Disclaimer: I don't own warriors, but if I did...it wouldn't be warriors now would it.

Summary: what if stormfur had died in the tribe cave instead of feathertail? How would the other five react to his death? Feathertail+Crowpaw, Squirrelpaw+Brambleclaw

The Only One

Prologue: That day

(Stormfur POV)

I watched as Sharptooth stalked through the cave, his eyes glittering malevolently in the semi-darkness of the Tribe's waterfall cave. I glanced around and saw that every cat had found his or her own hiding spot...every cat except Crowpaw. I felt my sister tense and glanced at her, her gaze was focused forwards on a pointed pillar that hung from the roof of the cave mimicking the ones that were on the ground.

Feathertail bunched up her muscles preparing to jump, and in an instant I knew what she was going to do. My mind screamed out "NOT HER!!!" and then my mind froze. My body however moved on it own accord, pushing my sister back and thrusting me forward into the air.

I hovered mid air for a few moments before crashing into the stone pillar. It cracked and smashed down onto the helpless sharp tooth who stared at it in horror. I felt my body plummeting down only seconds behind the stone spear, my head contacted the stone and I was sure something cracked. The last sound I remember was the loud, heart wrenching yowl that came from my sister.

Cats crept out of hiding their eyes sorrow filled as they eyed the dead bodies in the center of their cave. Feathertail was the first to reach her brothers body nuzzling her nose into his still warm neck fur.

Stoneteller stepped up next to the silver riverclan warrior his old, wise eyes calm and soothing, "He shall be remembered and honored by all the tribe, and his legacy shall live on for generations of tribe cats."

The silver she-cat turned to Stoneteller her blue eyes clouded with pain, "Thank you for your kind words Stonteller, but he was the only family I had..." Feathertail choked on her last words and bowed her sleek head, her tail dragging on the ground as she made her way outside.

Crowpaw watched the she-cat, his heart aching at the sight of her immense pain that showed through her every movement.and he suddenly wished he could make everything better.

(Feathertail POV)

I gazed up at the starry sky wondering for the hundredth time, if this silverpelt was starclan or something else. But right now the sparkling nova's were all I had to connect me to my brother. Pain clutched at my under belly like the talon of a mountain eagle. I yowled my pain to starclan above, 'Stormfur, help me stay strong.' I prayed silently to whoever was up there listening.

It was that day, when Stormfur died, that something changed within me.

It was the pain and horror of that day that began my transformation into a different cat, unrecognizable from the outside world.

TBC

So this is my first warriors fic so no flames!!!! But please read and review.