Graystripe swiftly looked around. Deciding the coast was clear, he slipped through an unknown hole in the bramble walls surrounding Thunderclan camp.
I should tell Bluestar about that. He thought, feeling guilty that his secret may be a threat to his clan.
No! Don't think like that! He shook himself. Though it seemed dangerous now, it- couldn't be a problem. It just couldn't. Shaking his head angrily, he found himself at Sunningrocks. On the opposite bank stood a beautiful she-cat. Graystripe had been meeting her for a moon now, but he would never get over her beauty, how her pelt shone like stars in the moonlight…
¨ Hello, handsome."
Starting, the tom realized that his mate and love was already by his side. Purring, he rubbed himself on her.
A fox shriek split the otherwise peaceful night. Whirling around, the handsome tom was confronted by the snarling creature. Flinging himself at it, his only thoughts were of Silverstream and her safety…
After minutes of dodging, twirling, and slashing that would have made his old mentor Lionheart proud. With a pang of guilt at this fault, Graystripe realized that his old mentor was probably watching him from Starclan, all right, but he was sure to be anything BUT proud.
A silver streak, as if the cat the pelt belonged to had harnessed the power of lightning and wind, and his mate was there. After a few more minutes' struggle, the fox was gone.
Looking into Silverstream´s eyes and seeing the warning there (for the clans were sure to have heard their and the foxeś battle cries). Graystripe dashed into the night. Boy would he have a bit of explaining to Fireheart to do when the morning came.