I raced into the waterfall, intent on saving my brother.

I didn't know that this would be my last day, the last time I would be alive, united with my friends.

I barged past a few burly cave-guards, who barely noticed in their terror.

What were they scared of, you ask?

Sharptooth.

Sharptooth had been preying on the Tribe of Rushing Water before we even arrived. That's why Stormfur was here. The mouse-brained pieces of fox-dung thought he was 'the silver cat who would save them all'.

We met up with Stormfur as a few cave-guards were escorting him to Sharptooth.

To his death.

Crowpaw and I leaped onto the huge cat, tackling him to the ground while Squirrelpaw and Tawnypelt helped him away. We left, panting.

As the days went on, we met a few ex-tribe cats who had been sent out to kill Sharptooth. They claimed that the Tribe wouldn't let them back without the huge lion-cat's pelt.

I believed them.

We stayed with them for a couple of nights, hunting and sleeping with them. As we did so, Stormfur kept glancing longingly back towards the Tribe.

Where Sharptooth was.

That night, he told us he wanted to go back to save the Tribe.

He said it was his destiny.

We reluctantly agreed with him. We headed off with the former Rushing Water cats, forming a plan.

As I passed through the waterfall entrance, the Tribe cats were in awe. About us coming back or the other three cats coming back, I don't know.

We quickly made our plan.

We would put deathberries in a rabbit for Sharptooth to eat. Boom, no more problem.

It wasn't as easy as that.

When Sharptooth entered, he just swatted the prey away. Squirrelpaw let out a squeal. The huge lion swung his head towards us.

The cave erupted into chaos.

Cats were everywhere, trying to make it to safety.

Some didn't.

I climbed up onto a ledge with Stormfur, sighing in relief when I saw Sharptooth hadn't spotted us.

Instead, he had his eyes on someone else.

Crowpaw.

A stream of voices flooded my ears.

"The silver cat will save us!" they seemed to say.

So I did.

I leaped up, and grabbed at a pointy rock hanging from the ceiling. It came crashing down. I heard a whimper from Sharptooth as he saw it heading right for him.

It hit.

The pointed rock stabbed right through him, and I was knocked off, headed for the stone floor.

The world blurred around me.

I heard voices, calling my name.

But one was louder than them all.

"Feathertail..." it whispered.

"Silverstream?" I had whimpered. My passed mother had curled around me.

"Oh, my precious, I'm so sorry. It's your time."

"Can't I say goodbye?" I murmured to her.

Silverstream nodded and backed away, and was replaced by Crowpaw.

"No! Feathertail! Please, don't leave me!"

I smiled at him, thinking of the right words at the right moment. My last words.

"Think you have nine lives, don't you? I saved you once; don't make me save you again."

I purred, one, last, final purr.

I then allowed myself to leave my body, free to walk the skies.

"Silverstream, I'm coming."