What if Jayfeather stayed with Half Moon?
Hello people, who happen to be reading my horrendous, awful story. I don't think it'll be horrendous, but it might take a turn for the worst, but it might not. This is my second 'What if' story and I have to say I love doing these kinds of stories! So please enjoy! It's a prolog so it will be short!
Prolog-ish thing.
Jayfeathers' pov.
"I can be powerful here!" I protested. "I could raise kits, teach them everything I know, and then go back to the clans." I stared at Rock." I…I don't want to leave."
"Please," I begged. "Let me stay here with Half Moon. This is my only chance to live like my Clanmates, to raise kits and grow old with a mate."
"Jayfeather, I can understand what you're going through," Rock croaked. "Once you die you must return to the clans at once-," Rock began.
"I can stay?" I squealed like a kits', and started bouncing around. "I can't believe it! I'm going to-," I started, but was cut off by Rock.
"Yes you can, but things will affect time," Rock finished, I calmed down and looked at him strangely.
"Like what?" I inquired, but Rock was already gone. "You can never get a straight answer from that cat," I muttered, as I kicked a stone. Strange enough the rock was stuck to the ground and hurt my toe, it hurt it really bad, like a thousand claws. "Fox-dung!"
"Jay's Wing, are you okay?" A concerned voice asked, I spun around to see a dazzling white she-cat, with amazing green eyes. Half Moon, I purred, as I limped up to her and touched my nose to her cheek.
"I'm fine, you worry too much," I mewed.
"Okay, but you should be more careful, you mouse-brain," Half Moon teased, as she pelted away. I purred as I raced after her. Then, I finally realized, this was my new life, I yowled in relief. I didn't have to worry anymore, that was someone else's job. I gazed into the sunset, and sighed, I was free.
R&R if I messed anything up or what not.
