Talk:Nursery/@comment-5342796-20131117192430

Dawnbird sat in her nest, panting heavily. She'd been awoken by a sharp pang in her belly, and every time the pain subsided, a new contraction rippled through her form.

"M-Mosswing? I think the... kits are coming," she gasped as a new bolt lanced through her.

Springing to her feet, Mosswing said, "I'll go get Brookwhisper! Stay there!" The chestnut queen whipped out of the nursery and pounded into the medicine cat's den, returning a few minutes later with the medicine cat in tow.

"Lie down," Brookwhisper instructed gently.