A/N Sorry for the long wait, but I left my Warriors Fanfic book at Borders and just went to get it back a few days ago. I fail.
You saved me… in more ways than one
GrayxSilver
The gray tom glanced furtively back and forth before creeping out of camp. He padded along the familiar paths to his new favorite spot—Fourtrees. When he reached it, he was only kept waiting a moment, when the beautiful and sweet scent washed over him.
"Graystripe!" his love purred, twining her tail with his.
"Silverstream…" he murmured. "I've missed you so much,"
The silver she-cat let out a mrrow of amusement. "It's only been two sunrises,"
"That's too long, I want to spend every moment with you," Graystripe meowed softly, licking her between the ears.
"I do too," Silverstream rasped her tongue across his muzzle. "But unfortunately, that's not possible,"
"There's one thing that will connect us forever," Graystripe mewed.
Silverstream look puzzled, and then her eyes widened as the realization came to her. "You mean… Oh, Graystripe, I would love to,"
RiverClan camp, after the flood began
"Graystripe, I have to tell you something!" Silverstream hissed. At first, Graystripe thought she was angry, but then he saw happiness glimmering in her eyes. "I'm going to have your kits!" she whispered.
Graystripe thought he would burst with pride. "That's amazing, I can't believe it!" I'm going to be a father, he thought. A father…
That fateful day
"Hold on, Silverstream!" Cinderpaw growled.
"Silverstream!" Graystripe pleaded. "Don't leave me," he whispered. "I love you too much,"
"I love you too, Graystripe. Take care of our kits, and please," her eyes shadowed with grief and she lowered her voice to no more than a whisper. "Tell my father… there was never a leader like him," The beautiful silver tabby's body rippled for a final time, and then she was still.
Graystripe stood, stunned by sadness, as he felt his heart shatter. Only vaguely aware of Fireheart and Tigerclaw, he leaned down and buried his nose in his beloved's fur. "Good-bye, my dear Silverstream," he murmured. "StarClan receive you with honor,"
A while later, he stood with is best friend on the riverbank. "I buried her here, she loved the water so much," he turned to Fireheart. "Where are the kits? They should have been buried with her,"
"Buried?" Fireheart looked puzzled. "Graystripe, the kits are alive!"
"Alive?" Graystripe repeated hoarsely. "Silverstream's kits—my kits?" As Fireheart nodded, the pieces of Graystripe's heart began to put themselves back together. Graystripe swore to himself that he would always be with them… to teach them how beautiful their mother was.
A/N: R&R! If someone has a request, I'll do it before I do anything else.