Talk:The Stream/@comment-4312567-20121029073324/@comment-4312567-20121031035739

(a chance for the rogues... Nah.)

"there! I see someone!"

Mosswhisker bounced up the bank, his eyes alight in excitement, his pelt stuck out like he had been electrified. Mistshadow stretched, scanned the bank for watchers, then padded across the stream, Mosswhisker following. They reached a small copse, and waited. A moment later, a silver-white cat with pale silver eyes padded into the clearing, her eyes shining in excitement. Mistshadow motioned towards Mosswhisker.

"Hi, long time no see. Four minutes left before the Separator separate us one last time. Storm, meet Mosswhisker, our surrogate son/ my mentor. Moss, Storm, my mate."

"Hi, Moss! Remember me?"

Mosswhisker jumped.

"Mum!"

The two cats began to talk eagerly, Mistshadow watching them, satisfied.

 If only we could do this all day...

His eyes strayed upwards, and with a jolt of surprise, he noticed that if they stayed together any longer, there was that possibility that they would be separated yet again, for the final hundredth time; Their punishment for Storm, virtually a Leader's daughter, mating with a certain wayward rogue, known then as a 'Ranger'.

"Storm! One minute left!"

His mate nodded sadly, and, exchanging silent goodbyes, padded away towards her Clan territory.

Mistshadow smiled sadly, then led Mosswhisker back to the NightClan territory.