If Silverstream Had Lived

"Are you feeling better?" Cinderpaw asked with a guarded smile. "I-I think so." Silverstream lifted her head and blinked to see her two healthy kits yelping in hunger. "Silverstream!" A gray tom pelted up to his mate and licked her on the left side of her face. "I thought I lost you!" He cried, digging his nose into her fur. Silverstream purred, and lashed her tail, gesturing to the kits. "I thought maybe... maybe Featherkit and Stormkit?" Graystripe shuffled his paws. "It's beautiful, Graystripe. It really is." Silverstream smiled. "We should get back to the ThunderClan camp and get you in the nursery." Cinderpaw urged, nudging Silverstream to her paws. Tigerclaw mumbled something under his breath with a snarl as he padded after the cats.

As they approached the ThunderClan camp, a tan she-cat bounded up to them. "There you are, stupid furball!" The she-cat purred at Graystripe's best friend, Fireheart, a former kittypet. "I told you I wouldn't be long." He retorted with a grin. "Silverstream, oh my!" The she-cat yelped at the two kits dangling from Graystripe and Silverstream's jaws. "Kits! You had your kits! I knew you were expecting, but-" Sandstorm was cut off by Bluestar padding toward them. "Graystripe. Are these your kits?" Her blue gaze turned to the tom. Graystripe flattened his ears against his cranium. "Ye-yes." He stuttered, holding his gaze with the she-cat.