It hurt me to let him go. I know I'm dying. The pain it hurts, but it didn't compare to the raging pain of leaving Greystripe and our kits.
"Silverstream! Come on! You will make through this!" he said, letting the hot,sticky tears fall down my cheeks.
"Goodbye Greystripe, take care of our kits for me," I say.
"NO! SILVERSTREAM!" I hear as I fall in to nothingness. I wake up seeing Oakheart and Willowbreeze.
"Mother," I breath.
Willowbreeze purred." Welcome to Starclan,"
"I will always look after you the kits, Greystripe," I mumble quietly to myself.