Talk:The Stream/@comment-4312567-20121120064809

Mistshadow blinked happily next to a silver she-cat with pale light silver-blue eyes on the streambank. She purred and leaned on him, breathing in the scent she had not smelled in a long, long, looong time. Mistshadow relaxed for the first time in decades. They were practically melded into each other when Mosswhisker materialized in front of them, his long tail coiled around something--or someone.

Mistshadow grinned at him.

"Did you find a Clan cat at the Alley?"

Mosswhisker grinned back, happy that his father had greeted him less acerbically.

"Yup. Lightpaw--but I s'pose I'd better uncoil her out, shouldn't I?"

"If you don't want her to die, then yes, yes you should."

Mosswhisker uncoiled his tail flexibly, and Lightpaw dropped onto his back, semi-conscious. The silver cat padded worriedly up to the apprentice. She nuzzled Lightpaw until she became conscious, then began some form of cat CPR (don't ask). When Lightpaw had stopped hyperventilating, she mewed,

"Hi, Lightpaw! I'm Stormsong, Mosswhisker's adopted mother."