HELP ME!!!

Sadie limps into the clearing. She is obviously late in a pregnancy, and suffering. *Help!* she mewed again, though it was nearly a whisper now. She padded towards the large oak at the centre of the stange camp. New smells surounded her, clouded her thoughts.
She tripped on the hard baked ground and landed heavily. *Help, please* she muttered, *I need... please...*

Tawnystar dived out of her den seconds after she heard the thump out in the clearing.
There lay a jet black she-cat, heavily pregnant and weezing. Pity welled inside of the leader, and she dragged the intruder to the nursury, and fetched her fresh-kill. Interogations later, she thought, as she picked up the rabbit she had caught earlier.
The black cat gulped down the offer.

*Who are you?* Tawnystar asked softly after the cat had slept for a while.

*I- I am Sadie* She meowed, *Thankyou so much for taking me in...* She tried to tell her story, but the kits decided it was time. It was all over in an hour.
There were two beautiful kits both night black like their mother, but one had his front left foot a light blue and the other kits muzzle was a light grey-silver.

Sadie looked up into the other she-cats eyes and saw longing there, longing for kits? She looked into Sadies eyes too...

Tawnystar saw fear, but also gratefulness in Sadie's eyes. *You and your kits will be safe here...*

She left them to go on patrol...