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Though how awesome would that be?

Though the books probably

wouldn't be as

good.

Warning:

MAJOR SPOILER ALERT for Long Shadows.

Sight

As night settled across the airy sky, the ancestors of the warriors below watched their former clan mates, and quietly they nestled down themselves. All except one. A beautiful blue-gray she-cat at the height of her age. She was powerful as she was beautiful. She looked down over her old Clan, suddenly a handsome auburn tom walked beside her. Her fur instantly bristled at the sudden intrusion, but it eased when she heard the calming voice of her mate.

"Bluestar, still you look upon your old Clan. What is it that bothers you?" his auburn mane flowed ever so elegantly onto hers.

"Oakheart, you know how I don't like being snuck up on." she answered.

"You're not answering my question."

With a sigh, Bluestar started again. "You're still a deputy. I'm leader, I don't have to answer." her voice smart.

"We're in StarClan, positions mean nothing now. Besides, we're mates; I'd like it if you tell me the truth once and awhile."

Bluestar laughed. "You always could get things out of me that I'd never tell others."

"Does this mean you'll answer my question?"

With another sigh, Bluestar answered, "Firestar has done much. His kits have done much too. But his grandchildren…" her voice traveled off into the emptiness.

"You worry about them?" Oakheart tried to get her to continue.

"Not Hollyleaf and Lionblaze, just Jayfeather…"

"He's a medicine cat. What else do you want of him?"

"Well he doesn't want to be one. He wants to live a life of a warrior. He'd be great. He wants to…

"See." Oakheart finished. "That's obvious, but you know the costs. Besides, Spottedleaf even told him. And you know how persuading Spottedleaf can be."

"She did what?"

"She told him that he needed to be a medicine cat."

"But she knows!"

"Yes, she does. But she wouldn't."

"Oh! Spottedleaf! And here I was thinking that he became one because he thought he was useless. That's what you get when you sleep for a few days." She growled storming off into the milky black sky. Oakheart watched his mate walk away.

Jayfeather lay by the lake shore soaking up the sun that poured down gently over him. It was early New-leaf, prey was plentiful, and the early sun seemed restless. His claws raked the stick he had found many moons ago. He heard the waves gently lapping the shore, from far off he heard a mouse rustling under some leaves. He heard Icepaw and Foxpaw arguing over who had caught the biggest vole from a little father down the bay. Then he heard the rhythmic paws of Leafpool padding toward him. Quickly, Jayfeather put the ancient stick in its hiding spot, and sat up, awaiting what Leafpool would say to him now.

The silence was interrupted by a different voice though. There was a splash in the distance, then Squirrelflight's yowl mixed with Icepaw's followed quickly by another splash, larger than the other. Leafpool then mewed, "Jayfeather! Quickly!" He heard her start to run, Jayfeather stood and followed quickly, being careful not to get trip.

"What happened?" Leafpool demanded to her sister. Jayfeather felt the anxiety coming off of her, and knew something terrible must have happened.

Surprisingly, it was Icepaw, Whitewing's apprentice, answered. "Me and Foxpaw were arguing, then Foxpaw fell into the lake! Whitewing went after him!"

As she finished, a dripping sound erupted from the lake. The scent of water mingled with Foxpaw and Whitewing's. Leafpool went over the mixture of scents. "How is he?" Jayfeather heard his adoptive mother ask.

"He's breathing, but faintly. That's a start." Leafpool whispered. Jayfeather felt the gaze of her amber eyes move to him. "Jayfeather, you and Icepaw go get me some coltsfoot, he has a nasty of a scratch here, so bring a dock leave. It's too dangerous to move him right now, we could do more damage then we need too. Quickly!"

Jayfeather started off quickly, he could smell Icepaw at his hind leg. When the two cats reached the hollow, they ran straight for the medicine cat den, Jayfeather could feel the cats in the clearing looking at them. "Is this a dock leave?" Icepaw asked. Jayfeather took in the scent.

"Yes. Alright, let's go." They stepped out of the medicine den, but they were stopped by Dustpelt, who's patrol was entering the camp just then.

Jayfeather accidently ran into him.

"Jayfeather!" the older tom grunted in surprise. "Watch where your going." Jayfeather ignored the rude comment, and started to push past him. "What's going on?" the brown tom demanded.

"Foxpaw fell in the lake!" Icepaw yowled before Jayfeather could say anything.

"Foxpaw?" Ferncloud's voice came from the nursery. Her voice nervous and questioning.

"We can't stand around here and talk! Hurry Icepaw, let's go!"

"No! You'll tell me what happened!" Ferncloud demanded walking up.

"If we don't go now, your son could be in big trouble." Jayfeather explained and pushed past Dustpelt again, this time nobody stopped him.

The two cats weaved in and out of trees, when they approached the lake, Leafpool was the first cat they heard. "Oh good. We've got his breathing up, but not to much. Keep licking you two." she instructed the other she-cats.

"What can I do?" Icepaw asked, her voice in distress.

"You and Jayfeather are going to stay put. Usually I'd have you help, but seeing as I have Whitewing and Squirrelflight we're fine. For the moment."

"Will he be okay?"

"He'll be fine Icepaw, now keep quiet."

The minutes passed by, the only sound was the contstant lapping of Squirrelflight's and Whitewing's tongues. Along with Leafpool's muttering and Foxpaw's breathing, which was getting slowly stronger. Suddenly Ferncloud burst in, she gave out a low moan when she saw her motionless son.

"Ferncloud!" Leafpool yowled in surprise. "It's all right, he's going to be fine."

"I need to help." Ferncloud mewed silently walking steadily toward him.

"We already have enough help."

"I need to help." she repeated. Jayfeather suddenly heard paws scrambling, the next second Squirrelflight was by Icepaw.

The air suddenly exploded with a gasp. "W-what happened? Where am I?" Foxpaw's voice stuttered.

"Oh Foxpaw." Ferncloud cried, her voice was chocked with happiness. "I'd thought I'd lost you."

"Your okay!" Icepaw meowed moving away from Jayfeather and Squirrelflight, toward her brother. This left his adoptive mother and himself in a strange and awkward silence.

"Let's get back to camp. I want to check to make sure you weren't hurt any more. Can you make it?"

"I think so."

The little band of cats started heading up toward the hollow. When the entered the camp, the cats dispersed. Jayfeather walked up to Leafpool. "Leafpool. We just used the last of the coltsfoot. Would you like me to go collect some? I remember there were some just a bit ahead of where we were.

"Good idea. I can handle things from here."

Jayfeather turned around, he caught the scent of his sister, Hollyleaf, walking up to him.

"Jayfeather, where are you going now?"

"I'm going to collect coltsfoot."

"Oh, alright then. I was going to ask you to go on a patrol with me."

"Sorry, but we have no coltsfoot right now, and it would be much smarter to go and get them right away, then to put it off. Foxpaw's breathing has become stronger, but if it goes down, then we'll be in trouble." Jayfeather explained. 'Why couldn't I have been born with sight? I'd rather go on patrol then looks for herbs.'

As he stormed away, he almost tripped into a hole. This only angered him deeper. "I hate this." he muttered to himself. "I'm supposed to be a warrior. I'd rather be one than be a medicine cat. I may get respect, for a day, but I'd get much more respect if I could fight off ShadowClan and WindClan warriors."

"And that's what I'm here to help you do." mewed a voice from behind him.

"Who said that?" Jayfeather growled turning around in the darkness. But he saw. A blue-gray she-cat stood there. She had big blue eyes, she looked strong. Jayfeather recognized her from a long time ago.

"Bluestar, what are you doing here?"

"Granting your wish. Or at least helping you with it."

"Why?"

"Let's just say me and Spottedleaf don't always see eye to eye." her tone held a mysterious tone, Jayfeather couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Well, how could I ever see?"

"You know how you can see in dreams? And even more clearer after you've taken a sip from the Moonpool?"

"Yes, so?"

"That's your ticket. The Moonpool has specail properties. All you need to do is jump into it. Do it during the next medicine cat gathering."

Jayfeather was speechless. He couldn't believe what was happening. He would soon see. "Thank you." he chocked out finally. Bluestar blinked gently at him and disappeared.

Days passed, with each passing day, Jayfeather became less and less focused on his duties. He mixed up herbs such as nettle leaves and dock leaves, burdock root for catmint and many others. Finally, Leafpool stormed up to him after he had fed catmint to Millie, who was running low on milk.

"What's wrong Jayfeather? You've been so scattered lately I'm surprised your still in one piece."

"Well, I was just impatient, I wanted to talk too... Flamepaw! He told me he was going to tell me something important at the next medicine cat gathering. And, I guess he's gotten to me." he spun his lie as if it were the truth.

"Oh, well, don't let it get to your head. The gathering is tonight, so you can talk to him then."

"Alright, sorry about that Leafpool."

"It's all right."

As twilight came, and the two medicine cats descended, Jayfeather felt anticipation with every pawstep. When the climbed the slope to finally reach the Moonpool, Jayfeather took in the scents. As the two waited for the other medicine cats, Jayfeather mewed, "Leafpool, I'm going to head up early. I'll wait."

"No Jayfeather, we must wait for the rest."

With a sigh, he mewed, "Yes Leafpool."

As the cats slowly arrived, much to slow for Jayfeather, they started having conversations. But somehow, the entire conversation ended up about Ashfur.

"Leafpool, have you found out who murdered Ashfur yet?" Littlecloud asked, Flamepaw walked beside him interested.

"I've been trying to find out any information from my Clan. But I don't think any WindClan cats have done it." Barkface meowed.

"I've been talking to the apprentices. I couldn't get anything out of them." Krestlewing meowed.

"We've been curious too." Willowshine meowed. She had come alone, Mothwing was back at camp.

"No. We aren't saying that it was WindClan though. It could have been a rouge."

"True, but they haven't been very troublesome lately." Littlecloud meowed.

As the group reached the Moonpool, Jayfeather thought of how everything was going to change. He walked up to the edge of the Moonpool, then pretended to trip, and jumped into the Moonpool. He heard a screech from overhead, but Jayfeather wouldn't open his eyes until he was sure he would be able to see. He felt a jaw grasp his neck, and pull him. But he wasn't going to open his eyes. To be careful, he took a mouthful of water and sucked it in. He had to see. A second later he was on shore, gasping for air.

"What happened?" Leafpool's voice came, Jayfeather still had his eyes closed in fear.

"I tripped. Sorry."

"As long as you're still alive. Are you okay?" Barkface asked.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

Willowshine gave a sigh, 'She had been worried too!'Jayfeather realized. "Why are your eyes closed? You can't see anyways."

Jayfeather slowly opened his eyes. Everything was fuzzy at first, but soon everything became clear. He looked around, he saw Leafpool's brown tabby pelt. Barkface's brown fur. Everything was in color. He could see.