(how do you know they blocked you?

Goldfish and Novoice could assist with the kitting. We could say the medicine cat got sick and died.
AND WOw THAT IS A LONG TIME MARVEL)
Goldfish nodded gratefully.
"Thank you. But... If things get bad..." Her voice was drowned out as a tom burst outside a den, calling for a medicine cat. "Kitting?" She got to her paws, the fur along her spine twitching slightly. "Can't she do it herself?"
Novoice spun around, feeling racing pawsteps. His ears swiveled forward in alarm and he quickly got to his paws, only to recognize the spotted tom. He grinned in greeting, but it faltered. The tom was in distress. What was wrong?