Amberfeather went to check on Saltkit. Three days had passed since Lakebreeze had died, and Saltkit had opened his eyes. Birchmask spent every moment with him, hardly sleeping or eating. She had often brought him and the queen prey, anxiously checking how the three were coping. Sweetbriar had adopted Saltkit, and would count him as her own until even StarClan died. Amberfeather had not yet kitted, though she knew it would be soon because her stomach was round and heavy.
"Hello,"Amberfeather popped her head into the nursery and heaved herself in,"How's Saltkit?"
"He's fine, Amberfeather. Look, he's seeing how high he can jump!" Birchmask reassured.
She mrrowed in amusement when she saw Saltkit leaping in the air and over the older cats.
"Okay then. I'll leave you to it,"
She retreated from the den as the kits began to wriggle.
Stop it, kits.
They pushed against her sides, causing her to fall over.
This is embrassing. I'm so glad no-one is in the clear-
She broke off with a cry as a sharp pain shot through her belly. She knew what it meant.
My kits are being born!
She staggered into her den, gasping as she went along. Dotfur, Dandelionshade's mother, rushed  over to help her.
"Don't worry, Amberfeather. I'll help you give birth,"
Amberfeather grunted her thanks as she collapsed into ger bed.
As she did so, a spasm gripped her, tightly, she cried out...and the first kit was born. She was a silver she-kit with a white face.
Beautifu-
"Ahh!"she yelped as another seizure powered through her.
I. Can't. Do it!
Well, I have to!
"Gah!"she yowled just before having a 
black and white tom.
Almost there!
Amberfeather took a deep breath as an aching spasm controlled her.
Phew. A brown tom.
"Come on!"Dotfur encouraged.
She screeched again as a greyish-white she-kit emerged.
"Good,"Dotfur nodded,"One more,"
This time, she felt no pain. Only love while a dark grey she-kit was born.
Amberfeather let out a sigh of relief.
She watched the five suckle her.
"Thank you, thank you so much," she thanked Dotfur.
As she watched, she noticed that her youngest daughter was hanging back, laid down, hardly breathing.
She heard Stonestar's voice, echoing in her ears.
Wild fern. He whispered.
It could work!
"Dotfur! Before you go, there's one last thing that I want you to do for me,"
"How can I help?"the elder asked.
"Please, fetch me a wild fern,"
Amberfeather could see that there were countless questions that see wanted to ask, but she only dipped her head respectfully.
She had a peaceful sleep until Dotfur returned.
"Thank you,"she sighed,"You can go now,"
Once the killer's mother had left, she chewed up the fern into ointment.
Come on, little kit.
When her daughter opened her mouth to mew, Amberfeather gently placed it in her jaws and stroked her throat to make her swallow. Once she'd eaten it, she began to suckle, and she purred.
Thank you, Stonestar.
"You're welcome, now what should we name them?"Stonestar's spirit appeared by her side.
"Umm...well I'd like the black and white tom to be Badgerkit," Amberfeather meowed.
"That's great! What about Whitekit for the white-faced she-kit?"Stonestar suggested.
"Yes. And the brown tom can be Muddykit,"she purred.
"I like that. Do you think Poppykit would be okay for the greyish-white she-kit?"
"Amazing! And the youngest can be..." she hesitated,"And the youngest can be Wildkit,"
"Badgerkit, Whitekit, Muddykit, Poppykit and Wildkit. Great!"
The pair nuzzled each other as Stonestar disappeared.
What wonderful kits!
Only then did Amberfeather remember Dandelionshade's plans.
Now that I've given birth, she'll attack ThunderClan!