Mysticsoul11: I do not in any way own the character or ideas of Warriors. It belongs to the wonderful Erin Hunter. This is a collection of Warriors oneshots. The first one is Crookedstar's thoughts about Silverstream. It's Titled, "My Light."

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Silverstream.

Silverstream, my daughter, my warrior, my pride. I can still remember the day she was born. Her mother's yowls of agony and her pitiful mews as she was born. I looked down at the single silver tabby she-cat. The only kit. I was disappointed at first. Just one, but staring into her green eyes made me realize how special she was. I had licked her forehead warmly and nudged her to her mother.

The day she began speaking. Her first words was, "Father! Crookedstar!" She yowled as soon as I padded into camp. She slammed into me and I almost dropped the fish in my jaws. I purred and carried my fresh-kill over to the fresh-kill pile to play with my daughter.

I had been thinking of her mentor since she was three moons. I was beaming with pride as I thought of my daughter as Silverpaw. She would make a great warrior someday, I had thought. I sat near the nursery watching as Silverkit play with Blackkit and Whitekit. She was purring and dodging blows that the toms were throwing at her. Blackkit had leaped for her, but she darted to the side and stuck out a paw. He tripped and stumbled. Whitekit had mrrowed in laughter.

My little warrior, I had thought.

Her mother sneaked up on me, padding behind me, and wrapping her tail around me. Her bright blue eyes danced with amusement. "She's perfect." She had mrrowed. I had agreed and we had spent the day with her just watching the kits and for once forgetting I was leader.

Silverstream and her mother had that effect. The next day I had named Leopardfur as a warrior.

Leopardfur was a good warrior. I had thought about being mentor to Silverkit myself, but decided against it. At six moons I gave Silverpaw to Leopardfur. She returned from hunting that day with a large fish in her jaws, tail stuck up and head raised. She had caught it by herself, Leopardfur said. On her first try.

She was respected. Not just because she was my daughter, but for her strengths. It was not only that. She was easy to get along with. She was quiet and gentle and always followed the rules. She had gotten that from her mother. But Silverpaw spoke out if she thought something was wrong. She had gotten that from me. She also had compassion and ability to love easily. That was as much as a flaw to me as it was to her a strength.

I remember the day clearly. The day my mate was killed.

Silverpaw, her mother, Leopardfur, Oakpaw, and Graypool were on patrol of Sunningrocks. We would finally take back what Thunderclan had taken from us.

We ran into a Thunderclan patrol, as we anticipated, and fought. We were forced to retreat before I saw her. Standing over her blood stained pelt, was the gray tom Thistleclaw. I had hissed and prepared to kill him. I was close with my unsheathed claws inches from his face. Silverpaw pulled me away. Her eyes were wide as she helped me pull her mother to camp. She was my light from now on. I would let no one touch her.

My Silverpaw.

I trained her with Leopardfur, teaching her everything she need to know. Moons later, I decided she was ready for her warrior ceremony. I wanted her to have the best name. I sat at the edge of the stream, thinking. Then it hit me. I would name her Silverstream, for she was as important to me as the stream was to Riverclan. At moonhigh, I had her ceremony. "Leopardfur." I had meowed trying to keep the purr out of my voice. "Is Silverpaw ready to become a warrior?"

Her head raised and she meowed proudly, "Yes, I have taught her everything she need to know."

Silverpaw bounded to me and I repeated the words I and other leaders before us had used, "I Crookedstar, leader of Riverclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this young apprentice. She has trained hard to learn the ways of your noble warrior code and I commend her to you as a warrior in turn." I turned to her, eyes beaming with pride. "Silverpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

The last four words sent shivers down my spine, but Silverpaw had proudly meowed, "I do." Moonlight danced upon her making her silver tabby fur shine.

"Then by the powers of Starclan I give you your warrior name. Silverpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Silverstream. Starclan honors your compassion and strength and we welcome you as a full warrior of Starclan." I purred. She was shaking as I rested my muzzle on her licked my shoulder. "Silverstream! Silverstream!" Our clanmates yowled.

I stayed in the entrance of my den, watching her all night. She lived up to veryone's expections as a warrior. One day, she started leaving camp to hunt more and more. At the battle with Windclan and Thunderclan I saw an odd sight.

Silverstream attacked Fireheart of Thunderclan. I was ready to defend her when I heard the other new warrior Graystripe yowl, "Silverstream! No!" She froze and let the ginger tom go. She bounded away, Graystripe following. I saw no more because Tigerclaw attacked, nearly killing me.

I burst with pride as she told me she was expecting kits. And then she was gone. Mistyfoot told me Silverstream was hunting near Sunningrocks. I panicked, but I was forced to stay in camp. Later I learned she had died buring the birth. The kits, however, were still alive. I no longer had her mother or Silverstream and I wanted my grandkits in my Clan. I sent Leopardfur, who had been made deputy, to retrieve the kits. She came back with the kits and the father Graystripe.

I let him stay for it was what Silverstream would want.

When the fire destroyed Thunderclan's camp I let them stay at our camp. I noticed Graystripe very close to the warriors. It made me hostile to him, but instead I turned away and reminded myself it was repaying a debt.

Not long after, I died of old age. I was on my last life and was ready to visit Starclan. I remember that day. I had glanced around at my surroundings. Then I heard Silverstream's and her mother's voice, "Welcome Crookedstar." They chorused. "Are you ready?" I glanced back at Leopardfur, who was grieving over my dead body. " I am." I meowed.

I was finally happy. With my mate, my friends, and my daughter, my light, my Silverstream.

Silverstream was my light.