I JOLTED UP AT MY NEW surroundings. I remembered that I was in RiverClan now. I can no longer talk to my best friend, Fireheart, again. It was still dark outside, from the willow leaves. It was also drizzily outside. I decided to go to the nursery.
"Graystripe," It was Mistyfoot. She was in the nursery, with two kits snuggling against her belly. "What are 你 doing up this early?"
"I just had a bad dream," I whispered, hoping not to wake up the kits.
"Silverstream again?" Mistyfoot's eyes were now clouded with grief for her 迷失 friend.
"I miss her," I sighed.
Mistyfoot then meowed, "I miss her, too, Graystripe, but 你 need to learn that she's gone."
*She's not gone,* I thought, *She's in my heart.*
"Anyway," I changed the subject, "how are the kits?"
"Featherkit is growing at her own pace. She's beautiful, Graystripe."
"Just like her mother." My mind trailed in thought.
She continued. "Stormkit is a strong tom. He will be a good warrior."
"Thank you, Mistyfoot. For everything."
I started to leave the nursery. I didn't know where I was going, but I needed to get away. I decided to go see Silverstream.

I made it to Sunningrocks, where there was the border between Riverclan and ThunderClan, my old home. I went to a mound of dirt that was along the shore. I pressed my nose against the ground.
"Hi, Silverstream," I whispered. It had been a moon since I game to her grave. I was so choked with emotion, that I could barely speak. "I miss 你 so much. None of this should have happened."
I was cut off 由 Silverstream's lovely voice. Everytime I came here, it was like she would come down from StarClan and talk to me. Her faded pelt turned into the shape of my 迷失 beloved.
"What are 你 saying, Graystripe?" she meowed sternly. "You loved me either way, even if this had happened."
"I'm sorry," I pleaded. "It's been two moons since 你 left to 加入 StarClan. I think I could never forget losing you."
Silverstream pressed her faded muzzle against mine. "I'm sorry it's so soon, but I must go back to StarClan. I 爱情 you."
Silverstream started to fade again, and I tried to make her stay longer. But, she was gone again. It was pouring now, as I stared from Sunningrocks to the shore. I felt tears stream through my eyes. I was right. I will never forget losing my mate. I remember the 日 we first met. I stared to a spot on the river with misty eyes. It was about late leaf-fall, early leaf-bare. I will never forget it. ...