Feathertail's heart stopped beating the moment her brother's paws lifting off the rock ledge where they were standing. She wanted to cry out but she couldn't utter a single sound. Her eyes could only follow Stormfur's lithe form as he leapt of the wall and down onto Sharptooth. A trail of dirt and chunks of rock followed him, crashing down from the ledge where she and Stormfur had been standing.
He flew down towards the cave floor at a rapid speed and landed sprawled out beside Sharptooth. The lion cat looked up from where he was trying to catch Crowpaw, his eyes seeming to shine with a sudden delight. He raised his paw ready to dispatch Stormfur who was struggling to sit up when Feathertail felt the last bit of the rock beneath her give way. Letting out a cry of terror she plummeted down towards both her brother and Sharptooth. She found herself falling into the lion cat's long thick fur, her claws digging into the back of its neck.
Sharptooth reared up on his hind legs, scarlet drops falling down from his back and neck. He tried to throw her off, his limbs flailing around and his tail lashing viciously. It seemed to last nine lifetimes but Feathertail held on with all her strength, digging her claws deeper into the cats flesh until he gave a sudden jerk. Then he went limp and fell back down, Feathertail still attached to his torso.
She tumbled off of him, her silver tabby fur stained with his scarlet red blood. She stumbled a few steps forward trying to reach Stormfur before she collapsed. Her eyes only half-open because of the pain and exhaustion she felt.
She was only faintly aware of both the tribe and clan cats creeping out of their hiding places.
"Stormfur! Stormfur!" cried one voice. Opening her pale blue eyes wider she caught sight of Brook Where Small Fish Swim, the tabby prey-hunter running towards a heap of gray fur. She limped forward a couple of paces, not even realising Crowpaw was right beside her.
"Are you alright?" Brook whispered again. Peering closer Feathertail saw Stormfur's dark gray fur was matted with dust and rock particles but she saw one or two blotches of blood. Finally he opened his eyes and stared straight at Brook, his amber pools shimmering with pale starshine.
"Take care my beautiful," he murmured to her. "I'll meet you some day in the stars…"
The pretty she-cat could only stare in shock as he turned to look Feathertail in the eyes.
"Oh Feathertail!" he purred softly, running his tongue through her bloody pelt in a soothing motion. "Please don't worry about me, mother—Silverstream is coming to get me…"
He drew in a ragged breath and carried on, "I never was the silver cat…" he whispered, his voice getting shallower. "But I'm… glad I get to die as one of the heroes."
Then to her grief his eyes shut gently, his head still lying on her forepaws. But not a single silver teardrop fell from her eyes. She could only stare helplessly at the limp body.
Then she couldn't hear Brook's wailing anymore, the whispers of the tribe cats, Crowpaw's comforting murmurs not even the endless roar of the waterfall. She was all alone with her brother, memories washing like the waves of the sundrown place. She saw her father first staring at two kits with pride brimming in his round yellow eyes. She saw two apprentices laughing, and the silhouettes of newly named warriors in washed out moonlight and amber eyes that shone in the darkness like suns. All she could see was Stormfur: her brother, her friend, her life.
Poor Stormfur! But Feathertail and Crowpaw will be together now so it's ok :D Please review guys!