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Greystripe (quickly and hurriedly)- MoonpoolOrHalflight doesn't own warriors, Erin hunter does!

Me- Good kitty.


Silverstream's POV

Intense pain. Agony. That's what I felt. That day, when I gave birth to Graystripe's kits. Spasms ripped at my body, and I struggled to breath. Graystripe yowled by name, but it seemed faraway and distant. Slick, red blood pooled at my body, staining Sunningrocks, me, and my kits red. I coughed up blood, and more blood. I felt my spirit begin to pull at the clear sky. Cinderpaw, ThunderClan's medicine cat apprentice, was quickly working with herbs. Graystripe called my name again, his mewl laced with distress. Finally, as I vomited the last mouthful of Blood, I managed to say "Good-bye, Graystripe, take care of our kits." Graystripe whimpered and pressed his fur on mine, what would have been a caressing gesture if I was not dieing. With my last breath, I began to groom Graystripe. StarClan was waiting for me.


Graystripe's POV

I could only watch helplessly as Silverstream screeched, her body wracked with spasms. Fireheart had came earlier, and I had quickly told him to get Yellowfang. Fireheart hurried off. I pressed my fur against hers, knowing she was in pain. She vomited mouthfuls of blood. Then came Cinderpaw, who told me to try and get Slverstream to eat a fowl smelling herb. I tried, and yowled her name in distress. She was dieing.