"WHAT?" I EXCLAIMED. I DIDN'T understand what she was saying.
Silverstream sobbed, "I can't do this!"
"I can't amor you," she gasped for air, "And fight battles against you! I'm being torn in two!"
She was sobbing so violently, that she couldn't talk anymore. I couldn't believe I tried to kill her!
I needed to end this. It could stop her suffering. "I'm sorry. I was being selfish! And, besides, I don't deserve you! I'm a murderer! And you were going to be my future victim! I--I--" I was about to break down. "I have to go....
I HAVEN'T SPOKEN TO FIREHEART since the dawn patrol. I have been training Brakenpaw and seeing Silverstream for about another half-moon.
I couldn't believe that Fireheart tried to convince us to only meet at Fourtrees. I've seen her over a dozen times, and I didn't want this to end.
But, one day, we had received news from the Sunhigh patrol that they scented rogues. We had to be prepared to fight. Before long, Brokenstar, the former leader of ShadowClan leader, and his band of former ShadowClan members, have raided the camp.
I SPENT TIME TRAING MY APPRENTICE, but then, I started seeing Silverstream again. One day, Silverstream was early. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. I ran over to her, pressing my muzzle against hers.
I was frantic. "What's wrong?"
Silverstream paused a little before mewing, "I think we should only meet at Fourtrees."
My mind was in a daze. *Only meet at Fourtrees? Whose mouse-brained idea was this?*
"Why?" I asked her. "We never had problems before."
I HAVEN'T SEEN SILVERSTREAM SINCE THE whole raposa story. Tigerclaw told me to sleep where the gatos with whitecough were. Fireheart tried to convince him that it was just a cold, but nothing had phased Tigerclaw. After about a moon, I was finally cure, and able to go to the seguinte Gathering.
We waited for Bluestar's signal before we were able to run towards the other Clans at Fourtrees. I saw Silverstream talking to a WindClan warrior. It was two moons since Fireheart and I brought the Clan back início after Brokenstar, the former ShadowClan leader, had ran them out to expand territory....
I WAITED AT THE costa OF Sunningrocks about a quarter moon later. I sniffled a little and sneezed. I still have that cold, but I think it will go away in time. I visited Silverstream three times, and so far that was just to talk. I saw Silverstream come across the shore. But, she seemed reluctant to leave. She smiled at me, but it was like she didn't want to leave the shore. So, I walked over, with a questioning look. "I just amor the river," she purred. "Once I get in, it's hard to get out."
IT WAS THE FIRST ICE ON the river. My best friend, Fireheart, myself, and our apprentices, Brakenpaw and Cinderpaw, have noticed this when we doing a border patrol. "Can we take a look?" Cinderpaw asked Fireheart. Cautiously, we moved closer to the ice. I then scented prey. Water vole? The water vole was padding across the ice. Instinctively, I did the hunters' crouch. Then, I pounced on the vole. It didn't see me coming. A quick toss in the air with my claws killed it off. Clenching the prey in my jaws, I headed to the ThunderClan side of the river. But...
I JOLTED UP AT MY NEW surroundings. I remembered that I was in RiverClan now. I can no longer talk to my best friend, Fireheart, again. It was still dark outside, from the willow leaves. It was also drizzily outside. I decided to go to the nursery. "Graystripe," It was Mistyfoot. She was in the nursery, with two kits snuggling against her belly. "What are you doing up this early?" "I just had a bad dream," I whispered, hoping not to wake up the kits. "Silverstream again?" Mistyfoot's eyes were now clouded with grief for her lost friend.
I walked away from the river, with a heavy heart. The wind blew against my long, dark gray fur. I felt the thin shards of grama against my paws, as I stepped. I then heard a familiar voice call my name. Graystripe, the voice whispered. I looked in front of me, and I saw a familiar silver pelt. Silverstream? "Graystripe!" I couldn't believe it! "It really is you!" I gasped. I touched my muzzle to hers. It felt good to see her beautiful face again. "I thought you were gone, forever!"