This is one I've been thinking about writing for a while. It always bothered me that Smokepaw was left behind and was the only cat to die on the great journey (not counting Tallstar). Now I changed the story to make me happy. Hope it makes you happy too. ;)

"Come on, Smokepaw. You're not dead. YOU"RE NOT DEAD," the Shadowclan apprentice said, forcing himself to his paws. He glanced up where he fell from. He couldn't even see the ledge he fell from. It was just sheer grey stone.

Painfully he shook his pelt. Dust and small stones flew from him. Think. He had to think about how he got here. Maybe he could go back the way you came.

He had hit a ledge a little ways below where the stone collapsed beneath him. Then that ledge crumpled and he rolled down the slope. He had nearly been impaled on a sharp boulder but he had used it to push himself toward another ledge as he rolled. Now here he was, battered and bruised.

No. He couldn't go back up. Not that way. The others would come for him though, wouldn't they? He calmed down at the thought. Of course his clan would come after him. They wouldn't just abandon him. He turned a bit and stared back up the mountain, waiting for Shadowclan.

They never came.

It was sunset before this hit Smokepaw. "No," he whispered, crestfallen. "They won't save me. They have to worry about their own survival first with that storm. They probably think I'm dead." His stomach rumbled a little. He was starving. "I need to move on, like them," he said sadly.

He stepped along the ledge until he came across a crack in the cliff face. A place to get out of the wind. He slipped inside. It was much larger on the inside, with tunnels leading off in many directions. He took the one to the farthest left. It was dark and eerie, but it was warm. His legs grew heavy with exhaustion. He collapsed into a heap on the floor. The cave was just so wonderful and warm. Perhaps he could stay here, forget about the clans that abandoned him. He closed his eyes and fell into a troubled sleep.

"Smokepaw," someone called.

"What is it, Blackstar," he grumbles stirring awake. Standing above him was a brown tabby with wide shoulders. His pelt shone with starlight. "Who are you," Smokepaw asked, fully awake now.

"My name is Raggedstar. I'm here to bring you home." The tabby turned and started trotting further down the tunnel.

Smokepaw jumped to his paws. "Wait," he called, running after Raggedstar. "My home is gone. The twolegs took it," he screeched unable to catch up. "Don't you know."

The tabby said nothing, just turned a corner. "Raggedstar," Smokepaw called, turning after him. There in front of the two was open air. The tunnel opened up to a grassy opening next to a place with strange creatures neighing and throwing their heads. In front of him, a lake shimmered.

"How," Smokepaw breathed. He turned towards Raggedstar but the tabby had disappeared. He turned back to the water. A breeze blew over him carrying Raggedstar's voice.

"Home is not where one lives, but with the cats he cares about." Smokepaw stood stunned. Cats were streaming down toward the lake. He even recognized his mother in the crowd. He jumped to his paws and ran down toward the slope.

"You were right Raggedstar! I am home!"

Hope you liked it. If you want, I've got a bunch of other warrior stories and I'll probably have a ton more very soon. Check out my profile and pick a story that sounds good to you. ;)