"Thank you. I hope we get to train together soon. You're my littermate and I'll always be there for you." His words to his brother echoed in his mind. Oakheart could see the bloody shape of the ThunderClan deputy fleeing before him as he shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the red drops dripping down from a cut on his forehead. - This is a short story based on Oakheart's final breaths. I'll be writing more short stories like these, including Swiftpaw's death. I hope you enjoy!