I do not own Warriors or Black Label Society. They belong to Erin Hunter and Zakk Wylde, respectively. If I had owned Warriors, some cats would not have died and some traitors would have remained loyal.
Graystripe glanced at ThunderClan, marked by the Sunningrocks. To the cats there, he was an outcast now. Apart from Fireheart, Brackenfur and Cinderpelt, nobody would have cared about him now.
The muddy riverbank underfoot was near where he met Silverstream, where they had planned to have kits, near where Silverstream had delivered the kits and died.
I've been around this world, Yet I see no end.
All shall fade to black again and again.
This storm that's broken me, my only friend.
Yeah
With a stab of grief, he remembered the pretty silver tabby that helped him through the hard times and difficult struggles. Why did she have to die?
Graystripe remembered Fireheart, as the flame-pelted tom watched in horror and tried to help while Silverstream's life faded into the darkness of Silverpelt. All gone, all wasted.
He felt pain stab him. Stormkit and Featherkit were both gentle and kind, like their mother, but nothing could relieve him of the pain of losing Silverstream.
In this river all shall fade to black
In this river ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
Ain't no coming back
Leopardfur. She dropped many hints on Whiteclaw, the RiverClan warrior that Graystripe had accidentally pushed into the gorge about two seasons ago. Not even my new Clanmates care about me, Graystripe reflected.
Withdraw a step away, just to find myself
The door is closed again, the only one left
This storm that's broken me my only friend
Yeah
Can anything relieve him of the pain?
In this river all shall fade to black
In this river ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
Graystripe jumped into the river. Back in ThunderClan, he would have sunk right in and come out soaked to the bone. But eating fish made his skin keep bone-dry even if he had submerged.
Kicking powerfully, Graystripe swam toward Sunningrocks. Silverstream! I'm here!
He rose out and shook himself. Water sprayed the rocks and Graystripe was dry. He padded toward where the scent line was and went to a place between two tall rocks. Silverstream's body lay there, feeding the earth. And yet, her soul ran freely with StarClan now.
In this river all shall fade to black
In this river ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
Ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
In this river ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
In this river all shall fade to black
In this river ain't no coming back
In this river all shall fade to black
Ain't no coming back
Graystripe stiffened as something with darker gray fur and black stripes slipped out from between the rocks. Who's that?
Darkstripe strolled out. "Hey," he drawled, "isn't it the RiverThunder warrior?"
Graystripe narrowed his eyes. What was Darkstripe doing, wandering about on the Sunningrocks alone? He shook his head. ThunderClan's problems were none of his concern now.
He was a RiverClan cat now.