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Gingerpelt hovered over Littlestream. The white she-cat convulsed, moaning, and Goosefeather licked her ears, trying to calm her. "It's alright, Littlestream." He meowed gently. "It'll be over soon." His mentor looked over, and nodded. "Alright, one's coming now. Ready? Push!" The queen went rigid, gasped, and a wet bundle of fur plopped into the nest. Goosefeather scooped it up, licking it vigorously. As its fur became dry and fluffy under his tongue, it let out a long mewl. Littlesteam relaxed at the sound, and she sighed deeply. Goosefeather looked at her, and then at Gingerpelt. "Is that it? Only one? That's unusual." "But not unheard