Reveiwers, fav-ers, followers, and kitties of all ages! Welcome to the fourth installment of Misty Flames, written by yours truly... Tansywish! *applause* In all seriousness, I'm really sorry for the long time it took for me to update! I actually wrote this chapter last night after a week and a half of writers block flu. I had a BRAIN LIGHTBULB! XD Thanks for your patience. Enjoy the chapter! :)

Disclaimer: Tansy obviously does not own Warriors. Zé idea belongs to lé KatieK101.

"Are you feeling alright, Mistyfoot?"

Silverstream turned her head to smooth down a tuft of shoulder fur. "You seem... off."

Mistyfoot lay her head down on her paws. The Gathering that night had seemed to go by too fast and she was confused about Fireheart's actions towards her. What is happening? Does he like me back the same way?

No. Mistyfoot, you're crazy.

I might not be totally out of my mind!

Oh, who am I kidding?

There's no way Fireheart likes me.

Come to think of it, there's no way I can like him either.

It's illegal.

I wish it wasn't.

No. I'm perfectly fine! It's the warrior code! What am I thinking?

I-

"Mistyfoot?" Silverstream snapped the blue- gray warrior out of a trance. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why would you think otherwise?"

"Well, you were socializing a bit too much with that ThunderClan warrior..." Silverstream instantly regretted her words.

"I've kept you're secret about Graystr-"

"Keep it down!" Silverstream hissed. Most of the RiverClan warriors had fallen asleep, but Blackclaw was still half- awake at the other side of the den. Mistyfoot frowned at her Clanmate.

"You know what you're doing is wrong!" The blue- gray she-cat hissed.

The silver warrior licked one paw and awkwardly drew it over an ear. "Well... It's love, Mistyfoot." She said simply. "And you can't stop us from being in love. You can try. But I don't think Clan boundaries matter. If it's love, it's love."

As Mistyfoot dozed off, she fell asleep pondering her good friend's words of wisdom.

Mistyfoot lay just outside RiverClan's warrior's den, sharing tounges with a lithe, light gray tom. Though he, in turn, helped groom his littermate's pelt, his gaze was not focused on her.

The she-cat got a mischievous look on her face. "Still got your eye on Shadepaw, I see," she teased.

"She's almost ready to receive her warrior name, and she'll make a good warrior." Stonefur defended himself.

Mistyfoot purred with amusement. "I'm just teasing," she meowed, rising to her paws. "I'm happy for you."

Stonefur blinked gratefully at his sister. "Thanks,"

Mistyfoot put the mysterious face on again. "Are you sure she's going to get her warrior name soon? I thought you took more relaxing strolls in the forest than hunting lessons or battle practice."

The gray tom stood up also, playfully shoving Mistyfoot to the side. "She learns a lot quickly!"

"What are you two talking about?"

Silverstream padded up to the play- fighting siblings, who quickly regained their posture and stood upright. "Nothing," Stonefur mumbled.

The gray she-cat locked her gaze on Mistyfoot. "Could you come hunting with me? Alone?" There was an edge to her mew. "Please?" Mistyfoot could tell by the look in her eyes that she needed her to go. Something also told her that they wouldn't be hunting.

"Alright. See you later, Stonefur."

The gray warrior nodded before he padded off to his apprentice. "I told Shadepaw we'd go hunting this morning."

"I'm sure she'll learn a lot." Mistyfoot meowed sarcastically. Stonefur just rolled his eyes, and Silverstream looked confused. When her littermate walked away, Silverstream began to lead her towards the camp entrance. "I need to tell you something." She whispered.

When the two were well away from the camp, Silverstream sat down by a bush and gestured for Mistyfoot to do the same.

"Well?" Mistyfoot prompted her friend after a few moments of awkward silence.

Silverstream pawed at the ground nervously. "I'm- I'm expecting kits." Her voice cracked.

"That's great, Silverstream!" Mistyfoot exclaimed. But the blue- gray she-cat's excitement was short lived when she realized with a sinking heart who the father was. Graystripe. Her kits were half- clan.

Silverstream choked back tears. "What will I do? What will I say to Crookedstar? What will I say to Graystripe?"

Mistyfoot, being a more experienced and older warrior than the silver she-cat, had always been able to give her advice. But now, she had nothing to say. "I- I don't know, Silverstr-"

Mistyfoot cut herself off in mid-sentence. She smelled a familiar, yet unfamiliar stench. One that should not be smelled in RiverClan territory. ThunderClan!

"Silverstream," Mistyfoot whispered. "You smell that?" The she-cat nodded feebly. Mistyfoot rose to her paws, and so did Silverstream. The blue- gray she-cat picked up the scent trail and stopped in front of a huge juniper bush after a few moments of stalking. She dropped into a crouch, and in an instant, sprang behind the bush. She was very surprised with what she saw.

Graystripe and... Fireheart!

Dun dun DUNNNNN! :) Another cliffhanger! Or at least one cliffhanger!

Im waiting. Is anybody going go to say it? Oh alright I'll say it myself! HAPPY 12TH BIRTHDAY TANSY! *confetti appears out of nowhere and applause and hoots sound* Thank you, pre-recorded birthday track! XD By the way, my b-day was on he 9th so I guess it's belated.

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