Authors Note: Heyo! So I had to write a two-page story for some reason, so I thought I'd write Silverstream's death from Graystripe's point of view. So here it is! WARNING: You may need a tissue. Also, off topic, I haz a Deviant Art. My username is the same as here, CaptainClipy. Anywho, back to the tissues and stuffz.
Dear Silverstream
Silverstream's yowls of pain stung Graystripe like a wasp.
Graystripe was silent, but every cat around him knew he was worried about his mate. He was well aware of Tigerclaw appearing behind him, his burning gaze melting his pelt.
"That's a RiverClan cat," he hissed. "Will one of you tell me what's going on?"
Graystripe glared at Tigerclaw, before turning his attention back to Silverstream.
"You've done it, Silverstream!" Cinderpaw meowed triumphantly. She grabbed the second kit and set it down at Tigerclaw's paws. "Here. Lick."
"I'm not a medicine cat." Tigerclaw growled.
"You've got a tongue, haven't you? Lick, you useless lump of fur. Do you want the kit to die?"
Tigerclaw let out a low rumble and obeyed.
C'mon, Silverstream, Graystripe prayed. You can do it.
Silverstream was laying on her side up against one of the many giant rocks, blood trickling down her pelt.
Cinderpaw turned back to Silverstream. "You need to swallow this herb. Here, Graystripe, make her eat as much as she can," she ordered. "We've got to stop the bleeding.
Graystripe obeyed, feeding the herbs to Silverstream. "Eat these," he whispered. "Please, Silverstream."
Silverstream yowled and thrashed.
"Hold on, Silverstream." Cinderpaw mewed.
Graystripe watched in panic. "Silverstream!"
He heard Fireheart run up and crouch next to him.
Silverstream struggled to look up. But when she did, her icy blue gaze fixed onto Graystripe's. She feebly licked Graystripe's head. "Goodbye, Graystripe," she whispered, the words hurting Graystripe like a badger. "I love you. Take care of our kits."
Graystripe was still, his heart shattering. He watched as the beautiful silver she-cat shuttered, then went limp.
He heard Cinderpaw whisper, "Silverstream!"
"No, Silverstream, no…" Graystripe whispered softly. "Don't go, don't leave me." He bent over and gently nuzzled her cold body. She didn't move. "Silverstream!" he yowled, rearing up and flinging his head back. "Silverstream!"
He yowled into the night sky, standing above his dead mate, her beautiful pelt a dull silver.
That night, Graystripe curled up in his nest and closed his eyes, sleeping almost immediately due to exhaustion.
He dreamed he was at sunningrocks, the same place where Silverstream had died. His heart ached as he walked along the same path he had taken only hours before, until he reached the stone where Silverstream had died.
But Silverstream's body was no longer there. In its place was a small flower, just beginning to sprout, bursting out of the stone floor. He crouched down next to the small plant.
Then he saw something, out of the corner of his eye; a starry figure, with a silver pelt and beautiful blue eyes. She was far away, but Graystripe could tell she was smiling.
"I miss you, Silverstream."