This is my first fanfic, and I though I should make it about my fav forbidden love, Crowfeather and Leafpool! I guarantee this wont be super sappy like the other CrowxLeaf fics I've read. Most of them started with Crowfeather confessing his undying love for Leafpool, and that just seemed really fake to me so mine's really different. Hope you enjoy! Please review, and point out mistakes if you see them!

The WindClan tom padded toward her across the windy moor. He was so close now, so close that Leafpool could count the gray-black hairs on his pelt, search the depths of those usually guarded sky blue eyes. He finally stopped a tail-length away from her, and she yearned for closeness.

His ear flicked as she stepped a mouse-length closer. Her paws itched to touch her nose to his, to wrap her body around him.

"What are you doing so far from camp?" he meowed.

"Crowfeather," she purred softly. "I had to see you." His eyes showed no pain or regret, only deep, unquenchable love. That was how Leafpool liked them best.

He purred and padded forward, finally providing that tingle that came from her nose as it made contact with his. "But why'd you have to come all the way to the ThunderClan border to see me, Nightcloud?"

She leaped back as if he had clawed her. "I-Crowfeather, it's me, Leafpool!"

Crowfeather's eyes looked hurt. "Nightcloud, you're the mother of my kits. Don't you think I recognize you when I see you?"

Leafpool could only stand, mystified, and stare into his deep blue eyes. Finally, she mewed, "I wish I was, Crowfeather. I want more then anything to be the mother of your kits. But I'm not Nightcloud. I'm Leafpool."

He looked angry now, and it scared her. "Nightcloud, I would have thought you, of all cats, wouldn't taunt me about Leafpool. You know how much I try to forget her."

She backed away from him, trying hard not to moan with pain. He turned away from her and traveled back across the WindClan moor. She tried to get a last glimpse of his black pelt as he padded away, but the mist of the moor swallowed him up.

She ran the other way, lost and frightened in the unfamiliar territory. Finally, she came to the edge of the lake and looked down into it. With a gasp, she turned suddenly and stumbled. She dropped like a stone into the smooth glass-like water. It swallowed her up and she thrashed wildly in the murky depths, fighting for air.

"Leafpool? Leafpool! Wake up!"

She opened her eyes a sliver and saw that she was thrashing in her nest, not the deep lake water. Bits of moss were clinging to her pelt. The thing prodding her and meowing was Jaypaw.

"Leafpool? Are you okay? You were making an awful racket."

Leafpool was surprised that Jaypaw didn't say this with his usual annoyed, haughty manner, but with real worry behind his words. "I-sorry, Jaypaw. I had a bad dream."

He stared at her with penetrating blue eyes and Leafpool shivered, thinking of how much he looked like he could really see her.

He looked torn, as if wondering if he should say something. "Leafpool," he murmured, "Did it have something to do with Crowfeather? You said his name."

She sat up quickly, scattering moss, and gave her chest fur a few quick licks. "If it did, it's none of your business."

He looked at her earnestly. "Leafpool, I don't trust him, I think he's up to something. Why did he follow me all the way here the day I fell in the stream? What if he was trying to get a look at the camp! What if he's plotting with Onestar to-"

"Enough!" Leafpool hissed. "I happen to know that Crowfeather is not plotting anything against ThunderClan. Now, it's none of your business what dreams I share with StarClan. Just forget it.

Jaypaw's pelt bristled, but he stalked out of the medicine cat den without another word.

Leafpool sighed. The dream tumbled in her head, making her dizzy and frightened. She couldn't forget what she had seen in the lake as she looked down at her reflection; cold amber eyes and haughty features on a black-furred face. The face of that wretched WindClan she-cat, Nightcloud.