AN: I know, I know, another chapter? But I wanted to end the day on something closer to a cliffhanger. That, and I went outside. Fresh air does WONDERS for creativity, dontcha know?

Review responses:

Willowberry (aww, you get virtual cookies for your love. Not real ones, though. My dads cookies SUCK) wrote: "Wow! I checked my phone for notifications, and I discover I have three emails from one story! Three! That's the largest amount of chapters made I've seen in one day! You must love writing so much to be as dedicated as you are to your stories! If I were you, I'd consider being an author for a job when you're older! Also, are you using Crookedstar's Promise as a muse? Because if you are, I can definitely see how they relate. Cool chapters!"

Reply: "I post in chunks, so...plus, see above reasons. And yeah, I do love writing. I do plan being on an author asap, I basically breath stories 24/7. I'm working on some side projects right now to enter in contests (hopefully) that are, well, canon stuff. No spoilers! Also, yes, when I started writing Silverdawn and Silverstripe's characters interactions, I recognized a lot of Crookedstar's Promise like elements, but I promise, Silverdawn won't kill Silverstripe's whole family just to torture her. I think of it more of Silverstripe wanting and being promised power, but at some point she sees [CENSORED SPOILER CENSORED SPOILER], plus family and love and all that gushy stuff. No, I'm trying to stay original while still not completely changing it to seem more original. Glad you like it!"

~Topaz

Silverstripe

Silverstripe had had enough. She was tired of waking up with new wounds and having to answer questions. Now she had six kits asking her, and being around her twenty-four seven. She wanted to be a good warrior, but hurting herself training every night wasn't the way to go about it. She just wanted Silverdawn to ease up. Silverdawn was a Starclan cat, she wasn't heartless or stupid. She'd understand why Silverstripe needed to focus more on her clan and her family.

Silverstripe closed her eyes, and opened them to find herself once again in Starclan's hunting grounds. Silverdawn was standing there.

"I'm glad you decided to show up," she meowed, "Now, I think-"

"I can't come here anymore," Silverstripe blurted out. Silverdawn froze. "I mean, I want to be the best warrior, but I want to be the best mother I can be to my kits. I can't come right now." Silverdawn was silent. What would she say? Silverstripe watched her carefully for any reaction.

"I see," Silverdawn finally replied.

"You're not mad?" Silverstripe blurted out, relieved.

"Of course not," Silverdawn purred, "How could I be mad at you? You only want whats best for your family. I'll just...wait for you." Silverdawn seemed to be looking past Silverstripe.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll train twice as hard once they're apprenticed!" Silverdawn nosed her gently. Then Silverstripe closed her eyes, falling asleep again.