Flyfur was trying to get some sleep, fitfully twisting and turning to her the right spot, which wasn't easy to do when expecting to kit any day.
Suddenly her breathing became laboured as a ripple of pain shot through her spine. She groaned and pushed herself up, kinda confused. It wasn't until her sides started to flutter with kicking and squirming and a contraction hit her that she realized she was kitting.
So much for a good night's sleep.

She looked about for Bumblebelly, these were his kits, too.
"Bumblebelly? Bumblebelly. The kits. I'm starting to go into kitting."
She reached for him. She hadn't had anyone last time, when she had Featherpaw and she'd been terrified and in pain. She was hoping this time to be different.
As the contractions continued, eventually she had the first kit. She hokked her claws into the embryonic sac carefully and brought it to her so she could remove it from the kit and begin cleaning it so it could get dry and warm before the next kit came.

When Bumblebelly hadn't shown up after she finished with the first kit, she scanned for another cat. She couldn't give birth and clean the kits.
Maybe when she'd only had one, but this obviously was a large litter.

@Romulus @BILL.
(can Firehawk step in and help?)

Flyfur hissed as suddenly a stick was pushed into her face, just a little startled.
"Agh! Just- clean them? So I don't have to reach around to grab them and please calm down, if anyone should be panicking, it's me and you are just stressing me."
She bit the stick anyway and clamped down on it. Whether it was because there were more kits or because their father was of a similar build to her, but she was hurting more than she had last time.
Suddenly she sneezed and there was the second. That had been the weirdest feeling ever and she hoped it never happened again.
@Romulus