I was re-reading Fire and Ice recently, and I kept wondering who Silverstream's mother was. And in my mind I formed a story…let's see if it works.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, but technically I do own Silverstream's mother (Wow!). I think.

Prologue

Crookedstar's POV

"Stonepaw, Mistypaw, come forward please," I meowed.

The two gray apprentices stepped forward. My own apprentice, Stonepaw, stood solemn and proud, but his sister was trembling with excitement.

"I, Crookedstar, leader of RiverClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these two apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Stonepaw, Mistypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," Stonepaw meowed, more serious than I ever had seen him.

"I do," Mistypaw echoed, eyes gleaming in anticipation.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names: Stonepaw, from this moment you will be known as Stonefur. StarClan honors your steadfastness and bravery, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan."

Stonefur licked my shoulder, and then met my eyes for a moment. All the delight and satisfaction that I had had at my own warrior ceremony was mirrored in his eyes. Then he turned and padded to join his fellow warriors.

I turned to Mistypaw. "Mistypaw, from this moment you will be known as Mistyfoot. StarClan honors your trustworthiness and kindness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of RiverClan."

Mistyfoot licked my shoulder, and quickly joined the cats chanting, "Stonefur! Mistyfoot! Stonefur! Mistyfoot!" Their father, Oakheart, was cheering the loudest.

As the new warriors went off to begin their vigil and the other Clan cats retreated to their dens, I saw my daughter dash up to Mistyfoot, chattering excitedly. Mistyfoot gently pushed her away, leaving Silverpaw sitting alone, crestfallen, in the middle of the clearing.

I walked over to her. "Don't fret, Silverpaw. I think Mistyfoot wants to have her special moment right now. Soon enough you'll be a warrior, too."

Silverpaw sighed heavily. "I know." Then she looked up at me, blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "And then you'll make me deputy, right?"

I laughed. "Only if you-" Suddenly, I remembered. A certain she-cat, long ago, had asked me the exact same thing. A she-cat who was gone now. A she-cat with silver fur and merry green eyes….

"Crookedstar? Are you okay?"

I shook my head to clear it, and then purred, "Yes, I'm fine." Silverpaw yawned. "And it looks like you need to go to sleep, little one. Fawnspot told me you've been yawning in training sessions."

"I can't sleep. I look at the stars," replied Silverpaw, and trotted off, calling, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" I meowed, ambling to my den, thinking of another silver cat that used to be restless at night. Forget her. Stop thinking of her, she's gone, she's not coming back…

I kneaded my moss bedding in frustration and settled down to sleep. There was a small gap in the roof of my den, and the stars shone down on me brightly. I looked up. "Where are you, Forestcloud?"

Okay, okay not a great prologue. By the way, the rest of the story might have tidbits of Crookedstar's POV, but it's mostly Forestcloud's. Please read further…and review!