She didn't know how she'd gotten into this situation and she didn't know why. The only thing she knew was that a very angry Crowfeather was standing in front of her, blue eyes blazing and tail lashing.

"Why are you here?" he spat, glaring at her as if she'd just murdered his entire Clan.

"I don't know."

"Liar!"

It hurt. He hated her. He used to love her. Didn't he? It was hard to tell with him a heartbeat away from unsheathing his claws and tearing them into her face. Maybe her stomach. Most likely her heart. Whatever would break her the fastest, she supposed.

"I'm not lying."

"Why would I believe you?"

"...I don't know."

He was furious, she could tell.

"Is that all you can say, you gutless excuse for a cat?"

Leafpool didn't respond at first. What happened to him? He used to be so kind, so perfect... he used to be her everything. And now... he never acknowledged her when she passed by, ignored her when she tried speaking to her, and acted like she'd ceased to exist.

"What happened?"

Crowfeather's eyes narrowed, and his mouth twisted into a sneer. "Are you trying to get back together with me? No chance, you mangy fur ball.

The medicine cat lowered her gentle amber gaze and for a moment, Crowfeather remembered how he used to feel about her- her delicate white paws, her soft, silky fur, the way her tabby markings perfectly complimented her deep, beautiful amber eyes... the way she used to make him feel.

And then it was gone as soon as it had come.

She looked up at him again. "There once was a she- cat that fell for a tom. Heard this story before? Yes. But let me continue. She loved him, but she was a medicine cat and from a different Clan. He loved her back. Once. She still loved him, but she's afraid to get closer because he'll hurt her again."

He stopped snarling. The story seemed familiar... almost as if it had happened to him before... He shook his head. "Just leave now. Go away, scum."

Sorrow. Anguish. Hurt beyond words. There was simply no way to describe what she felt.

She turned around and padded off, every bone in her body weary and sad, her tail drooping, and her golden eyes darkened with misery.

Crowfeather watched the slender, delicate she- cat walk off. "Hey, you're going the wrong way. ThunderClan is that way." He pointed with his tail, watching with growing alarm as she stepped closer to the cliff where... where what?

Leafpool remembered. Where she had been hanging, inches from slipping and falling to death, where Crowfeather had appeared and saved her, where he had confessed his love.

She paused at the very tip of the cliff and looked down at the seemingly bottomless pit. Maybe it was better to die this way, ending the pain in same place where her happiness had started.

And then she leaped off.

For a moment Crowfeather was mesmerized. Time seemed to slow down as the fading sunlight outlined the outstretched body of Leafpool. Beautiful. Falling. Gone.

He blinked, not knowing what had happened.

But then the minute was over, his hate for her had returned, and he smirked with satisfaction as he turned around and ran back to WindClan.

And hundreds of feet below, a broken body lay twisted and bent on an outcrop of jagged rocks.

Forgotten.