Wash away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you
No more love and no more pride.
The thoughts are all I have to do.
Graystripe watched Fireheart walk away, leaving him with his beloved Silverstream. His precious she-cat was dead and so were the two kits that she had died to give birth to. (A/N Remember, he thinks the kits are dead.)
Before he placed her in her grave, he gently tugged a clump of fur out of the silvery she-cat and put in the river.
"Silverstream is a part of the river now." He murmured, "As am I."
With that the gray tom stood up and began the long walk back to the ThunderClan camp.
Oooo..remember when it rained
Felt the ground and looked up high and called your name
Oooo...remember when it rained
In the darkness I remain
Graystripe came back to the grave on the anniversary of his mate's death. With five wildflowers tightly held in his mouth, he made his way across the river. He looked longingly at the ThunderClan part of the forest, wondering if he had made some kind of mistake in joining RiverClan. Then he realized that it would tear him in pieces to leave Stormkit and Featherkit, the only piece of Silverstream he had left.
Tears of hope run down my skin
Tears for you that will not dry
They magnify the one within
Let the outside slowly die...
Graystripe stood atop of a rock as Squirrelpaw, Firestar's daughter, gave him the news. Graystripe was back in ThunderClan, the deputy now. But, even as he tried to show no emotion, he cried out as Squirrelpaw told him that Feathertail, Silverstream's look-alike was dead. Stormfur, his son, looked as miserable as Graystripe felt, Graystripe whirled around and fled towards the river.
Oooo..remember when it rained
Felt the ground and looked up high and called your name
Oooo..remember when it rained
In the water I remain...running down.
When he reached the river, he saw a gray figure at Silverstream's grave.
"Is it Silverstream, or Feathertail?"
Instead, when he reached the river, he saw Mistyfoot sitting by Silverstream's grave. The she-cat looked up at him, her eyes full of sorrow.
"She couldn't know about Feathertail yet…"
Graystripe sat down and mumbled the grave news to his friend. Her eyes flew open with shock and she turned and went back into RiverClan territory. Graystripe realized that Mistyfoot was both Feathertail's as Silverstream's mentor.
Running down, running down
running down, running down,
running down, running down,
As the gray tom sat by the river, by the grave of the cat that he loved more than life itself, he silently took a clump of his own fur and put it in the river. He watched his own fur float down Silverstream's river, her silver stream as soon as the gray clump of fur was out of sight, he got up and turned and slowly walked back to camp.
ahhhhhhhh...running down