** This story was also brought to you by xFallingStarsx. I'm sorry it took so long, but it is hard to write about a cat that can't talk. It is going to get harder to get a cat in Shadowed Hearts Chain (thanks to Schmancy-Fancy-Kittah for that wonderful name.) I'm becoming a little more strict. I have decided that the full story will be Ravenflight because I got so many questions about her.**

Waterstream: The Silent Witness

Every cat has a story to tell no matter what it might bring into the world. That tale can't be kept a secret with it destroying the mind. It is something that needs to be released and needs to be shared.

A RiverClan she-cat is born with a terrible curse; she can't tell anyone the things she saw.

The bright newleaf sun was reflecting onto the fast paced river that was flooded with recently melted snow. The prints of past hunting patrols were impressed into the mud on the riverbank.

RiverClan cats were lounging around their camp sharing news of the day. The beautiful weather made them all lucid and drowsy. The camp was like a dream world, perfect in every way.

It wasn't perfect for one poor she-cat. Waterstream was laying in the shaded corner of camp watching cats laugh, smile, or shout to their friends that surrounded them. None of them seemed to notice Waterstream was even there.

None of the bothered to call out to her even if that had seen her. What was the point; they all knew she couldn't answer. The medicine had determined as soon as she was born, that Waterstream would never speak a word in her life. She was mute.

That didn't stop her from having friends. At the moment, her closest friend, Frostflower, was too busy talking to her mate to notice the lonely look in Waterstream's eyes. Hers were misted over with happiness.

Waterstream looked around to the other cats that made up the Clan. Every single one was gossiping with their mate. Even the elders and apprentices were sitting in a closely knit circle.

Something moved in the corner of her eyes. A pale gray she-cat moved into the medicine den with a mouthful of herbs.

'Of course,' thought Waterstream. 'Iceglimmer will have some stories that I can listen to. She doesn't have a mate to spend sun-high with.' With a smile on her face, Waterstream made her way to the medicine den.

When she stepped inside, Iceglimmer was bent over a young warrior. She looked up when Waterstream walked in. "Can you move out of the light Waterstream?" she asked sweetly. "I have to get this thorn out of Rapidshade's paw."

Waterstream did as instructed and moved to the corner, so Iceglimmer could see what she was doing.

Iceglimmer just looked at her. "Did you injure yourself Waterstream?" Waterstream shook her head. "No, than why are you here. Can't you see I'm busy. Go back outside."

Feeling dejected once again, Waterstream walked outside. She sat down right beside Frostflower and listened to every word she said. She closed her eyes and pretended that it wasn't Nightheart she was talking to, but herself.

Nightheart moved even closer to his mate. Frostflower purred at his sudden movement, and wiggled so their sides were completely pressed against each other. They had a lovesick look in their eyes.

The black tom turned his head the tiniest bit and whispered into his mate's ear. "What do you saw we go down to the river, darling?" His voice rolled sweetly off his tongue.

Frostflower smiled dazedly at her wonderful mate. She stood slowly rose to her feet. "That sounds beautiful, Nightheart. Let's go right now when the sun is high and its light warms our pelts."

The two mates left the RiverClan camp and made their way over to the river. With nothing better to do, Waterstream followed.

She had been trained as a warrior despite her handicap, so she knew how to creep silently along the river bank. It took all her skills to follow them without them noticing she was slowly stalking behind them.

When they settled themselves on the warmed Sunning Rocks, Waterstream settled herself across the flowing river. The sun falling on her pelt made her drowsy and slightly uncomfortable.

She shifted her head into a more comfortable position. She couldn't see the two lovers, but she was no longer getting a painful cramp in her neck.

When the pain dulled, she turned back to face her friend and her mate. Her eyed widened by what she saw. Nightheart was holding Frostflower's head in the river.

Waterstream could see her friend struggling to move. Nightheart held her firmly beneath the surface and there was no chance for Waterstream to get to her without being seen.

So instead, she raced back to the RiverClan camp. The sound of her charging through the entrance caused the lounging cats to look up to her.

The leader lazily rose his head from his arms. "What do you want Waterstream? It was peaceful until you came bursting in here like ThunderClan had learned to swim and had just attacked."

Waterstream had never hated more the fact that she couldn't speak. She pointed down to where the river lay and drew a claw across her throat, but all she received was black stares.

Whitestar eventually got feed up with Waterstream's miming. "Streamfrost and Stormwash, go see what the problem is."

The two warriors look upset to be risen from their relaxing chat, but they moved to follow the leader none the less. They slowly made their way down to the river despite Waterstream's doubling back and motioning them to hurry.

When they got there, a terrible sight greeted their eyes. Nightheart was laying beside the raging river with his head buried in the soft mud on the bank. The warriors could hear the sobs raking through his chest.

Streamfrost immediately started looking for a way to cross the river. It was flowing a lot faster than it just had been. They had no choice but to take the long way across the stepping stones.

Nightheart looked up at the three cats with the most saddened look any of the cats had ever seen. Waterstream felt sorry for him until she remember what he had done to Frostflower. He had been the one that killed her, why was he sad?

"She just fell in," cried Nightheart, totally fooling the two naive warriors. "I tried to catch her, but she just was just sweep out of my paws."

Waterstream tried to shake her head to try to get them to understand that the black tom was just playing with them. Stormwash just gave a Waterstream a thankful look. "You tried Waterstream. There was nothing more you could have done. Don't take her loss so hard."

Leaving Nightheart in the two innocent warrior's hands. Waterstream walked back to camp. She ducked into her burrow to ignore the stares that burned into her pelt.

Exhausted and feeling guilt for her best friend's death, she slept fitfully. Frostflower kept popping up in her head.

When she finally awoke, bags were formed under her eyes. She was freed from the accusing glares her friend kept sending her in her dreams.

"You have to kill Nightheart." the voice said. Waterstream looked around the camp, but no one had spoken. Suddenly Frostflower appeared in front of her. No one had seen her appearance but Waterstream.

Waterstream wiggled her head and shoulders in a way that meant 'what are you doing here?'

The imaginary Frostflower smiled at her friend, knowing exactly what she was asking. "I'm here to get revenge. You going to help me, right?"

The she-cat in question shook her head. She couldn't kill a cat, that just wasn't right. Just because Nightheart broke the warrior code didn't mean she could.

Frostflower looked away from Waterstream and faked tears coming down her face. "I thought you were my friend. You would do this for a friend."

Waterstream quickly nodded. When Frostflower put it like that, there was no way she could refuse without losing her only friend. If she had been murdered, she would have wanted the same thing, right?

What she wanted didn't matter. This was about what her only friend wanted. Frostflower had done so many things for her, now she could do one thing for Frostflower.

She walked down to the river where Nightheart had pushed Frostflower under the water. He would be back to make sure all evidence of his action was gone. Even better, he would go alone.

Waterstream was starting to wish she had eaten when Nightheart appeared. He silently navigated across the calm river that rapid only yesterday. When he got to the other side, he scanned the area.

This was when Waterstream made her move. She silently slid into the river without making a single sound that could be heard over the moving water. It was only when she emerged that Nightheart saw her.

"This was the last place I saw her, you know," whispered Nightheart sadly, still playing the part of a robbed loved one. "I would have told her how much I loved her if I had seen her death coming."

Waterstream saw Frostflower appear behind Nightheart. She smiled a sick smile and walked closer to the black tom. The fact that she remained silent (not like she could have said anything) scared Nightheart even more.

He tried backing away, but his back scrapped against the Sunning Rocks. "Don't take her loss like this," begged Nightheart. "She wouldn't want to be the cause of your hatred to me."

The Frostflower that was standing on top of the Sunning Rocks smiled a scary smile. "He caused your hatred towards him. He must be killed for me rest peacefully."

Nightheart showed no signs of hearing Frostflower which made her even more convinced of his evilness. How dare he not pay attention to his mate. He had to have loved her at one point.

Waterstream took one more step closer and drew a claw across her throat. Even if she couldn't speak, the meaning was clear to Nightheart. "Your dead," it said.

"I never did anything to deserve what you are doing to me. I just lost my poor mate as you lost you best friend." told Nightheart in the voice he had used to deceive Stormwash and Streamfrost.

That was enough smooth talking for Waterstream. She suddenly sprang from her stop and leaped on top of Nightheart's back. With one well executed bite, Nightheart toppled over dead.

Waterstream tried to pick up his body, but even in death, Nightheart was a big cat. He just weighed to much for Waterstream to carry him somewhere she could bury him.

That was when Frostflower appeared smiling a revealed smile. "You are the best friend a she-cat could ever have. Now just push him in the river and the deed will be done."

With Frostflower smiling down on her, she pushed Nightheart across the smooth mud that lined the riverside. He slid easily across without needing much help.

She was about to walk back into camp like nothing had ever happened, but than she saw Leopardpaw staring down at her. The apprentice's eyes were filled with the unspoken horror of what she had just witnessed. She didn't wait for an explanation, just ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.

Frostflower moved from behind Waterstream to hovering over the water in front of her. "Come in here and swim until you reach the horizon. You can be with me again."

Turning her back on the world she had grown up in, Waterstream let the river sweep her away to where Frostflower was in the damp world of the Dark Forest.

No one would ever know the truth of what had really happened. Frostflower would always be the unfortunate mate, Nightheart would always play the part of the unlucky lover, and Waterstream would be stared in the role of villain.

Waterstream was just an terrible cursed cat because she couldn't tell anyone what she had seen. It was here own mind that killed her in the end.

The elders say that the spirits of three cats haunt the muddy ground at the bass of Sunning Rocks. They say their souls forever pace the ground they last walked on. They still live on in story, but their names have been forgotten after so many tellings.

**Please remeber to review. Evil cats still have normal names, they were all born innocent kits. I'm no longer excepting cats with shadow, black, or night in their names. Also, not all evil cats are black. I have serval cats lined up; Dovesong: The Exiled Savior, Lionstorm: The Mastermind, Sunnysong: The Vain, Blackstorm: The Uninvited,Winterflash: The Heartbroken, Smallfang: The Runner, Coldstar: The United, Nightclimb: The Instigator, Indigoswirl: The Forgotten Prophecy, Banestar: The Tryant, Torntail: The Collector,Tigerstrike: The Brother, Fawnstorm: The Vengful, Minnowsing: The Wisher, Nightrose: The Exterminator, Foxshade: The Translator, Iris: The Useless, Rosethorn: The Mate, Iceflash: The Poisoner, Fallensun: The Manipulator, Stormstreak: The Whisperer, Chase: The Hero, Moonstream: The Dreamer, Nightshade: The Reaper, Silverstorm: The Revenge, Snowfrost: The False Prophet, and Lionshard: The Faker**

***Changes: Demonstorm: The Retalitor changed to Silverstorm: The Revenge. Nightfrost to Snowfrost. Lionvain into Lionshard. Goldenslash will not be featured.***