What if Silverstream had survived her kitting?

Prologue
I am coming across the river!

Silverstream narrowed her eyes with determination as she stared across the wide stretch of water that separated her and Graystripe, her handsome mate. The silver tabby sighed as she pictured the image of the grey ThunderClan tom who she had been secretly meeting for many moons before this moment. Now she was expecting kits, and judging from all the wiggling in her belly they would come today. Her prediction turned out to be true...

The first of the pain hit Silverstream's belly like a massive boulder, knocking her off her paws and into the river. For a moment she thought that she would never resurface but, thankfully she lashed out, the force of her paw splashing water everywhere. From there Silverstream paddled painfully towards Sunningrocks and heaved herself up onto the land, water dripping from her beautiful silver pelt and onto the ground, making a small puddle.

Silverstream groaned, the pain becoming too much for her. Collapsing next to one of the rocks, she felt her belly heave and ripple, and shocked she couldn't help but let out a loud yowl.

"Help me! Someone! My kits are coming and I need help!" For a terrifying moment Silverstream thought that no one had heard her and that she was going to die, painfully at the foot of Sunningrocks. Then, she heard a crunch of pawsteps and four cats emerged from the ferns, two grey cats, a flame-coloured tabby and a magnificent brown tabby tom. One of the grey cats, (Silverstream was happy to find that it was Graystripe) raced over to his mate and crouched down beside her, concern shining brilliantly in his gaze.

"Silverstream!" Graystripe gasped. "Are you okay? What's wrong? Are the kits coming?"

The other grey cat, Cinderpelt medicine cat of ThunderClan stepped up beside him and gently rested her tail tip on his shoulder.

'Relax Graystripe, she's going to be fine. Yes the kits are coming but kitting is perfectly natural so there is no need to worry."

More coming 13/2/19 !