Silverstream:
"Dad, can I go hunting by myself?" I asked after I waited for him to stop talking with the deputy Leopardfur.
"Sure, just be back by moon high." Crookedstar meowed over his shoulder.
"Thanks daddy." I meowed before slipping out through the cattails.
As I made my way up to the riverbed, all I could think about was my future. I was about to give birth to beautiful kits with Greystripe. I hope he will love them just like he loves me. I should deliver this moon according to Mistyfoot. She had delivered her liter about three moons ago.
"Silverstream!"
"Shh… do you want my father to hear you?" I hissed at him.
"Sorry, I just couldn't wait to see you." He meowed apologetically.
"It's okay you fur ball." I meowed as our tails entwined.
"I love you." He purred.
"I love y-."
"Greystripe! What are you doing?" Fireheart meowed as he came into view.
"Fireheart… I can explain."
"Can you really… you told me you were going to stop seeing her." He meowed as he looked at me.
"Fireheart, she's expecting." Greystripe meowed.
"You know those kits will be disgraced right?" Fireheart meowed as he looked at my belly.
"No they won't, my father is the leader of Riverclan they will be fully loved." I finally spoke up.
As Fireheart and Greystripe debated it, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. It slowly intensified every time I breathed.
"Silverstream's what is wrong?" Greystripe asked.
"I think I'm kitting." I gasped as I felt a kick.
"No not now." Greystripe whispered.
"Do I look like I can keep them in?" I hissed from the pain.
"I'll go get help."Fireheart meowed.
"No wait, it's too late their ahhh- coming!" I hissed through the pain.
"Fireheart can you go get me a stick?" Greystripe asked.
"Sure" He meowed before speeding off into the forest.
"It's okay you can do this. Remember, you're my little fighter?" Greystripe meowed comfortingly.
"Greystripe they are coming!"
The first kit slid out, it had my light gray pelt and blue eyes it was a she-cat. The next kit was a dark gray tabby tom that had his father's fluffy coat.
"That's the last one." Greystripe meowed as he put his paws on my belly.
As we gazed at our little bundles of joy, my gaze started to get a little hazy.
"Silverstream! Stay with me honey." Greystripe pleaded.
"It's alright, help me name our kits." I meowed.
"Okay, how about the tom be called Stormkit?"
"That would be wonderful. How about, Featherkit for the she-cat?"
"Perfect, welcome to the forest kits."
"I love you, Greystripe."
"I love you too."
"Until we meet again, my love." I meowed before the darkness the haze of my vision clouded my vision.
The haze continued until a stream of light erupted to cover my body with a light.
"Silverstream open your eyes honey." A soothing voice meowed.
I opened my eyes to see a beautiful gray tabby she-cat with amber eyes standing in front of me.
"Who are you?" I asked, surprised to hear my voice steady and strong.
"I am your mother Willowbreeze. I died while you were still a young kit along with you sisters." She meowed calmly, but I could see the pain in her eyes.
Memories flashed before my eyes of opening my eyes for the first time seeing a grey tabby looking at me with love in her eyes.
"I remember."
"You often remember things you didn't when you were alive." She meowed sadly.
"What about my new family?" I meowed as I looked down.
Below I saw Greystripe on top of my body sobbing, while Fireheart tried to comfort me.
"He eventually wills come they all do, but his time is long in the future."
"I'll be waiting."
"Good, now do you want to meet your sisters?" She meowed as she led me onward into the heart of Starclan, my new home.