Greystripe's yellow eyes danced with sorrow as it searched the riverbank across the tumbling waters. He knew that he'd never see his love, his mate, the mother of his kits, swim across it to meet him again. A fresh wave of pain rolled over him, and he turned away, closing his eyes against the memories. But shutting out your thoughts and emotions is impossible, so his mind continued to be haunted by the images of Silverstream's still body on the rocks. I'll never forget you, my love. He blinked his eyes open once again. I promise.