*dies* Ugh.... I don't think I can go on.
*shoots up suddenly from where she is lying down (which I'm not doing, really)* Wait, WHAT?!?! I'm NOT giving up!!!! :D I will NOT, and NEVER give up!!!! I will NOT!!!! :D
Speaking of which, today is my second-last day of school! ^^
And tomorrow is the last! And I DON'T have to wear my uniform to school tomorrow! ^^
....I'M DONE WITH THE EVIL UNIFORMS!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! :D
It's not my time
A small group of cats stood on the shore of the river. A silver she-cat was lying, screeching, in between them, and blood was flowing around her like a river.
"It's…. not my time," Silverstream panted. "It's not my time to die."
"No, it's not!" Graystripe agreed desperately. "Cinderpelt; do something!"
"I'm trying!" Cinderpelt gasped. She was helping Silverstream with her kitting…. but she was dying.
Graystripe stared desperately into Silverstream's eyes. "Silverstream…. don't leave me."
Silverstream got weaker and weaker by the second. "Graystripe…. I must."
I wish I didn't have to leave you, she thought. I love you, Graystripe; and don't you ever forget that.
Fireheart watched sadly as Silverstream's life slowly left her. I wish she didn't have to die, he thought. Graystripe will be devastated.
Cinderpelt tried desperately to save Silverstream, but she was getting weaker by the second.
No, Silverstream…. she thought. Please, please don't leave me now. I…. Graystripe needs you. I need you to live. My career as a medicine cat will be ruined if you die.
She looked at the meager supply of herbs that she had brought, thinking now that perhaps none of them would work.
And what if that happened?
The pool of blood around Silverstream got redder and redder, as Silverstream got weaker and weaker. Her struggles grew weaker, and she had less energy to scream.
"No!" Graystripe's voice was distraught. "Silverstream, please…. don't leave me now."
"I'm sorry, Graystripe," Silverstream panted. "I…. don't want…. to…. leave you now, but…. I must…. take good…. care of the…. kits for me, please…. good-bye, Graystripe…." Her eyes closed, and she gave one last wail and lay still—forever.
Graystripe let out a heartbroken yowl. "Silverstream! No!"
Fireheart tried desperately to comfort him as the two surviving kits mewled sadly and Cinderpelt cleaned up her supplies.
"It's okay, Graystripe; I'm so sorry," Fireheart consoled his friend sadly. "But you'll get over it…. in time."
"I don't think I'll ever get over it," Graystripe sniffled.
Cinderpelt quietly cleaned up her supplies. I'm ruined, she thought. I let her die.
Silverstream stared down from StarClan sadly.
It was not my time to die, she thought sadly. It's not my time.