Contains spoilers

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.

If you know me, then you'd know that I'm obsessed with the leaders. I feel like they never get any fics about them. So this fic here is going to be about all them. I'm going to write about one of their biggest moments in their lifetime. Once I'm done writing about the leader I might to a few deputies too. so you'll see Crookedstar, Raggedstar, Bluestar, Brokenstar, Tallstar (I'm already doing a fic of him but I'll add him in here), Leopardstar, Tigerstar and Blackstar. That's about it.

Broken

A large light-colored tabby sat in the clearing of Riverclan camp. He watched a young, energetic kit dashing back and forth with another kit.

"Silverkit. Come here, it's time for you to take a nap." A pretty gray and white she-cat mewed from the nursery. The young silver kit turned to look at her mother and nodded. Then she turned towards the big tom.

"Bye, daddy." She mewed.

"Rest well." The large tom meowed with his crooked jaw. The young kit dashed into the nursery.

"Patrols are all set, Crookedstar." A voice came from behind him.

"Thank you, Oakheart." Crookedstar meowed. The reddish-brown tom dipped his head and walked off.

Crookedstar thought of Silverkit, his beloved daughter. Her beautiful eyes, her nice silky fur, she would make a beautiful cat and a swift warrior. A father couldn't be prouder.

A few seasons have past and Silverstream had grown to be just was Crookedstar hoped for. The thought of losing his daughter in battle made his heart ache. During leaf-bare he had lost his mate, she had caught blackcough, the worst sickness, and died. Silverstream and Crookedstar were devastated.

Crookestar was really close to Silverstream. The two had a strong father and daughter relationship. The old tom couldn't bare to live without his daughter. He knew that she was a loyal daughter. When she was happy, that would make him happy. When she fought well in battles that made Crookedstar a proud father.

One afternoon, Crookedstar was taking a nap in his den. He was dreaming about his mate and daughter. He couldn't have been a prouder father.

"You are my flesh and blood." He meowed to Silverstream. Just when Silverstream was about to press her nose against her father's nose, she slowly began to fade away.

"Silverstream? Wait! Where are you going?" Crookedstar yelled. Suddenly everything turned dark. "Wait!" he yelled. But nothing happened. He was lost in eternal darkness.

His eyes flew open. He felt a sharp pain in his heart. It felt like a thousand claws digging into his heart. The large tom gasped for air, and tried to stand up. He finally managed to get up onto his feet. But the pain was still there. Why?

He walked of his den. He saw his new deputy, Leopardfur.

"Have you seen Silverstream?" he asked.

Leopardfur shook her head. "She's been missing all morning. I've sent out a patrol but we still haven't found her."

Crookedstar began to panic, but he tried to stay calm. "Send out more patrols! Double them…no, triple them." He ordered.

"But sir, all of our warriors are currently occupied. I just got done setting up the new patrols." Leopardfur mewed.

"A good deputy does what they are told." He snapped. "I never had any problems with Oakheart."

The young she-cat was stunned. "I'm sorry sir. I'll send out patrols right away." She dipped her head and walked off.

Crookedstar suddenly realized what he had just said. He watched his deputy frantically trying to make new patrols. He shouldn't have snapped. He wanted to apologize but he thought now was not the time. He needed to find Silverstream.

Oh Silverstream, where are you? I need you. Why aren't you back yet?

"Crookedstar." A young she-cat meowed. Crookedstar was sleeping in his den. Hearing the cat's voice, he woke up. The moonlight cast a shadow over the cats face, for a moment he thought it was Silverstream, but he noticed the blue-gray fur.

"Yes Mistyfoot, what is it?" he asked, still half asleep.

"It's about Silverstream." The she-cat mewed in a sad, low voice.

Crookedstar's eyes widened. "What about her? Is she alright?"

Mistyfoot lowered her head and sighed. "I'm sorry Crookedstar. She died while giving birth to kits. She lost a lot of blood and she couldn't hold on." The blue-gray she-cat looked into the leader's eyes. She saw the fear, the horror and the sadness in his old, tired eyes. "I'm sorry."

Crookedstar was speechless at first. "Who was the father?" he asked.

Mistyfoot looked up. Suddenly he expression of sadness turned into a worried one. "He's a Thunderclan tom, sir." She whispered.

He strained his ears to listen. "He's a what?" Crookedstar gasped. "A Thunderclan tom…my daughter loved a Thunderclan tom?" he meowed with disbelief.

"I'm sorry." Mistyfoot meowed.

"Please leave me, I'd like to be alone." Crookedstar meowed.

"Of course." She turned away and slowly made her way towards the warriors' den.

"No." he meowed to himself. He couldn't believe that his daughter was dead. He'd never feel her warmth again. He'd never look into those beautiful eyes again.

Crookedstar laid back down and stared out of his den. He saw an empty clearing, no one was there. His heart could relate. It was filled with nothing. It was an empty heart. Hollow. Nothing.

Everyone the old tom cared about was gone. Days had gone by since the news of his daughter's death came. He was growing weaker and weaker everyday. All he did was stay in his den and mope.

Leopardfur wanted to help. She went up to her leader and cleared her throat. She grabbed a mouse and dropped it into front of her leader.

"You should eat." She suggested.

The old tom glared at her. Leopardfur stepped back. Crookedstar said nothing. He turned his head away from her and closed them. Leopardfur sighed. Suddenly an idea popped up in her head.

"Would you like to see her grave? Mistyfoot told me where her mate- I mean Thunderclan cat buried her. It's right next to Sunningrocks." She mewed.

Crookedstar looked up at her, now with saddened eyes. He slowly nodded his head. "I'd like to see her grave."

"We're passing our border, you know that, right?" she meowed.

"I have to see her! We're not hunting or anything, I just want to see her grave." He mewed.

"We'll leave once you regain your strength. Eat this mouse." She nudged the mouse closer to him. He agreed to. Leopardfur was now happy. She turned away and began to trot off. She stopped and looked back at her leader. He was nibbling on the mouse.

"I just remembered! Her kits are still alive, Crookedstar. But they live in Thunderclan. We can get them back, I can speak with their leader." She suggested.

"Her kits survived?" the large tom raised his head. "After we see her grave, could you talk with Bluestar?"

"Yes."

After Crookedstar finished the mouse, he and Leopardfur went to Sunningrocks. None of the Thunderclan cats were patrolling about there yet, so it was safe.

Crookedstar stopped right before Sunningrocks. He did not knew exactly where she was buried so he just stood there staring at the ground.

"Do you think she's in Starclan?" he asked.

Leopardfur stared at her leader with a confused look. "Where else would she be?"

"She was disloyal to the clan."

"But she was a fine warrior. It's love, you can't do anything about it. It may have been forbidden but she still cared about her clan." Leopardfur mewed.

Crookedstar did not respond for a very long time. Then he turned away from Sunningrocks and sighed. "Gather a small patrol and go fetch Silverstream's kits." He meowed.

Leopardfur nodded and the two cats were on their way back to camp.

Riverclan tried and tried again. They had finally succeeded. They got the two kits and their father. He was a Thunderclan tom named Graystripe. Crookedstar felt sympathetic towards the young gray tom. They both cared about Silverstream very much.

Crookedstar was still depressed. Every night he dreamed about his mate, but never about Silverstream. Why? He did not know. He thought of her everyday.

One day he noticed Silverstream's kits playing around with each other. One of them looked exactly like Silverstream.

"Featherkit…" he mumbled.

The young kit looked over. "What is it Crookedstar?"

Her face is the same as her mother's. Her fur, well groomed and silky, her skinny body, making her swift and elegant. Why did they have to look so much alike? Why did my beloved daughter have to go.

The old tom paused for a moment then purred. "You are so special." He meowed.

Featherkit giggled and went off to play with her brother. For the first time in a long while, the old leader purred.

Shortly after the kits joined the clan, Crookedstar became sicker. His heart still ached, he felt feverish and tired. He knew his time was almost here. He only have a little longer to live.

On the last night of his life, he chose to be alone in his den. He wished to dream one last time, hopefully he'd see his daughter in this dream. He closed his eyes and took long, deep, breaths. Soon they became shallow.

Suddenly his body stopped moving. Everything was still.

The old tom laid there motionless and cold.

"Silverstream? Where are you?" he cried. "I need you."

"I'm here father." Suddenly a silver she-cat appeared from the darkness. Everything began to light up.

"My beloved daughter, I haven't seen you in such a long time." He ran up to her and licked her ear.

"I missed you too." She mewed. "Let's go now. Your time is up, you've stopped breathing."

Crookedstar stared into his daughter's seldom eyes. "Let's go."

Suddenly many cats surrounded him. They were all the past leader of every clan. They were his guides. The cats swiftly moved. They made their way towards Starclan. Crookedstar followed them, Silverstream was right next to him.

"I'm so glad to see you again father." She mewed happily.

"Me too." He meowed with joy. As he climbed up higher towards Starclan, his old, frail body soon became younger and stronger. He could feel the energy passing through him. His heart which ached for so long had finally stopped hurting. He was happy again.

"Silverstream." He looked over into his daughter's eyes.

"Yes?" she mewed.

"You are my flesh and blood."

Kinda sad, don't you think? We never really heard Crookedstar's thoughts after his daughter died...I felt like writing a fic about it. Next Chapter will br on Raggedstar. Thank you for reading and please review too.