GRAYSTRIPE'S VIEW: SILVERSTREAM'S DEATH
Disclaimer: I do not own warriors or any characters in it. If I did, I would have made Silverstream live.
GRAYSTRIPE'S VIEW: SILVERSTREAM'S DEATH
Hi, I'm Graystripe, a ThunderClan cat. My best friend Firestar is the leader. I have many friends in ThunderClan and live a happy life. But there is a hole in my heart that can never be filled. That hole is Silverstream. I still remember that day…
It was a perfect morning. Dark, but perfect. I stretched out my paws and seized a rabbit from the fresh-kill pile. After I finished I felt contented, like I could curl up and sleep right there. But I had work to do. I bounded up the ravine and through the gorse tunnel. "Graystripe!" The call came from the river and realization struck me. It was Silverstream!
My legs shot up from under me, carrying me across the forest. Meanwhile the calls continued. "Graystripe! Graystripe, graystripe please!" I ran like the wind. Finally, I skidded to a halt at the river. I gasped taking in gulps of air. I glanced at the RiverClan riverbank. On it sat Silverstream. The silver she cat swam across the river as gracefully as she could with her swollen belly. "Oh, Graystripe! I'm so glad you're here," she purred.
Suddenly, a shock ran along her back. At least I thought that it was a shock.
Her whole head jerked to one side, and she fell over. "Silverstream! Are you okay?" I meowed urgently. "They're coming!" she wailed. Blood began to ooze from her side. My yellow eyes widened in horror.
Just then, a different but familiar scent wafted into my nostrils. Fireheart!
"Graystripe!" he called over Silverstream's wails of pain. "Fireheart, the kits! The kits are coming and it's all going wrong!" I yowled back, "Fetch Yellowfang!" I pressed my pelt against the silver cat and purred encouraging words to her. The spasms were weaker now. And when Fireheart broke through the forest with Cinderpaw, I let out a sigh of relief. Wait…Cinderpaw? Where was Yellowfang?
I shook the thoughts away from my mind. I had better things to worry about. I scented Tigerclaw behind me, deep in conversation with Fireheart. I didn't care. Cinderpaw pulled out a tiny gray kit and dropped it at his feet. Meanwhile Silverstream seemed pained. Cinderpaw pulled out another kit at gave it to Fireheart. I urged Silverstream to eat the herbs that the medicine cat apprentice set at her side. Reluctantly she chewed the bitter leaves. But it wasn't enough.
Silverstream lifted her head to lick me. "Goodbye, Graystripe," she whispered, "I love you. Take care of our kits... Her voice trailed off. Then her body gave a jerk and the life was sucked out of her. I felt grief crash down on me. "Noooo!" I yowled. But I had to face it: my love was gone.
Sorry it was so short. This is my first fanfic. Please reveiw. No flames please.