Willowsong was outside of the nursery, a weak ray of light hitting her. She was enjoying it though, her eyes slightly closed. Her belly was swollen with unborn kits, due anytime now. Recently she had been getting tired very easily and eating more then the usual cat. She just hoped her kits would do well as she knew some kittings were rough. She was younger then most cats when they had their kits as some chose to wait, but she had wanted a family with her mate, so she had decided to be a queen. Her mate wasn't that far off now, talking to her sister's mate. She rose to her paws and padded over, sitting by the two cats."Hello Gingersplash,Oakstorm."
Her kitting is going to be extra long, a hard one. She will have 4 kits, one will die shortly after death))