Talk:Nursery/@comment-25178347-20130902075321/@comment-4312567-20130902080604

(I have no idea how cats birthing works, so... eh, let's improvise!)

Sandfeather hurried forward, and one glance told him everything. He dragged an empty nest to Coldpelt, and arranged it around the queen's paws.

"Coldpelt, sit down, lay down," he commanded, "You're kitting! Oh, come on, don't tell me you weren't expecting this, you've been expecting for weeks."