A/N: This is yet another story about death, sort of like Last Chance to Breathe. For those of you who've read "Keeping the Kits," I will update that soon, so don't worry! I'm writing the second actual chapter while I do this. And I have two other stories I could work on… I'll start this story with one of the most memorable deaths of all time: Silverstream.

"Hold on Silverstream!" Cinderpelt mewed. "You'll be fine."

Fireheart looked around. He scented Tigerclaw approaching. "Graystripe! We're gonna have company."

Silverstream lay in the grass, in a puddle of blood that was growing slowly. "Graystripe. I love you."

"I know, Silverstream," Graystripe meowed in agony.

"What's going on here?" Tigerclaw asked. "Who is this? Whose kits are these?"

"They're mine, Tigerclaw," Graystripe mewed.

"Is that RiverClan queen their mother?"

"Yes Tigerclaw," Graystripe mewed. "Cinderpelt, how's it going?"

Cinderpelt looked at Graystripe with despair. "I can't save her. She's on her way to StarClan."

"Silverstream! NO!"

Silverstream stared at Graystripe, a look of happiness. "Take care of our kits, Graystripe. I love you."

"No! Silverstream!"

"Graystripe! I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do," Cinderpelt said. "I'm sorry."

"You did your best," Fireheart said. "The kits are alive, right?"

"But I couldn't save her! I'm no use the ThunderClan," Cinderpelt meowed.

Graystripe leaned close to Silverstream, and she whispered a few words. "Featherkit? Stormkit?"

"Of course, my love," Graystripe whispered. Then he turned to Cinderpelt.

"Graystripe. I really am sorry."

"It's alright. The kits are fine. And they will be. When they go to their proper Clan," Graystripe meowed. He looked at the body of Silverstream, and he realized he was alone. Through his agony, he saw Silverstream's beautiful body lying in the red grass, and he knew what he had to do with the kits. "I'll be back for your body, my love. And one day, I'll join you above; in the glory of StarClan."

And then, Graystripe saw the sun shine through the trees and beam down on Silverstream's body, and he took Silverstream's body to Crookedstar. Graypool looked at the body and whispered to Graystripe. "The kits are safe, and they will be safe for moons to come. But one will be tested over and over on a perilous journey. I only hope that kit does what is right. For it and for others."