The beginning.A soft breeze stirred the leaves above Greeneye's head. She paid it no mind; such a cool breeze was normal, and she had more important things to think about. She grit her teeth as another spasm of pain shot through her. "W-when will the kit come?" she asked the medicine cat with a trembling voice. "Soon, Greeneye. Don't worry." Hawkheart placed his paw on Greeneye's flank. Greeneye couldn't help but hiss loudly as she felt the first kit slide out onto the moss. She looked down at the tiny mewling kit, and felt a surge of emotion flow through her like a river. The wriggling kit rolled closed to Greeneye and began to suckle.
Greeneye licked the kit on the head. "We will have to be very careful Greeneye. It's leafbare, and the kits need to be protected from the cold," said Hawkheart, examining the tiny kit. Greeneye almost screeched as another jolt of pain shot through her stomach. Hawkheart put his paw against her stomach. "There's two more coming!" he meowed. Slowly, painfully, the other two kits slid out onto the moss. One of them squirmed closer to her stomach, but the other remained still. Hawkheart gently touched the still kit with his nose, and mewed softly, sadness in his voice. "She's dead." Greeneye stared down at the still grey kit and gently nuzzled it. "I'm sorry," said Greeneye. She felt like her heart would break. "It's okay, Greeneye," mewed Hawkheart softly. "It wasn't your fault."