The full moon shone bright in the star dappled sky. "Sweetberry." Ripplestrike's voice summoned her to the rock ledge. Sweetberry, out of habit, looked around to see if anyone was following her, then remembered she wasn't doing anything wrong. Not in RiverClan. She sat down beside Ripplestrike. His lean, dark-striped tail was curled around his paws. His dark blue eyes were bright. He was so perfect. "How is RiverClan?" he asked her. "Different," was all she said. "Our kits seem to be settling in nicely," Ripplestrike commented. Sweetberry nodded. "They were born for RiverClan." "Yes," agreed Ripplestrike softy. The moon cast a shaft of pale light between them. Their eyes met, pale green and dark blue, just as they had on that windy when they had patrolled the border on either side of the flowing river. It was not that way now. Now they were both on the same side of the water that had kept them apart. They were together, their kits were happy, and that was all that mattered.
Sorry I remixed one of the entries. Credit to RaikuKitty.
