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"Y-yknow your s-supposed to be comforting," Coldfire muttered through gritted teeth, using the last bit of energy to send some snark Crowpaws way. She was crouched down now, uncomfortable with sitting and waiting, but not wanting to be left alone either. Her breath was coming out in short, rapid breaths, only stopping breathing when she was hit by a wave of pain, but the breathing a product more of panic than anything. She might not be ready for kits quite yet, but she wanted them to be okay. Why hadn't they come yet? She had been having cramps since her talk with Amberwing, and that was a while ago. 'What if they don't come till tonight? Great Starclan, I won't make it,' she thought.

"H-how long?" She muttered through gritted teeth. She looked up at the apprentice with what she hoped was a look of annoyance. She didn't get why those two had to stay with her the entire time, and those herbs didn't feel like they where working. If anything she was feeling more and more tired as this whole thing progressed, and she couldn't help but wonder if Crowpaw had given her the right herbs. She was still panicked, but her breaths where slowing down to gasps, the only indication was how tightly her claws where connected to the moss.

Coldfire shied away from Crowpaws touch, expecting the paw to bring more pain. She winced as he touched her, her entire body tensing up, the she cat uncomfortable with most forms of touch, unless it was her brother or... or her mate. She stifled any sound when the cramping came again, listening to Crowpaws input. She finally laid down, now crouching being too much for her.
"I-I don't think I can make it that long," she muttered, sounding rather scared and tired. Suddenly another wave of pain hit her, and she cried out this time, the contraction taking her by surprise. She shuddered, before adding "im joking, Crowpaw."

(I can't find the joining page, rip )
Coldfire steadied herself, listening to the young apprentice. She didn't have much choice but to believe him at this point, so she just repeated 'it'll be alright' in her head. She studied the moss, this time nausea taking her by surprise, not another contraction.
"Hey, Crowpaw? Do you have anything for a stomach ache?" She asked, now quiet and more calm. The thin queen shifted in her nest in discomfort.

Her face screwed up momentarily, "Nausea, definitely." She responded, curling her tail over her legs as she spoke.

"Fair enough," Coldfire muttered, watching as Crowpaw was thinking. It must be nice, having the knowledge to help his clanmates. When she was younger she used to entertain the idea of becoming a medicine cat herself, but she quickly learned she didn't have the patience or tact for it, that she was more useful hunting and fighting for the clan instead of healing.

"We couldn't find any moss, Crowpaw," Sweetpaw responded. They hadn't left quite yet, but from what Fieldgrass was saying there wasn't much left to begin with.

Sweetpaw shrinked away from Crowpaw, hurt flickering in her eyes momentarily before being replaced with a look akin to reproach, but when he apologized her expression softened. "What can i use?" She asked, ears pricking as a cry of pain came from the nursery.

(Nevermind... my mom had a quick change of heart. Apparently I'm only grounded for two hours or something like that.)

(I'll put my appearance last so I can sort of fill in the traits the others didn't use. I also want to be on my computer for that so I can reference the descriptions if the kit's kin. As far as gender goes, male, name is whatever Coldfire decides)

Crowpaw shrugged, thinking. "Uh, big leaf if you can find one? Hollow stick? Hollow rock?" He winced as he heard the cry- that must mean they were getting close. Coldfire wouldn't shout out unless it was entirely involuntary. "Also, a solid stick for her to bite down on, if you can find one. Sorry I can't be more help, but please do what ypu can." He took a deep breath, calming his nerves. In the time he had been training as a medicine cat, Crowpaw had witnessed a decent number of kittings, but this would be the first that he played an active role in. He managed to remain calm, but as the kits' birth neared, he started to become nervous. He didn't want to make any mistakes. Still, he tried not to take it out on Sweetpaw- like him, she and the others would do what they could.

Coldfire shuddered, wishing Crowpaw would be back, because Leafblaze was being of no help whatsoever. Honestly it felt as if Crowpaw was the mentor, not the other way around. Whenever she turned to Leafblaze the panic returned, as she was much easier to read than her apprentice. The Queen laid her head down, exhausted, feeling as if she didn't have the energy to do anything.
"Where'd Crowpaw go?" She asked quietly.

"Got it!" Sweetpaw responded, dashing off to see what she could find, wanting to help Crowpaw and the queen as much as she could. The calico spotted a large leaf nearby and grabbed it carefully,and after a few moments of searching found a stick as well. She made her way back to the apprentice and dropped them at his feet. "There ya go!"
She mewed, flinching as another cry came from Coldfire, this one weaker than the last.

Coldfire stiffened when Crowpaw dropped the stick. She frowned at it momentarily, head resting on her pause. She listened to the white time, flicking her ears to show that she heard him, stretching out a shaking dark paw to touch the cold, wet wood, and pulled it closer to her, ready to bite down if she needed to. "Thank you," she rasped, clearly grateful.

Coldfire nodded, too weak to say anything. She bit down on the stick, breaths coming out short. All the she cat could do now was listen for the white toms instructions, not able to think straight.

(Yes he shouldXD)

(Yeee)