I Just Wanted To Be Loved

A white she-cat yowled to her Clan-mate, a long haired, brown tom.

"Dusttail! Willowfur's kitting!"

The dark haired tom sprang to his paws, it was a beautiful sunny day. But Willowfur kitted to early, his paws shook. His sister was his life, if he lost her, he would die.

"I'm coming!" He grabbed Borage leaves, Burnet, Chamomile, Chervil, Juniper Berries, Rasberry leaves, Ragweed, and Cobwebs. He raced out and into the hidden nursery, where he found Willowfur, a beautiful silver she-cat with lighter tabby stripes, gasping in pain and he knelt down beside her. Willowfur wheezed as he got to work, feeling her stomach and heart rate he gave her some ragweed to chew on and Juniper Berries. He waited for the right time, Willowfur's eyes widened and she yowled.

"Now!' Dusttail willed her on. A very large, dark brown tom with black stripes came out. Dusttail quickly opeaned up the sack and then told Willowfur to lick the tom dry. When Willowfur tried to put the tom by her side, he shook his head and pushed back the tiny cat.

"There's two more coming."

Just as he said that, a little she-kit came out, followed by more schreeching. He inspected the kit while opeaning the sack and giving the agonized she-cat some Burnet and Borage leaves. She was a beautiful she-kit, with a silver pelt and lighter stripes, just like her mother. Dusttail nudged her over to Willowfur. There was some time before the next kit comes.

Think, what would Jayfeather do?

His ancient mentor, a furless silver tom with blind, buldging eyes, would surely know what to do! Then he felt a ancient scent sweep over him, ancient ThunderClan scent. Jayfeather's scent. He turned around sharply and found the very old tom cat right next to him.

"You came!"

Jayfeather seemed to have no patience today, not like he ever did.

"Concentrate! She needs Chamomile and Chervil if you want that she-cat to live!"

Dusttail nodded and fed his sister, who was barely concious, the herbs. The she-cat purred as the herbs did their magic.

"Now! A kit's coming!"

Jayfeather yowled and Dusttail stiffened. So much blood. He watched as a large white tom with brown spots slid out. Dusttail opeaned the sack and pushed the large tom to Willowfur, but she wasn't concious.

"Jayfeather! Help!"

The blind tom looked sadly away

"I can't"

Then he vanished.

Dusttail licked the kit into warmth and comfort and pushed him against his littermates. Then he saw his sister, his poor poor sister, covered in blood. He could save her though. Dusttail pushed some chewed up rasberry leaves into alot of cobwebs and pushed them up against the worst bleeding.

It worked!

It worked, and the kit's are safe.