This is a collection challenges I do for CharlieClan. It is a forum I joined. Link in my profile if you want to join! :P There will be more after this one (None of them are realated to each other)

Streamfur's paw hung in the air waiting to strike. The river swam before her eyes, twinkling with light. Suddenly, there was a silver flash, and Streamfur dove her paw in, hitting the fish, sending it flying to the bank. "Yes!" she exclaimed, picking up the fish she had just caught and another fish she had caught earlier. She headed back to the RiverClan camp and dropped the fish in the fresh-kill-pile.

"Why are you up?" a voice sounded behind her. She swung her head around to see Stormtide, her mate. He was a gray tabby tom with one white ear and sky blue eyes. Heat crawled up her pelt at the sight of the muscular tabby, but Streamfur forced herself to put on a glare, determined to win the fight to come. "You're supposed to be in the nursery!"

"I'm fine. I'm not even close to kitting, Storm!" she hissed, ruffling her pale silver coat. Her black ears twitched and her teal blue eyes flamed with annoyance. Stormtide snuggled close to the pregnant she-cat. He licked her white chest.

"I'm just concerned for you and our kit's safety," he murmured. "I don't want to lose you guys," Streamfur rolled her eyes and sat down.

"I'm fine." She glanced at her barley swollen belly. "But can I go out one more time? Then I'll go back."

Stormtide sighed. "Fine. But I'm coming with you." He swished his tail and got up, Streamfur following close behind him. She bounded ahead and splashed her front paws into the river.

"Let's hunt!" she meowed. Stormtide placed himself next to her, bumping his hips against hers, causing Streamfur to miss her catch. "Why you flea-pelt!" she giggled and bumped him back. Stormtide laughed, but was cut off when his paws got tangled over a medium sized stone.

Splash! Stormtide's tabby fur dissapeared under the rushing water. His paws churned, but it was no use. The river was swollen today from the extra rain a few sunrises ago. "Stormtide!" Streamfur screeched, racing along the back of the angry river. She tried and failed several times to grip what limb she could find of her mate's and bring him to shore, but it was no use. As Stormtide went under again, Streamfur screamed. Her teal orbs flicked from side to side. Stormtide was no where to be seen, causing Streamfur to scream again. "No! STORMTIDE!" she cried.

A patrol thundered behind her, and her brother came up, panting. "What's wrong? Where's Stormtide?" The questions were to much for Streamfur to bare. It's all my fault. All mine. I'm so stupid! Why couldn't I have listened to him! Tears pricked in her eyes, threatning to spill. Why?

Streamfur walked along the shore of the river. The shrivled daisies were still there from the three moons ago when Stormtide had been lost on that fateful day. Streamfur looked to her swollen belly, guilt gnawing in her belly. Her paws dragged as she made her way back to camp. She looked to her left, seeing Swirltail, Stormtide's sister, whisper to her close friend Autumnfall as the queen passed. The two she-cats laughed, angling their ears at Streamfur.

Streamfur curled up into her nest in the nursery, drifting into a restless sleep, reliving the horrifying day that had kept haunting her sleep. Stormtide was there, laughing and smiling at her. She saw herself unsheath her claws and rip them across his throat. Blood spattered on the ground and on to her chest fur. His sky blue eyes flashed with surprise, then betrayal. "Why?" was all the gray tabby whispered before falling into the angry river.

Suddenly, red hazed her vision. Pain flared in her stomach. Streamfur whimpered, waking up from the terrible dream. "Help!" she yelped, cringing again. Her stomach rippled and she spasmed. "Aagh!"

Lilyripple rushed in, herbs dangling from her jaws. Streamfur closed her eyes and breathed out a grief filled sigh. She hissed in pain as her first kit slid out, the white medicine cat pushing the kit towards her belly. "A tom," Lilyripple whispered. Streamfur peaked an eye open, greeted with an exact miniture of her dead mate. She sniffed and closed her eyes again as her stomach rippled again.

Her teeth gritted as another bundle slid out. Again, Lilyripple cleaned and pushed the kit towards her belly. "Another tom," the green-eyed medicine cat murmured again. Streamfur risked a look at the newest kit, seeing a silver tabby tom with a black paw. A shriek escaped her jaws as she tried to push the last kit out. "This one is big." Lilyripple informed her. Streamfur hissed and pushed, the rebellious kit finaling greeting the world. It wailed and was silenced as the medicine cat cleaned the small kit off. Lilyripple pushed it towards her belly, muttering, "A she-cat,"

Streamfur opened her eyes and saw herself as a kit, only the kit had white ears, not black. "Stormkit," Streamfur pointed with her tail to Stormtide's mini. "Currentkit," gesturing to the middle kit. "And Streamkit," She then looked Lilyripple in the eyes and mewed, "Have Featherdusk take care of them. Tell them 'I'm sorry and I love you.'"

"Why-" Lilyripple began, but she was cut off with her own shriek as Streamfur unsheathed her claws a ran them into her neck. I'm sorry Stonetide, she thought silently as starry outlined cats greeted her, sending her to Silverpelt...

Yeah... Not exactly one of my best ones. The ending was sad, I know. I know.