AN: Alright I just HAD to write this after making it 1/3 of the way through the new Omen of the Stars book. To be honest I am a HUGE JayxCinder fan, so you can guess my devastation…plus it doesn't help that the ornery little medicine cat is my favorite character… This is just a short little one-shot, emphasis on short, that popped into my head during Spanish class today. If you're confused it's in Jayfeather's POV. This is my first time venturing into the Warriors territory of fanfiction, so I hope this turned out alright.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing incorporated with Warriors; if I did you all know what I'd change in a heartbeat! (JxC fluff ftw :3)

I try my best to not let the information get to me, but I just can't help the sleepless nights of tossing and turning, lightly growling every now and then. I guess I should consider myself lucky that Briarlight is such a light sleeper; otherwise I wouldn't be anywhere near safe from her relentless expressions of concern.

I can't help the way I feel, that world is so unfair and cruel. I'm given a gift to "see" beyond what most cats can, and yet I lack visual sight. My kin have been foretold in a prophecy and yet my beloved sister had to die because the stress of everything became too much. The largest thing that I find the hardest though is the fact that my very own brother is more than friends to the one she-cat I've gotten close to outside of kinship.

I'm not sure if when I began to realize my feelings for a certain gray warrior, whether it be when she was the only one to not feel sympathy or sorrow for my disability or of the times when we practiced those swimming exercises, but what I do know is that I have never felt such a deep set of pain and misery. Even when Leafpool told us the truth, or when Hollyleaf died, these kinds of sorrow don't hold a flame to what I know in myself now.

I suppose I should have prepared for this. After all it's against the code of the medicine cat to have mates, as I've been reminded every day of my existence. Although I know I should feel happy for my brother for finding someone he truly cares about that actually belongs to our clan, I can't help the sudden surges of anger I get whenever I see those two together. Why must it feel so natural to want to rake my claws over and over again across my only brother's pelt?

Cinderheart, Lionblaze, you may think of me as the blind, ignorant medicine cat but just know that I see everything and it hurts beyond recognition. I should probably stop doing my nightly musing, the light of dawn is creeping through the cracks of my den, and I have duties to perform. Here's to another agonizingly emotional day.

Oh Jayfeather you emo lil' guy you. Why must you make me so depressed? I hope you all like this; personally I thought I did pretty well, but hey, that's just me. Please leave me a review giving me insight into your opinions; what you guys say might help me consider writing more Warriors stories…that's not a promise though. Until next time…if there is one.

~xwcx