If Bluestar Never Gave Up Her Kits

(Welcome to #3 in the what would have happend if series. I know someone has written one with a similar name, but my idea is totaly different from 'If Bluefur remained a queen')

Bluefur lay on the ground of the nursery. The kits were coming! Featherwhisker sat next to her, giving her rasberry leaves. "Relax Bluefur. Otherwise it will hurt more." Bluefur nodded, but it was hard not to shriek in pain when the first kit came. Slowely but surley, the first kit eased out. It was a blue-gray she cat, just like Bluefur. She bent down the lick the small scrap, only to yowl in pain from the second kit. Painfully Featherwhisker took a stick and eased the kit out. It was a dark gray tom kit. Bluefur could just see the bold shoulders of Oakheart. White-eye started licking one of the kits. Spottedpaw started on the other. "There's one more Bluefur!" cried Featherwhisker. "Oh no! she's stuck!" Bluefur could see the kit poking out. Featherwhisker was right. No matter how hard she pushed, the kit wouldn't move. "Hurry Featherwhisher! She might die!" "I'm trying Bluefur!" was the reply. "Spottedpaw! Get her more rasberry leaves!" Spottedpaw quickly ran into the medicine cat den to grab them. She returned and