I'M HALFWAY DONE!!! XD XD XD I doubt I'll win, though…Amberleaf is already on chapter 55…Oh well! I'll try my best!

…Meep, this one's hard. o.o

By the way, people, I change POVs when Lightflower goes to get Sparrowpaw! It changes from Ripplestream's to Lightflower's.

OUT COLD

"Streamripple?" Ripplestream cried, crouching beside the limp gray body and prodding it. "Streamripple! Please answer me! Are you all right?"

Lightflower, the medicine cat, scurried over to them. "How cruel of ShadowClan to attack us in our own camp!" she was muttering, and then gasped when she saw Streamripple's body. "Great StarClan!"

"Will she be okay?" Ripplestream asked desperately. Lightflower didn't respond; instead she demanded, "Help me carry her to my den."

Once Streamripple was inside the medicine den and safely nestled in a soft moss nest, Lightflower began giving orders to her apprentice, Sparrowpaw. "Fetch me some marigold, cobwebs, comfrey leaves, and some poppy seeds. And hurry!"

Ripplestream felt lightheaded. Everything felt like a blur, whizzing past him like a gust of wind. His heart hammered quickly and Ripplestream thought it would burst from his chest. No. No! She can't die. She can't. She has to live. I love her too much for her to die now. Why? Why, StarClan? Please let her live. Please. I…I'll do anything.

Sparrowpaw jolted him from his thoughts. "You need to stay outside of the den," he mewed quietly. Ripplestream dipped his head and backed out of the den, casting one last desperate glance at his mate, lying in the nest of moss with Lightflower hovering over her. He sighed and sat down, his tail-tip flicking restlessly. Sparrowpaw disappeared into the den, and reappeared a moment later with a leaf in his jaws. He handed it to Ripplestream. "This is thyme. It'll ease your nerves."

Ripplestream chewed and swallowed it, but his anxiety wasn't calmed much. He loved Streamripple so much that, when he was an apprentice, he had asked his leader to make his warrior name be Ripplestream, in honor of Streampaw, and hers be Streamripple. Every cat thought it was one of the sweetest relationships they'd ever seen. Ripplestream and Streamripple were planning on having kits together, but if she didn't live…Ripplestream shuddered at the thought. She had to live.

After a while, Lightflower padded out of the den with herbs clamped in her jaws. Ripplestream leapt to his paws. "How is she?"

"She's in the paws of StarClan," Lightflower sighed, her voice muffled by the herbs in her mouth. She turned and hurried into the clearing of injured cats.

Why isn't she in there helping Streamripple?? was the first thought that shot through Ripplestream's mind. But he quickly pushed it away. He has other wounded cats to see to.

Ripplestream waited about a fox-length from the entrance of the medicine cat's den throughout the night. Even Lightflower had stopped tending to cats' wounds and gone to sleep.

A little before moonhigh, when she returned to her den, she nodded to him as she passed him. "Ripplestream, you need to get some sleep. You're not tired from the battle?"

Ripplestream shrugged. He was exhausted, actually. His eyelids drooped over his amber eyes and his paws ached.

"Get some sleep," Lightflower mewed, and then padded into her den. Ripplestream began to rise to his paws, but then sat back down. He had to stay there and wait till morning to see how Streamripple was doing.

The night was cold, windy, and starless. Sand was buffeted into Ripplestream's face and he had to squeeze his eyes shut so no grains would invade them. Ripplestream gazed up at the sky. Silverpelt wasn't there. StarClan, where are you? Streamripple needs you.

Finally, a predawn light began to brighten the sky. The wind had stopped, but the leaf-fall air was chilly and crisp. Ripplestream ruffled his pelt in an attempt to make himself warmer and padded into the medicine cat's den. Streamripple was lying in her mossy nest. Her flanks were covered in cobweb. Ripplestream sat down beside her, hoping she'd wake up, praying with all his might.

Lightflower soon appeared from her den. She yawned and stretched. "Good morning, Ripplestream."

Ripplestream dipped his head in greeting.

"Did you stay in here all night?"

"No…I stayed outside your den."

"The whole night?"

Ripplestream nodded. "How is Streamripple? Will she live?"

Unease flashed in Lightflower's pale green eyes. "She…I'm not sure. She's been unconscious for a while now. I got up and checked on her throughout the night."

Ripplestream sighed.

"But she might live," Lightflower added. She headed to the entrance of the den. "I need to get Sparrowpaw. I'll be right back." She trotted out of the den, leaving Ripplestream to just stare sadly at his motionless mate.

Lightflower scurried to the apprentices' den, her paws almost numb with sadness. She poked her head through the entrance. "Sparrowpaw," she hissed. The brown tabby tom groggily lifted his head, his eyelids drooping over amber eyes. "What is it?"

Lightflower flicked her tail for him to follow her outside. He stumbled out of the den and sat down in front of her. "Yes?"

"Streamripple…she's…she's dead," Lightflower murmured. Sparrowpaw's eyes were flooded with sorrow. "Have you told Ripplestream yet?"

Lightflower shook her head. "I can't break the news to him just yet…"

"So you're just going to not tell him that his beloved mate is dead, and just let him sit outside your den for a few more nights?" Sparrowpaw had a point.

"Well…I'll tell him that she's still unconscious," Lightflower decided. She dipped her head to her apprentice and bounded to her den. Inside, Ripplestream was still at Streamripple's side, watching her as though he were wishing that she would just rise up and lick him on the nose.

Ripplestream gazed up at her. "She's dying, isn't she?" His eyes were filled with unimaginable sadness. Lightflower's heart twisted. "Ripplestream…she's not dying. She's out cold."

Stupid ending! Sorry! I LOVE Ripplestream x Streamripple! I think the name thing is so adorable! 3

xx-Starfall-xx