A/N:

I love Erin Hunter and her Warrior Cat Series.

Sometimes, though, I wish I could hear more from some of the characters. To give Erin Hunter credit, she has to deal with 735 different characters. And counting. I feel bad for a lot of those characters, because as the title says, I think should get a chance in the spotlight, however fleeting it may be.

For this fanfiction, I am going to write a oneshot for every single character in the series, no matter how small they may be.

As always, epic thanks to my beta, Hope-Dream-Read, for editing this.

First up is Crowtail.

Crowtail:

*Looks: A skinny black tabby she-cat with dark green eyes

*Clan: ShadowClan (post-death: StarClan)

*Apprentices: Cloudpaw(pelt)

*Shown: Alive- Bluestar's Prophecy, Crookedstar's Promise, Battles of the

Clans

Dead- Night Whispers

Prey was never plentiful in our Clan, not even in greenleaf. I would go to gatherings, and see the sleek RiverClan, the muscular ThunderClan, and the lithe WindClan. All of them well fed. Yes, ShadowClan did eat, but we never did look healthy, really healthy, like they did. I always felt ashamed.

We knew other Clans feared us, and we took pride in that. But the only reason they were afraid of us was because of our wit, our ruthlessness, our extreme loyalty to the Clan over anything else. It wasn't because we could easily overpower them. Quite the contrary. If any of the other Clans had these skills, we would easily be the weakest Clan in the forest. We wouldn't have anything to hold over them.

When leaf-fall's cruel paw presses down, ShadowClan is in the pits. The prey becomes even more and more difficult to find than it already is. Yes, you would think that leaf-bare would be worse, but everyone in ShadowClan knows that it is obsolete in comparison to leaf-fall. Once those frigid moons really set in, you are used to living like a starving cat. It is harder, however, when you are just getting used to it; slowly eating less and less each day.

That particular leaf-fall, for some reason, was worse than others. It was colder; the leaves were already sprinkled with frost and the wind began to bite our paws. We were still getting used to Raggedstar and the way he ran things. And to top it off, we were shifting from just enough prey to practically none at all.

I know we shouldn't have been there. It was ThunderClan's territory. We were blatantly trespassing. But we were going though an extremely bad time in ShadowClan, and we needed the extra food.

The day started out worse than usual. Raggedstar put me on dawn patrol. I tried to explain to him that I had training with Cloudpaw all day, but he would nave nothing of it. So, after partially pulling a claw and dealing with Brackenfoot's grumbling, I got back to camp not to get food and not to take a break, but to bring my apprentice out for a hunting patrol.

I had already been out, and I knew there was barely anything at all; definitely not enough to even feed a quarter of the Clan. When we headed out of camp, I walked past Foxheart, our patrol leader, and flicked her on the shoulder as I passed. She immediately knew to follow me, so we walked to a more secluded area, while Cloudpaw was distracted with talking to Archeye.

I sat down and curled my tail over my paws, Foxheart doing the same. She waited for a moment for me to collect my thoughts, and then flicked the tip of his tail to say I could start.

"To be blunt," I started, "There is no way we are going to be able to bring anything back for the Clan. Only a couple of scrawny mice are out right now, but it's not enough to feed the queens, let alone the elders or the rest of us."

"There is nothing we can do about that," Foxheart meowed with a sigh.

"What if…" I faltered. "What if we crossed the Thunderpath?"

"What are you suggesting?" Foxheart queried, tilting her head and looking at me strangely.

"We could go into ThunderClan territory..." I trailed off.

Foxheart looked taken aback. Her eyes were wide, and her tail flipped off her paws and was now arching over her back. "I never expected any ShadowClan cat to say something like that, let alone you, Crowtail." She knew about how loyal I felt to the warrior code. "I could report you to Raggedstar for what you said, you know," she added.

"But you won't," I quickly and forcefully insisted, matching her gaze. "Because you care about the Clan just as much as I do." I looked around, making sure Cloudpaw was out of earshot. "And also because this isn't out of your league," I whispered

Something flashed across Foxheart's features, to quick for me to read. "All right," she murmured. "But make sure you keep your apprentice… quiet." She walked off, and I knew she wasn't talking about me making sure he crept silently.

I followed her, and when she went past Archeye and Cloudpaw, they fell in line with her. I nudged Cloudpaw's ear with my muzzle, and spoke to him quietly. "We are going to do something very dangerous." I saw his eyes widen in excitement, and I hastily added, "But you can't tell anyone. They will get jealous that they didn't get to go. And never, ever, do this again unless you have someone's permission." He nodded his head in the affirmative, and when I looked up, I could see that we were right near the Thunderpath.

Foxheart paused, crawling out from the dying reeds near the foul black path. She paused, and seeing no monsters in sight, she raced across. Archeye turned his head back to me when Foxheart flicked her tail on the other side to signal us to come across. The black streak over his eye was scrunched up, which usually happens when he is confused or upset. This time, it was probably both. I nodded to him, and, shaking his head in a noncommittal way, he raced across the Thunderpath himself.

I myself checked one last time that there were no monsters in sight. Not seeing any, which was very unusual, I pushed my tail on the pack of Cloudpaw's legs, and we sprinted across. I made sure he was always slightly ahead of me as the rancid odors filled my mouth.

We dived into the ferns on the other side, my eyes still burning from the fumes. Foxheart looked over us to make sure we were all in one piece, and then silently slipped away into the deeper parts of the forest.

"Keep as silent like I taught you," I said in an undertone. "Make sure to kill prey before it has a time to sound an alarm." I watched as Cloudpaw forced his fur as flat as it could go. He did his best to pace his feet straight down, trying not to slip foreword and press too hard, as he weaved though the undergrowth, avoiding contact with everything he could. 'Not perfect, but still coming along well,' I thought. A spark of pride lit in my chest, but it went away when I focused back on the task at hand.

While it would have been easier to split up to find more prey, we all stayed together, in case of an opposing patrol, and also because we didn't want to get lost in enemy territory. I was opening my mouth and just finally getting hints of shrew, when I stopped suddenly, hearing a rustle. I knew Foxheart saw me out of her peripheral vision, and she halted too. She hooked her tail, and we all knew that was code for danger.

Just I started to back up, the world spun. The ground was the sky and the sky, the ground. Yowls ripped from all over, and I found myself pinned down by a white she-cat. Reacting quickly, I flung her off with my back legs. Leaping up, I saw that the patrol only consisted of her and another gray blue she-cat, who Foxheart was grappling with. Cloudpaw was making quick, lashing swipes at the white one, while Archeye was close behind.

I knew Cloudpaw. He was very driven and he wanted to do the best he could for his Clan, but he wasn't the strongest apprentice in his den.

I also knew that Foxheart. She had no trouble actually sneaking into ThunderClan, but Raggedstar ever got word of it, she would be mortified.

While we could have easily taken on these two cats with our patrol of four, it really wouldn't have been the best course of action. I caterwauled, and waving my raised tail side to side, I turned and dashed away.

Paw steps were quickly following me. I saw Cloudpaw close beside me, so I picked him up by the scruff of his neck and hurried even faster. Not even checking the Thunderpath, I burst out of the ferns and scampered across. I toppled into prickly reeds, releasing my hold on Cloudpaw and he was flung by my momentum a few tail lengths away. A roaring was in my ears, and I realized it wasn't blood.

I looked up, and saw Foxheart almost over. Archeye was only partially, but I could see the whites of his eyes.

A monster just passed. It had ran down at him, and it barely missed him.

Both of the cats went screeching in fear into the reeds. Archeye immediately jumped to me, pushing his head into my shoulder. He was shuddering, gasping for breath. A wail from somewhere rose, and his soon mirrored it.

"What happened?" I asked, voice frightened and strained.

"The m-monster… huuh… hii-i…"

I looked up, through the reeds and across the Thunderpath. The white se-cat was on her side, something was tainting her fur near the ground pink. The other she-cat was over her, a single screech ripping her chest.

The white one was dead. Hit by the monster.

My heart beat rapidly. If I was one moment later, it could have been me and Cloudpaw.

'Cloudpaw!'

I looked over at him, and his ears were drawn back. A mixture of emotions plastered his face. Horror. Guilt. Fear. Disbelief. Hopelessness.

'He shouldn't have seen it.' I knew that this whole thing was my fault. It was my idea to cross, so it was my fault the ThunderClan warrior was dead, and my fault that my sweet apprentice had to be witness to such a dreadful thing. It felt like someone had takem a thorn and plunged it into my gut.

I promised myself that day that I would do anything in my power to never see that look on his face again.

Now, I really don't mind being dead. I mean, getting killed by sickness wasn't very heroic, but I get to be with my friends and family all the time.

Archeye and I always love the time we spend with each other, walking and hunting and just relaxing. He died before I did, and we have made up the time when we were separated, but it is still never enough. You couldn't separate us for anything.

I can see Cloudpelt every day. I know it sounds awful, but I was happy when he passed. I still got to see his triumphs and failures, and no other cat could have been prouder that me when he was made deputy. But he was my good friend even after he was made a warrior, and I missed him dearly.

The journey from the old forest to the lake was a hard one. We left behind memories, and the possibility of never seeing our kin again. However, in the end it was completely worth it.

Everything was peaceful for once.

At least, it was until we started getting these omens. And one day, all of a sudden, we woke up and there was an unspoken agreement that none of the cats from the different Clans of our past would interact with each other.

I was confused. This was StarClan! We were one Clan that was supposed to care equally about all of the cats on the ground. We weren't supposed to put one Clan before another, even if it was your own. But I didn't want to break the mould, so I just went along with it.

Then came the evening when we warned ShadowClan's ginger medicine cat, Flametail.

It makes me distressed to know that he is up here with us before his time. That night however, when he was still alive, and we told him to only trust his Clan; that, for me, is even more heartbreaking.

Flametail left, and I knew that the beginning of something great and terrible was coming. There was no trust, no hope let in the world. I leaned against Archeye, the pelt that I knew so well merging with mine, comforting me. I could feel the tension and load of my feelings begin to slightly lift off of my shoulders. I realized that Cloupelt would be feeling the same way we were, so I stood, breathing deeply, with Archeye by my side to go and find him.

It didn't take long. However, he didn't notice our approach, and I stopped abruptly.

Cloudpelt was looking at the place where Flametail stood before he had vanished. The same look on his face that had been burned into my memories was there again; the same one I had seen so many moons ago.

I had broken my promise. I had failed.

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