My Life Story

A light brown tabby she cat sat with her long tail wrapped over her paws, staring out into the forest. Her white chest and belly stood out against the dark night, her yellow eyes glinting like claws. "Ambercloud." A voice called from the camp entrance. The tabby she cat whirled around, fur bristling. She relaxed as she recognized the tortoiseshell tom. His light green eyes were brimming with concern as he padded towards her. When he pressed against her side, calmness swept over her. "What is it?" He whispered in her ear. His tufted ear tips brushed on her cheek and she purred happily. "Nothing. I was just...wondering how our kits would grow up." She replied. "Our kits will be fine. The Clan will protect and feed them always. Don't worry, Ambercloud." He licked her cheek reassuringly. "Everything will work out for the best." He whispered. Ambercloud sighed. "I hope so, Hawkfeather." She said softly. The tortoiseshell tom flicked his tail tip against Ambercloud's flank playfully. "Come on. Let's get back into the camp." He told her. Ambercloud nodded and followed him back towards the camp entrance. As she stepped into the fern tunnel, a sharp pain stabbed at her side. Ambercloud gasped for breath as another sharp pang pressed at her belly. "Hawkfeather!" She called to her mate, desperately clawing at the ground as pain made its way throughout her whole body. She felt a nose press against her muzzle. "Hawkfeather. The kits! They're coming!"