Rain, pain, memories
My first ever SparkClan challenge! Sorry that it's a little short.
I don't own Warriors, k? I'm not planning on owning it either.
Greystripe wandered listlessly through the forest. Sure, he had his kits and they were perfect, but since Silverstream died nothing else had seemed worth his while. He shuddered as he recalled how her life had bled out onto the rocks. He lay down and put his head between his paws, trying to block out the memory of her pain filled yowls. Greystripe shook his head sharply and let out a mew of sorrow.
And what of his kits? They didn't have the mother that they deserved! Again Greystripe questioned his decision to keep them in ThunderClan; surely what Featherkit and Stormkit needed was a way to feel connected to their birth mother. Could they have that in ThunderClan?
The sky rumbled above him and it began to rain…
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Greystripe had returned to ThunderClan. It had been a wrench to let go of that little piece of Silverstream that was their kits, but he had done the right thing, of that he was sure. As he walked through the forest as a ThunderClan cat once more, he dived into his memories of Silverstream. The gentle purr that rose in her throat when she saw him. The easy way she had navigated the river. The sweet smell of her fur.
He curled into a ball in the bracken and it began to rain.
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Carried away from the forest in a twoleg van, Greystripe resigned himself to a lonely, miserable existence. He suspected that he would end up like Cloudtail, in some silly twoleg den and swore that he would return to the forest if it was the last thing he did. He tried to find a comfortable position on the floor of the cage. Suddenly, the sweetest smell he knew enveloped him and Silverstream's whisper echoed in his ear. Rest, my handsome warrior, and return.
Water droplets pattered on the roof as it began to rain.
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Greystripe wandered around the new territory thoughtfully. He and Millie had finally found them! His sense of victory was dulled, however, by the fates of his kits. One dead, one living in the barren mountains. He sighed, he hoped that Silverstream approved of Millie. It had come as a shock to him too; falling in love twice. Once Silverstream had died, he'd never imagined taking another mate. Millie was far from a replacement Silverstream, in fact, Greystripe reflected, they were very different. Millie did not dull the pain left by Silverstream's death, but she did offer Greystripe a happy future. Greystripe pondered his dead mate and his kits and thought wryly, I love walking in the rain because no one can see my pain.
