Ch. 1 If Feathertail did not die.
"Crowpaw!" Feathertail howled, leaping up to the top of the cavern. Feathertail hooked her claws deep into one of the narrow stones that were jutting down from the cave roof. Then the rock broke away under Feathertail's extra wait. Feathertail and the spear shape rock fell to the ground. "No!" her brother, Stormfur yowled. Crowpaw looked up and he could see the determination gleaming in her eyes. The rock plummeted down on top of Sharptooth. The Lion-Cat howled in pain as the rock jabbed into him. Feathertail fell to the ground. "Feathertail?!" Crowpaw and Stormfur screeched in unison. Crowpaw was the first one to be at her side, "Feathertail, are you ok?" Feathertail's eyes opened, "Fine. Is Sharptooth dead?" "Yes, and you almost were, too!" Crowpaw said frantically. "Stop fussing." "Oh, and now I've saved your life twice," Feathertail smiled. "Feathertail, I love you!" Crowpaw smiled back, lightening the conversation.
"I love you, too, Crowpaw," Feathertail replied licking his ear. Stormfur padded up, "Feathertail, never do anything like that again. I am so glad you're ok. " Stormfur nudged his sister sweetly. "The Tribe of Endless Hunting spoke correctly! A silver cat has saved us!" Stoneteller meowed. Stormfur turned away from Crowpaw and Feathertail and looked out over the mountains, where he could barely see the forest, but they would all be home soon.