Post by shadowxcloud on Aug 21, 2007 14:04:13 GMT -5
What if Silverstream hadn't died that fateful day at the Sunningrocks? What if, instead, someone else had?
Please tell me what you think!
Fireheart gasped at the site in front of him. Silverstream, an enemy clan cat, his best friends lover, was laying at Sunningrocks, crying out with pain. hovering around her were Cinderpaw and Graystripe. The rusty orange tom pelted forward, hoping to see his friend, when a dark voice hissed, "What's going on here, Fireheart?" Fireheart whirled around and his pale green eyes locked with evil amber eyes. It was Tigerclaw. "Tigerclaw, it's very hard to expl..." Firehearts sentence was cut off by a chilling wail. Fireheart turned his attention back to Silverstream, and all his thoughts of Tigerclaw dissolved. Silverstream was in trouble and he guessed that Graystripe needed him. Fireheart dashed forward to be beside his friend. He was dimly aware of the fact that Tigerclaw was calling his name, but he ignored it. Tigerclaw would have to wait. Fireheart finally reached Graystripe, and he was expecting the worst, but Graystripes eyes were full of relief. There sat Silverstream. She looked exhausted, but her wailing had stopped, and she was busily licking 2 kits, a tom and a she-cat. Fireheart nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard an angry voice, right in his ear, "Fireheart! What is this... this she-cat doing in our territory? Fireheart narrowed his eyes at Tigerclaw, ready to spit back a reply, but Tigerclaw acted first. He hissed and leapt towards Silverstream. Silverstream gasped, and Graystripe got to his feet to tackle Tigerclaw. Fireheart's blood turned cold, and time itself seemed to slow down. Graystripe tackled Tigerclaw, he fell backwards. Then, he leapt at Graystripe, but he swiftly dodged and tripped the dark tabby. He was close to Silverstream and had lost his footing and... a sickening crunch. Then, time seemed to revert to it's normal speed. Silverstream was sobbing quietly and Graystripes fur was on end. Then, Tigerclaw stood up to reveal the lifeless gray body, just under where his shoulder had landed from when he had tripped. Fireheart let out a meow of surprise and Graystripe began stalking towards Tigerclaw. "You crushed him!" he snarled, "My beautiful son, you crushed him!" Tigerclaw scoffed and hissed, "If you were any kind of a loyal clan cat, you'd know better than to have kits with a Riverclan cat!" Graystripe screeched and the 2 cats began viciously fighting, writhering in a knot of anger. Cinderpaw quickly rushed up to the tiny kit and nodded. "He...he's in Starclan now," she whispered. Silverstream whimpered as Cinderpaw carefully picked up the lifeless body and trotted a few paw steps away. The silver she-cat close to Silverstreams belly cried, and Silverstream pulled the kit closed to her, preparing to pick it up. "Thank you," she mewed with sorrow, "For helping me save one of my kits..." Silverstream cast a look of grief in the direction of where Cinderpaw held the dead kit, then set off towards Riverclan. Fireheart now turned his attention back to Graystripe and Tigerclaw. Tigerclaw had many deep wounds, but he simply snorted at Graystripe and limped back to camp. Graystripe was far less injured, with only a few scratches. He looked up at Fireheart and suddenly howled, "My son! My only son! Oh Fireheart, one of my kits is gone! Forever to walk with Starclan!" His head lowered once more and he whispered, "I never got to know him..." Fireheart sighed and meowed, "Let's get back to camp, I'm guessing we have a lot to deal with thanks to Tigerclaw..." Graystripe nodded his head solemnly and the 2 headed back towards Thunderclan camp, wondering what trouble lie ahead of them.
Please tell me what you think!
Fireheart gasped at the site in front of him. Silverstream, an enemy clan cat, his best friends lover, was laying at Sunningrocks, crying out with pain. hovering around her were Cinderpaw and Graystripe. The rusty orange tom pelted forward, hoping to see his friend, when a dark voice hissed, "What's going on here, Fireheart?" Fireheart whirled around and his pale green eyes locked with evil amber eyes. It was Tigerclaw. "Tigerclaw, it's very hard to expl..." Firehearts sentence was cut off by a chilling wail. Fireheart turned his attention back to Silverstream, and all his thoughts of Tigerclaw dissolved. Silverstream was in trouble and he guessed that Graystripe needed him. Fireheart dashed forward to be beside his friend. He was dimly aware of the fact that Tigerclaw was calling his name, but he ignored it. Tigerclaw would have to wait. Fireheart finally reached Graystripe, and he was expecting the worst, but Graystripes eyes were full of relief. There sat Silverstream. She looked exhausted, but her wailing had stopped, and she was busily licking 2 kits, a tom and a she-cat. Fireheart nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard an angry voice, right in his ear, "Fireheart! What is this... this she-cat doing in our territory? Fireheart narrowed his eyes at Tigerclaw, ready to spit back a reply, but Tigerclaw acted first. He hissed and leapt towards Silverstream. Silverstream gasped, and Graystripe got to his feet to tackle Tigerclaw. Fireheart's blood turned cold, and time itself seemed to slow down. Graystripe tackled Tigerclaw, he fell backwards. Then, he leapt at Graystripe, but he swiftly dodged and tripped the dark tabby. He was close to Silverstream and had lost his footing and... a sickening crunch. Then, time seemed to revert to it's normal speed. Silverstream was sobbing quietly and Graystripes fur was on end. Then, Tigerclaw stood up to reveal the lifeless gray body, just under where his shoulder had landed from when he had tripped. Fireheart let out a meow of surprise and Graystripe began stalking towards Tigerclaw. "You crushed him!" he snarled, "My beautiful son, you crushed him!" Tigerclaw scoffed and hissed, "If you were any kind of a loyal clan cat, you'd know better than to have kits with a Riverclan cat!" Graystripe screeched and the 2 cats began viciously fighting, writhering in a knot of anger. Cinderpaw quickly rushed up to the tiny kit and nodded. "He...he's in Starclan now," she whispered. Silverstream whimpered as Cinderpaw carefully picked up the lifeless body and trotted a few paw steps away. The silver she-cat close to Silverstreams belly cried, and Silverstream pulled the kit closed to her, preparing to pick it up. "Thank you," she mewed with sorrow, "For helping me save one of my kits..." Silverstream cast a look of grief in the direction of where Cinderpaw held the dead kit, then set off towards Riverclan. Fireheart now turned his attention back to Graystripe and Tigerclaw. Tigerclaw had many deep wounds, but he simply snorted at Graystripe and limped back to camp. Graystripe was far less injured, with only a few scratches. He looked up at Fireheart and suddenly howled, "My son! My only son! Oh Fireheart, one of my kits is gone! Forever to walk with Starclan!" His head lowered once more and he whispered, "I never got to know him..." Fireheart sighed and meowed, "Let's get back to camp, I'm guessing we have a lot to deal with thanks to Tigerclaw..." Graystripe nodded his head solemnly and the 2 headed back towards Thunderclan camp, wondering what trouble lie ahead of them.
thanx
I cried when Silverstream died. ;-; (In the real books)