She had made sure to be prepared for this day. A new den had been dug on the outer reaches of the territory; it was away from the main den, but not too close to the border, and appropriate herbs had been gathered and stored in said den so that whatever happened she would have them available to use should she need them. Clover had mostly stuck to lingering around the den, not straying too far, with each passing day leaving her with more anxious feelings than the one before. What if something bad happened? What if she was unfit to be a mother and ruined it all?
Her thoughts went in circles, and so did her paws as she walked, feeling discomfort in her sides that she did not quite have the words to describe. The entire day it had felt like it was all building up, until as the dun began to dip towards the horizon, she felt a searing pain in her abdomen that left her momentarily breathless. Undeterred, she continued on her walk, sure that it was just the pups moving around, but a couple minutes later when it happened again, she stopped. A small amount of panic began to well up inside her as she realised that it was finally time, the day had arrived.
Without a moment to lose she made her way back to the den, quickly slipping inside and laying down so her snout was facing the entrance. Her breathing was more shallow and rapid as the contractions began, breath hitching briefly in her throat with each one as they became more and more frequent. She nibbled at a few leaves of the sweet grass she had stored in the den, leaving some for later when they would surely be needed again. It felt as if time simultaneously sped up and slowed down as she lay there, attempting to keep her breathing even as the contractions increased in severity and frequency, internally wishing that her mother was here to help her through it all. But she was on her own, and the thought to call out for one of the other Backwater members did not cross her mind as she lay there, waiting impatiently for the next part of the birthing process to begin.