Gasp! A longer chapter! This one has hidden meaning, which I will reveal at the end. Cookies for anyone that gets it, but... you probably won't, since it has to do with my life. Unless you stalk me, in which case, creeper!!

Stripes

The brown tabby slid from the bushes at the sight of her mate. She purred as she walked up to the tom, a lighter brown version of her own markings. "Compasivo," she purred, pressing against his side. "I am delighted to see you."

Compasivo licked her head. "As am I, my dear. As am I. Those Clan cats gave me a hard time when I tried to get through their territory. Chased me out," he said, his voice smooth and soft. The she-cat pressed harder against him and purred loudly.

"Those Clan cats are selfish."

"Now, now, Kleine Inham. Don't judge," Compasivo said smiling. He flicked his tail over her ear. "What do you say to a quick run through WindClan territory?"

Inham smiled, showing her pointed teeth. "Yes, I would enjoy this very much."

The two cats entwined their brown tails and padded along until they came to WindClan territory. They quickly padded in a circle, then took off into the territory. To their delight, a patrol was just coming over one of the many hills. A call echoed across the moor, and then the Clan cats came chasing after them.

The loners smiled and laughed as they ran crazily across the moor, trying to confuse the StarClan out of the warriors. Compasivo looked at Inham and grinned.

"I love you, Inham," he called.

"I love you too, Compasivo!" she replied, laughing at the bliss of the moment.

Well, you know how these go. Something always goes wrong.

Compasivo squinted and looked ahead. He could hear water crashing against rocks. "The gorge is ahead," he warned his mate.

"Let's jump it! These fools will never follow us over the water," Inham called.

"It'll be dangerous."

"Good."

They continued to run, and Compasivo was alarmed as he saw the Clan cats coming closer. "Hurry," he hissed, panting and continuing to run. He watched as Inham quickly cleared the huge gorge in front of them. He unsheathed his claws and leaped. Then he felt something catch his tail, and he fell.

"Compasivo!" Inham screeched, watching as a WindClan warrior bit into his tail. She watched him plummet toward the water in horror. Her mate's body crashed into the water, and she heard him cry out in pain. Inham ran along the ravine as Compasivo was carried by the water.

"I won't lose you!" she screamed. Watch the stripes, she thought, keeping her eyes on the tabby stripes on her mate's pelt. Never. Lose sight. Of the stripes.

Mmk, so, Compasivo means 'compassionate' in Spanish. Compassionate/Merciful is the meaning of the name John, which is where the origion of the name Jack came from. Jack is the boy I have a huge crush on. Kleine Inham means 'Small Cove' in Dutch, which is the meaning of my name. Get that? I put me and my crush in a story in a complex way! Woot!