AN: I just thought of this and I had to write it down. Reviews are welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, all rights go to Erin Hunter

"You left me, Jay's Wing," she meowed accusingly. Her pale fur seemed to glow in the moonlight and her eyes were as green as newleaf grass. Silverpelt glittered above them like a scattering of dewdrops across the night sky.

"No! Half Moon I-"

"Why did you leave me?"

"I had no choice!" Jayfeather sobbed, clawing at the grass beneath his paws.

"Jayfeather! Jayfeather!" Briarlight's voice cut into his dream, jerking him back to consciousness. Her paw was on his shoulder, shaking him awake.

He immediately sprang up. "Briarlight! Why aren't you in your nest?"

Jayfeather could picture her shrugging as she replied casually. "I was hungry."

"You're still healing! Couldn't you have asked one of the apprentices to bring you something?"

"Keep your fur on!" Briarlight retorted. He heard her claw at the ground uncomfortably. "I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. I just thought that if I went to get fresh kill for myself-"

"That you would risk hurting yourself even more!" Jayfeather snapped.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. Discomfort rolled off her in waves.

Jayfeather softened slightly. "Go back to your nest."

"Okay," she muttered. Jayfeather had to keep himself from wincing as he listened to her grunts and moans as she dragged her lame hind legs behind her. He flinched at each spike of pain that went through her legs. She collapsed in her nest, panting slightly.

Jayfeather's pelt prickled with worry. "You really should have asked some other cat to get you some fresh kill from the pile," he muttered, padding over to her and gently prodding her hind legs with his paws, checking for damage. Satisfied, he sat back, beginning to groom his disheveled fur.

"So what was it about?" Briarlight asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Your dream. You were crying out in your sleep."

"Oh," Jayfeather closed his sightless eyes. "Just an old friend."

He could sense Briarlight's curiosity at his statement.

"What were they like?"

"What do you mean 'were'?"

"The way you said it. You sounded sad, like you'd lost them," Briarlight explained. Jayfeather wondered if she'd always been so perceptive, or if she'd just picked it up from lying in the medicine cat den all day.

"She was a hero, a hero to the clans," Jayfeather began. "And she was so kind and considerate, and she would always help cats when they were hurt or frightened," he recalled fondly, seeing her clear green eyes in his mind. "She was brave, and she never gave up, even when the odds of survival seemed almost impossible."

"She sounds amazing, so where is she now?"

"Yes, she was," he agreed, sighing. "She's dead now. She's been dead for a long, long time."

He felt Briarlight's gaze on him soften with sympathy. "I'm sorry," she murmured.

"It's alright. We all have to move on some time," Jayfeather mewed, his voice light with false brightness.

"Yeah, I guess," Briarlight agreed, unconvinced by Jayfeather's pretence at cheerfulness.

"Now, have you seen Leafpool anywhere?" Jayfeather asked, changing the subject.

"Nope."

"Well if you see her, tell her I've gone to gather herbs," Jayfeather called over his shoulder, turning to leave.

As soon as he was out of the den, he sighed. He had to put the past behind him, but he would never forget Half Moon.