If Silverstream had survived

Cinderpelt rushed over to the bleeding she-cat. Her back leg ached with pain, the scar pink and causing the pain. She arrived quickly, grabbing the herbs needed. She slowly healed Silverstream, the silver cat's eyes opening. Graystripe cried with delight, his tears soaking her soft, sleek silver fur. "I k-knew I wouldn't let you d-die.."

"Shh." Silverstream said, eyes finally completely open. Tigerclaw walked over, teeth bared.

"Get off our land, you mouse-brained swimmer." He growled, scenting the RiverClan on her. He unsheathed his claws, and got into a battle position.

"Stop! T-this is Silverstream." Graystripe said, giving Tigerclaw a sad look. "P-please don't do this."

"You've gotten weak! You're like that piece of fox-dung that was a kittypet."

Graystripe sadly looked down at his paws. He teeth bared, and he turned around. "Can you just leave me alone!" He finally said. Tigerclaw looked angrier than before. He turned around, sheathed his claws, and walked away.

"Mouse-brain"

Graystripe grumbled under his breath. He looked down at the two small bundles of fur that had been sucking on their mother's milk. Graystripe looked delighted.

"Now let's take you back to RiverClan.."

"I'm staying, and the kits are too." Silverstream replied, smiling. "W-'what??" Graystripe said, looking confused. "B-but they have your blood... a- and...." "They have your blood too you know." Silverstream said, purring. ~Mansa123 (Unfinished)