STORMFUR'S POV

"Oh Starclan," Stormfur breathed as Sharptooth slid through the entrance. His massive claws were stained with the blood of innocent cats. His sharp fangs gleamed with saliva and scarlet blood as it let out a ear-splitting roar. The tribe cat's eyes grew wide as they darted for any cave they could take shelter in.

"Save us, silver cat! Save us!" a cat wailed, and Stormfur froze with shock. What am I supposed to do? I can't take on a monster like that! His amber eyes darted to Sharptooth. He counted all of his group. "Tawnypelt, Brambleclaw, Squirrelpaw, me... Where's Crowpaw and Feathertail!"

Horror gripped him as he realized the couple weren't in the safety of the cave. He poked his head out and surveyed the clearing. He saw a flash of black under a ledge. He bristled as he saw Crowpaw was under the ledge, and Sharptooth was cornering him.

Oh StarClan help me! He was supposed to save the tribe and the clans back home! How was he if he can't do something StarClan had already planned out? Now he could only watch Crowpaw get murdered and it would be all his fault!

I failed you all. Crowpaw, Feathertail, the Tribe, all the Clans back home. I'm so sorry.

FEATHERTAIL'S POV

"Crowpaw!" Fear lighted Feathertail's icy eyes as she looked down from the ledge. Sharptooth had Crowpaw cornered against the rocky ledge which Feathertail was on top of. She scanned the clearing for her brother, the silver cat in the prophecy. Stormfur! Please, don't fail now! Save Crowpaw! She felt like begging Stormfur to save them. Stormfur only stared from the cave entrance, his eyes drained of hope.

Feathertail!

Feathertail jumped in shock. "Who's that!" she hissed, swinging her head around.

You have to jump!

The silky voice whispered again. Feathertail bristled, she could hear her as clear as day now. "Who are you!"

My name is Silverstream. Your mother. Now hurry!

"Mom? But you're dead!"

You and the tribe will be too if you don't jump!

"But where?"

Sharptooth roared again, blocking out Silverstream's next comment. She stared ahead. The rock that hung from the ceiling was crumbling. My claws may not take out Sharptooth, but my claws can take out this!

"I hear the voices clearly now! This is what I have to do."

Feathertail squeezed her eyes shut, and jumped.

She clung onto the rock unsteadily, praying to StarClan that she won't fall. Collective gasps of shock echoed beneath her as she raked the stone.

"Feathertail!" She heard Crowpaw's wail of distress, but ignored it as she clawed the rock. Just a few more..

Suddenly, she felt nothing under her paws, and she knew she was falling.

A fury of thoughts rushed through her mind.

Will this kill Sharptooth?

But Stormfur was the silver cat, not me!

Maybe I was and I didn't even know.

I guess it doesn't matter, she thought as she heard the dying gasp of Sharptooth, before she herself hit the ground.

Either way, I'm falling.