Post by Shadowstar on Dec 5, 2007 7:32:56 GMT -5
Title: My Immortal
Chapters: Songfic
Author: Shadowstar
Pairing: GrayxSilver
Summary: Graysripe's feelings(from his point of view) on Silverstream and her death.
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: ^.^ None, except I was really bored and tired when I wrote this, so I hope it's good...
Oh, and I'll put the lyrics up late, my copy button isn't working...
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
I sneak through the lush green ferns surrounding Sunningrocks, feeling my pads touch the comforting warmth of their bulk as I glance around wearily. I smell no cats from ThunderClan; and yet still; I can sense another cat nearby...
A soft sound can be heard from the river, like waves, rippling. The reason for their untimely disturbance is proven a moment later when a cat pushes themself out of the wide river bordering our territory with RiverClan's. Normally, as a ThunderClan warrior; it would be my duty to challenge the beautiful silver tabby that approached me; demand of why she was in my territory; but that was not my intentions.
"Silverstream!" I purr as I wind my large gray body around her small silver one, drinking in the warmth of her sweet scent. My amber eyes are filled with my unconditional love for her; the one who would soon bear my kits; I knew. How could our Clans stop our love; after all, it seemed unfair! We weren't doing any harm, but we truly were in love; and to me; that's all that matters.
Suddenly, Silverstream's purr becomes choked, and her eyes narrow in pain. "What's wrong?" I ask her gently; fearfully. My mew is scared, for now I can scent blood. Her blood; my mate...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
"Silverstream, no!" My wail is high-pitched, egded with fear and horror, my amber eyes wide and scared. "What's wrong? Silverstream!" My wails continue, and they brush past the trees, edging closer to the ThunderClan camp, but I don't care. StarClan themsleves couldn't make me leave this place, not when my mate was so clearly in danger.
I barley take notice of the rustle of ferns ebhind me; the sound of pawsteps signaling the arrival of another cat. I don't even look up when I recognize tyhe scent. It is Fireheart, my best friend, the one who warned my away from Silverstream, warning me something like this could happen...
"Graystripe, what's wrong?" The shocked and anxious mew of my friend finally forces me to tear my anguished eyes away from my true love. "It's Silverstream, she's having her kits, and it's all going wrong!" I wail sadly, terrified for the cat whom I'd thought was to bear my kits in the safety of the RiverClan camp, not here, of all places.
Fireheart's leaf-green eyes widen, and he nods his flame-colored head and dashes into the bushes. Before he leaves, he turns his gaze back to me, "I'll fetch Yellowfang," and then he was gone.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears[
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
"Silverstream, hang on, you'll be fine!" The voice comes from Cinderpaw, Yellowfangs crippled apprentice. Her gray fur is ruffled from her efforts to get here quickly, but now, now I know that she is to late, for my mate has reached up to lick my cheek with her soft pink tongue. "Goodybye, Graystripe," she whispers feebly, her golden voice racked with pain. "Take care of our kits..."
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
Rain slicks my already sodden gray pelt to my muscular sides, my chest heaving with the effort of my task. I was digging her grave, in between ThunderClan and RiverClan, beside the river she loved, the river which I'd crossed so many times to see her, my one true love; and now she was gone. My claws are broken and filled with mud, and my lungs scream with exhaustion, but I don't care.
A small pool of blood froms in the dirt caked around my pads, where a claw has been ripped out, but I don't even notice as I stare at the place where she had once been, her sparkling eyes boring into mine. Filled with love. For me...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
I stand by her grave, deep in thought, tears streaming down my thick gray fur and landing like tiny drops of dew on the reedbed. "Oh, Silverstream, what should I do?" I wondered sadly, my eyes raised to the heavens, which as usual gave no answer. "ThunderClan hate me, and our kits, my love, our kits... What will happen to them? It has been made clear they have no future in ThunderClan. Unless..."
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
"I'm going with them." Those were my words, as I gazed into my best-friend emerald eyes, my own amber ones filled with grief. "My kits and I, we have no future here, but in RiverClan, I may have a chance. ThunderClan hate me, and no cat wants me there. I'm sorry, Fireheart."
" Oh, Graystripe, what about me?" This was Fireheart, his tone anguished. "I want you there!"
"I know." I mew sadly. "No cat has ever had a friend such as you; I'd give my life for you; you know that."
"Then stay in ThunderClan!"
"I can't. I belong with my kits; and they belong in RiverClan" With once last sorrowful glance at my friend, I turn and pad across the stepping stones, and vanish among the reeds.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
Chapters: Songfic
Author: Shadowstar
Pairing: GrayxSilver
Summary: Graysripe's feelings(from his point of view) on Silverstream and her death.
Editor: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: ^.^ None, except I was really bored and tired when I wrote this, so I hope it's good...
Oh, and I'll put the lyrics up late, my copy button isn't working...My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
I sneak through the lush green ferns surrounding Sunningrocks, feeling my pads touch the comforting warmth of their bulk as I glance around wearily. I smell no cats from ThunderClan; and yet still; I can sense another cat nearby...
A soft sound can be heard from the river, like waves, rippling. The reason for their untimely disturbance is proven a moment later when a cat pushes themself out of the wide river bordering our territory with RiverClan's. Normally, as a ThunderClan warrior; it would be my duty to challenge the beautiful silver tabby that approached me; demand of why she was in my territory; but that was not my intentions.
"Silverstream!" I purr as I wind my large gray body around her small silver one, drinking in the warmth of her sweet scent. My amber eyes are filled with my unconditional love for her; the one who would soon bear my kits; I knew. How could our Clans stop our love; after all, it seemed unfair! We weren't doing any harm, but we truly were in love; and to me; that's all that matters.
Suddenly, Silverstream's purr becomes choked, and her eyes narrow in pain. "What's wrong?" I ask her gently; fearfully. My mew is scared, for now I can scent blood. Her blood; my mate...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
"Silverstream, no!" My wail is high-pitched, egded with fear and horror, my amber eyes wide and scared. "What's wrong? Silverstream!" My wails continue, and they brush past the trees, edging closer to the ThunderClan camp, but I don't care. StarClan themsleves couldn't make me leave this place, not when my mate was so clearly in danger.
I barley take notice of the rustle of ferns ebhind me; the sound of pawsteps signaling the arrival of another cat. I don't even look up when I recognize tyhe scent. It is Fireheart, my best friend, the one who warned my away from Silverstream, warning me something like this could happen...
"Graystripe, what's wrong?" The shocked and anxious mew of my friend finally forces me to tear my anguished eyes away from my true love. "It's Silverstream, she's having her kits, and it's all going wrong!" I wail sadly, terrified for the cat whom I'd thought was to bear my kits in the safety of the RiverClan camp, not here, of all places.
Fireheart's leaf-green eyes widen, and he nods his flame-colored head and dashes into the bushes. Before he leaves, he turns his gaze back to me, "I'll fetch Yellowfang," and then he was gone.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears[
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
"Silverstream, hang on, you'll be fine!" The voice comes from Cinderpaw, Yellowfangs crippled apprentice. Her gray fur is ruffled from her efforts to get here quickly, but now, now I know that she is to late, for my mate has reached up to lick my cheek with her soft pink tongue. "Goodybye, Graystripe," she whispers feebly, her golden voice racked with pain. "Take care of our kits..."
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
Rain slicks my already sodden gray pelt to my muscular sides, my chest heaving with the effort of my task. I was digging her grave, in between ThunderClan and RiverClan, beside the river she loved, the river which I'd crossed so many times to see her, my one true love; and now she was gone. My claws are broken and filled with mud, and my lungs scream with exhaustion, but I don't care.
A small pool of blood froms in the dirt caked around my pads, where a claw has been ripped out, but I don't even notice as I stare at the place where she had once been, her sparkling eyes boring into mine. Filled with love. For me...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
I stand by her grave, deep in thought, tears streaming down my thick gray fur and landing like tiny drops of dew on the reedbed. "Oh, Silverstream, what should I do?" I wondered sadly, my eyes raised to the heavens, which as usual gave no answer. "ThunderClan hate me, and our kits, my love, our kits... What will happen to them? It has been made clear they have no future in ThunderClan. Unless..."
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
"I'm going with them." Those were my words, as I gazed into my best-friend emerald eyes, my own amber ones filled with grief. "My kits and I, we have no future here, but in RiverClan, I may have a chance. ThunderClan hate me, and no cat wants me there. I'm sorry, Fireheart."
" Oh, Graystripe, what about me?" This was Fireheart, his tone anguished. "I want you there!"
"I know." I mew sadly. "No cat has ever had a friend such as you; I'd give my life for you; you know that."
"Then stay in ThunderClan!"
"I can't. I belong with my kits; and they belong in RiverClan" With once last sorrowful glance at my friend, I turn and pad across the stepping stones, and vanish among the reeds.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
