw! Do everything you can to help her. I’m looking for help.” The cats gave him a confused look, and then rushed off to help Cherrytail.
Rockstar bolted blindly up the rocks. He couldn’t understand it, but he felt as if something that could save his beloved mate was farther up. Clawing his way up onto a steep rock, he managed to haul himself over onto it. He panted, then stopped. He could smell cats!
He looked up to see mud covered cats standing over him. “You must help!” he pleaded. “My mate is having kits, and…and-” they cut him off. “Where is she?” one mewed in a deep, strange voice. “Down there!” Rockstar pointed with his tail to the jutting rock below them.
As if sprouting wings, the cats jumped from rock to rock until they were on the big rock. Hisses exploded from his clan.
“It’s all right!” Rockstar called. “They are here to help.” The cats sheathed their claws reluctantly. Rockstar tumbled and jumped until he was in front of the rock. “Here!” Rockstar pointed with his tail to where his mate lay, gasping in pain.
The cats padded over to her and sat beside Songbreeze. One sniffed Cherrytail’s flank. “She will be fine,” the cat mewed. “She is strong, but the kits won’t survive once their born unless we find shelter.”
“Do you know a place?” Rockstar begged. “Yes. Can she move?” Songbreeze looked up. “I think so. Just be careful.” The cat nodded. “then we fill take her to the Cave of Rushing Water.”
Rockstar and Songbreeze gently supported Cherrytail. “You’ll be safe soon,” Rockstar promised.
CHAPTER 7
The cats, after a surprisingly short trek through the rocks, came to a huge waterfall. The cats signaled with their tails for them to go behind it. Heart pounding, they padded behind it. Rockstar gasped in surprise. Inside was a cave filled with cats!
“Come,” the black she-cat mewed, leading them to a feather lined nest. Cherrytail managed to nod gratefully, and flopped into the nest. She gasped.
“The first kit is coming!” Songbreeze squeaked. He got up beside Cherrytail and rested his paws on her chest. “When I say now, push,” he mewed. She gasped again. “Now!” A wave passed over her stomach, and soon a kit was on the nest. Rockstar licked its fur the wrong way to warm it up.
“Now!” Another spasm entered his mate’s body, and another kit fell out next to the other. The black she-cat licked that one. Rockstar paused to look at the kit- his kit. It looked like a tiny copy of him. Rockstar felt a purr start to rise in his throat. The other kit had golden fur with brown tabby stripes.
“Now!” Another kit flopped beside them. Rockstar looked around for another cat to help. A brown tom came up and starting licking. Before he could thank the cats, another spasm entered his mate’s body. Rockstar could hardly bear to see his mate in so much pain. Soon three more kits were beside the others.
Cherrytail panted. “One more,” Songbreeze mewed. “Now!” Another kit came out. Rockstar licked it tenderly to warm it up. Songbreeze stepped back.
“You did great, Cherrytail,” he praised. “You have seven healthy kits.” Her eyes widened with shock and happiness. The kits scrambled to her belly, and she let out a purr.
“Thank you,” Rockstar mewed, turning to the muddy cats. One silver gray tom padded forward and dipped his head. “I am Teller Of Pointed Stones,” he rasped. “You and your mate are welcome to stay for the time being.”
“Thank you,” Rockstar mewed, humbled. “But I have my clan to tend to.”
“Clan?” he mewed, sounding shocked. “We have met clans before,”
“You have?” Rockstar gasped. Could these cats have met the other clans?
“Yes,” The cat meowed. “but I’ll tell you about that later. Your clan is welcome to stay here too.” Shocked, Rockstar just nodded. He turned to Cherrytail. She looked tired, but bursting with happiness.
“I’m a mother,” she breathed. “Oh Rockstar, I’m so happy! What should we name them?” Rockstar’s eyes fell on a dark gray she-kit with light gray spots.
“How about Rainkit for this one?” he purred. Cherrytail nodded. “And this one,” she rested her tail on a she-kit with tortoiseshell fur. “can be named Brookkit.”
“The she-kit with golden fur and brown stripes can be named Wildkit,” Rockstar suggested. “And this gray tom with white blotches can be Smokekit.”
Cherrytail purred. “The black tom should be named Wavekit and the tabby she-kit with the white paws can be Bramblekit.”
They looked at the tiniest kit. She was small, but beautiful. She had black fur except for a silver stripe running down her back. “This one should be called Shinekit,” Rockstar mewed.
“Rainkit, Brookkit, Wildkit, Smokekit, Wavekit, Bramblekit, and Shinekit,” Cherrytail purred. “Welcome to SkyClan.” Rockstar felt a warm grow of love for his beautiful children. They would make great warriors for his clan.
Cherrytail looked up at him, her eyes blissful. “You should bring the clan here,” she meowed. “They are probably worrying.”
“Right,” Rockstar purred. “I’ll be right back.”
Looking back at his mate and kits, Rockstar bolted down towards his clan as if his paws were carried by the wind. Happiness filling his heart, Rockstar lept from rock to rock until he was with his clanmates again. To his surprise, their eyes were darkened with horror. Then he saw his apprentice, Nightpaw, soon to be a warrior, run up to him. The cat's black fur bristeled with terror.
"Come quick, Rockstar," Nightpaw gasped. "Tinywhisker is hurt!"
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