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We have 27 chatpers written already.. so we will update fast. I'll leave it go for a little while and leave just the first few chappys up. Thanks to our reviewers!


Chapter 4. by silverstorm

Stream smiled at her sister.

"Of course," She meowed firmly. Silver was her sister and best friend, nothing would ever change that. Even if they argued sometimes.. or a lot They moved into the territory that Stream knew as StormClan. She glanced at Silver. She was nerveous about pulling off their mission.

Or are you worried that the Clan cats won't like you? Asked a part of Stream. She tried to shake this thought away, but maybe she was right. Stream had to admit it, she wanted the Clan cats to like her.
Stream was jolted from her thoughts by a startled hiss from Silver.

"I smell a patrol, look helpless and cute!" Stream put on an innocent face. Silver even went as far as to whimper. The StormClan patrol got closer. Stream sat down on the ground and tried to look lost. The first cat broke through the undergrowth.

"What do we have here?" she mewed. Stream was afraid now. It was a big orange she-cat, probably a seasoned warrior who could rip her and Silver to shreds. More cats appreared behind the orange she-cat.

"Explain yourselves!" a small gold spotted tom mewed. Silver took it upon herself to look terrified. Stream took inhaled and mewed,

"My sister and I are lost! We are hungry and cold. Our parents are.." she paused dramaticly. "...dead."

"Well dont trespass on our territory!" The small spotted tom growled.

"Awh lighten up, Spottedtail," The orange she-cat meowed sympathetically. "What are your names?" She asked.

"I'm Silver," Silver piped up. "and that's my sister, Stream."

"Well you certiantly look like sisters." the she-cat of StormClan said.

"For StarClan's sake, Orangewhisker, stop wasting your time and send these cats on their way!" The cat called Spottedtail hissed unkindly. Stream recalled the clans' ways of naming.

"Nawh," Orangewhisker replied. "We'll take them to Glowingstar," Stream thought she detected a hint of mischeif in the orange warriors voice.

"Fine," Spottedtail grumbled.

"Come this way!" A white tom mewed, taking the lead.
Stream glanced at Silver. Stream felt guitly that the lies about her "dead parents" had come so easily to her. A black and white tom cat fell behind the StormClan cats. He looked about Stream and Silver's age.

"Hi, I'm Tallpaw!" He mewed amiably. Stream, who was usally out going and hte opposite of timind, was suddenly feeling a little shy.

"Hi," she mewed quietly. Tallpaw flicked his ears to Silver.

"I'm really sorry about your parents." He mewed. Stream could tell that his words were true;his tail actully hung to the ground for a moment.

"Tallpaw! come here! I see a rabbit ahead!" came the voice of the white tom who had taken the lead. "That's my mentor," Tallpaw said. "I'll talk to you later!" he called over his shoulder, racing to the head of the line.

Stream stared after him. She noticed that he was an impressive cat. Tallpaw's muscles pounded from beneath his pelt, which was a little unkempt, but looked nice all the same.

"What an adorable little clan cat tom." Silver teased, following her sister's gaze. "Feel a soft stop for him allready?"

"No, I was looking ahead of him, at that Spottedtail." Stream lied quickly.

"Sure.." Silver mewed. The cats cleared a fallen tree.

"We're almost to the camp!" Orangewhisker yowled. Silver pulled a little ahead of Stream, which gave her a second to reflect on ways that she could get to know Tallpaw better.