[ Back in 2009, I wrote this. Needless to say, I failed, if you've seen the old version. I gave myself absolutely nothing to work with, but I'll try to make each chapter at least 400-500 words.. Two Chapters total. ]


I stood at the edge of the medicine cat den. It was a quiet day today, and I wish it was like this every day... Not many cats were sick except Squirrelflight, who had a minor case of greencough. It wasn't that bad, but it did need some herbs for it..

That brought me to the conclusion that I needed herbs. I began to stalk my way out of the camp, when I was stopped by our giant leader. He hated me for what I had done with Crowfeather, and it made his life as the leader of ThunderClan hell. But I wasn't one to argue with him, because I didn't want him to hate me more.

"Leafpool, where do you think you are going?" a snarl rippled through his lips, but I acted as if he was being nice as he was when he was an apprentice.

"I am going to get herbs for my sister, Squirrelflight. Unless you want a cat to get even worse than she already is, I suggest you..-" I began to say, scoot over or I'll make you. But I couldn't say that. Atleast, not to Lionstar. He would kill me, litterally.

"I suggest you move out of the way for a brief moment, if you could." I was smiling at the cat that had threatened my life before, and he was glad to argue, but he knew there wasn't a reason to stop me to go get herbs.

"You better hurry, or Squirrelflight will get even more sick and might develop white-cough." The dreaded whitecough; something that all cats from all the clans loathed, especially the medicine cats.

My nod was brisk in the direction of him, as I brushed past him. Hopefully, Squirrelflight would be good enough for me to take a stroll around the ThunderClan border.. It was just for a moment. I prayed to StarClan that it wouldn't hurt.


I sat lightly down where my stash of herbs sat, at the WindClan border. I oddly had put them there while walking, not thinking. I sat down as I looked over the lightened moors of the clan that was the enemy of ThunderClan.

I didn't see anyone patroling, but I couldn't just go into their clan borders. It would be rude. I was facing basically to the west side, where the camp was. I wondered what the newly named Crowstar was doing at the moment. He was probably mourning for the death of his mother and the previous leader, Ashstar.

I was glad that my mother was still alive and well. But the worst part was about Bramblestar. He had died because of my son, Lionstar. He had killed his own father and his leader to become leader himself. It was a cruel thing to do, and it would turn ThunderClan into a evil stage..

I was so deep and thinking about my own clan, that I hadn't heard the upcoming footsteps that were coming from the eastern side of the moors. When I looked to see if it was an intruder, I realized it was someone who I hadn't made a good contact with for a long time: Crowstar.

He was smiling slightly, probably hoping that I hadn't noticed. "Hello, Leafpool..." was his whisper, sitting on the other side of the border. I nodded. "You come to sit by the ThunderClan border when you want peace and quiet." I guessed. This was because this was the same way with me. Oddly, he nodded.

"I always have sense I met you. I wish things were the same with us again, Leafpool.. I miss it.."

My eyes met his for a long moment. I began to speak, to tell him I felt the same way about him.. But he was still speaking. ''But on this particular day, I came to pray to the ThunderClan forest for you to come and meet me here.. I was praying about it the whole time I was coming, and I can now ask you this.."

I tilted my head as if to ask what he was talking about, and he was eager to answer. He was standing now. "Come to WindClan, with me..."