If Silverstream had lived

Silverstream gently nuzzled her kits to her stomach. Graystripe stood over her with her eyes glistening in glee as he watched her newborne kits suckle at her silver belly. Tigerclaw dug his long claws into the peaty soil as he watched Cinderpaw drop herbs in front of Silverstream. "Who is this cat Graystripe?" He snarled. "This is Silverstream, she belongs to RiverClan"  Graystripe replie simply.

"What is she doing on our land?" Tigerclaw growled "I'm going to take her back to camp for questioning". "Oh no your not Tigerclaw!" Cinderpaw chuckled "this queen needs rest.  if you want Bluestar to talk to her, your going to go get her yourself!". "Fine then I will"  Tigerclaw snapped sharply and vanished into the bushes. Silverstream sighed. She knew that her having Graystripe's kits would cause trouble.