Talk:The Stream/@comment-5160349-20140220030601

Yellowshade crouched near the stream, careful to not let her paws slip on the slick stones. She knew that the stream was half frozen, and if she fell in, she was either going to drown or freeze from hyperthermia. She gazed down into the slightly sluggish current, noting the occasional chunks of ice that shot by her as the current continued.

"You're up late."

The sandy ginger she-cat froze at the voice of her clanmate. Twilightblaze was passing by the stream, and he thought that he'd drop by for a drink or two. Yellowshade sighed. "My kits should be apprentices soon," she murmured. Twilightblaze tilted his head. "Huh." He never knew what it felt like to be a parent-- he never wanted to, anyway. He thought that it'd be too much responsibility. He shot a glance at the queen. "How does it feel, being an only mother?" He questioned. Yellowshade blinked, and  only looked down. Twilightblaze felt heat rush to his skin under the fur. "O-oh, I said something wrong, didn't I? Sorry!"

Yellowshade shook her head. "It's fine, really." She mewed. "It's just that nobody asks me that often." Nobody ever did, she thought bitterly. "It's getting late. I should go now." The queen quickly sat up, and set her paw on a slippery rock. She cried out when she slipped, the algae getting the better of her. Faster than she could imagine, she hit her head against a large rock, and she blacked out, falling limp as the stream carried her away.

"Yellowshade!" Twilightblaze cried out. ''It's my fault! I was so insensitive that she tried to leave, and slipped! Ugh, I don't deserve to live!'' He closed his eyes and leaped over the rocks, landing on the snow. Ignoring the icy pain in his pawpads, he dashed along the stream, desperate to keep up with the she-cat. He had to at least retrieve her body! No, he had to stop thinking about stuff like that. A cat's life was in his paws!

He widened his eyes when he stumbled on a rock beneath him that jutted out of the snow. Agonizing pain momentarily blinded him, and he stumbled onto the other rocks. Before he knew it, he was flailing in the stream, which carried him, bringing him down and under the surface until he fell limp. It's all my fault. With his lungs bursting for air, he let the stream take his life. All my fault.