Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.

A/N: This story contains OCs and is set in RiverClan. It was written while listening to music, so yeah...

I suggest listening to songs like "Set Fire To the Third Bar" or "Emotional Sad Piano Love Beat" while reading. It'll help set the mood.

Anyway, please enjoy. :)

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"I take it you two want a story?" an old gray she-cat presumed as she looked down at the two kits before her.

One of the kits, a brown tabby tom, answered. "Yes, Featherberry. Can you tell us one?" he asked.

Featherberry smiled softly, "Of course."

Both kits did a small cheer of happiness, then settled down, ready to listen.

"How about the story of 'The Great Battle'?" Featherberry asked.

The female kit, a white one, shook her head. "We've heard that one a million times! Do you have any new ones?" she asked.

Featherberry thought for a moment, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. It's about a young she-cat from long ago. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes!" the kits mewed in unison.

"Alright then," Featherberry said, "As I said, it took place long ago. Before you two were even born..."

~Start Story~

"There was once a cat who had only just begun her apprentice training. She was very nervous, and wasn't sure if she was really cut out to be a warrior. But another apprentice decided to help her.

Everytime she made a mistake during training, he'd encourage her to try harder. And it always worked.

Soon enough, both she and her friend had exeled in their training and were ready to become warriors. They were very excited. And right before their ceremony, the she-cat's friend told her something. Something very special.

He said that he loved her.

The she-cat did not know how to respond. She wasn't sure if she loved him or not, and was afraid to give him an answer.

Just as she opened her jaws, the ceremony was announced.

And so, they were given their warrior names. Then sat their silent vigil. The next morning, the she-cat's friend wanted an answer. But she still did not know how she felt.

Her friend got mad and stormed away. They never did speak of it again.

As the seasons passed, the she-cat realized that she did love him. But it was too late. You see, her friend now had a mate and one little kit. It was too late for her.

So the she-cat did not ever tell him her feelings.

One day, her friend died. Killed by a snake. And still, the she-cat did not speak of her love for him. She never did."

~End Story~

The female kit looked at Featherberry with sad green eyes, "Did she ever have kits?"

"No, Cloudkit. Never." Featherberry meowed.

"Why didn't she?" the male kit asked.

Featherberry sighed, "She couldn't ever bring herself to love anyone else. So she never had a mate to have kits with."

"What happened to her friend's kit?" Cloudkit asked.

"He grew up, and had kits of his own." Featherberry said.

The two kits couldn't ask more questions when they heard their mother call them, "Cloudkit! Falconkit!"

"Thank you for the story," Falconkit said, "Come on, Cloudkit! Race ya!"

Cloudkit got up to follow her brother out of the Elders' Den, but stopped and turned around.

"What was the she-cat's name?" she asked.

Featherberry gave a sad smile, "...Featherberry."

The kit seemed surprised at first, but then asked, "Your friends grand-kits are Falconkit and me, aren't they?"

The old she-cat nodded. "Yes." she replied.

Cloudkit smiled, "I'm gonna name one of my kits after you one day, Featherberry."

"I'd love that." Featherberry said.

The white kit quickly ran up and rubbed against the elder's leg before hurrying to catch up with her brother.

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