A challenge from the Forum Petalclan. The challenge is to write a one-shot about my favorite warriors ship. I've never written a one shot before, Well then...here we go. WARNING! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ RIVER OF FIRE, SPOILERS AHEAD!

Jayfeather sat in the medicine den sorting his herbs. He had sent Alderheart out to find watermint just incase the sickness came back. And Leafpool was still in Riverclan, caring for Mothwing. He let out a sigh. The medicine den had never been this quiet. Without Briarlight, the medicine den seemed...Dull. Ever since the sickness took her life, Jayfeather had been lonely. He missed his patient, his friend. He could still imagine her right there in her nest, helping him sort the stack of herbs. He let out another sigh and continued his work.

He layed in his nest, unable to sleep. Alderheart had cleaned Briarlight's old nest out, taking what was left of her scent away. He pricked his ears, listening to the sounds around the camp. Thoughts drifted in and out of his head.

It's your fault.

She caught it from you.

You should have realized.

Stupid mouse-brained sickness.

Stupid queens having kits.

I'm a mouse brain, a foxheart.

She died because of YOU.

Soon he drifted off to sleep. His dreams filled with shadows and sorrow.

Dream

Jayfeather was on a small patch of light. Everytime he stepped off the patch, his paw filled with pain and voices wailed, hissing and spitting that it was his fault. He curled up on the patch of light and weeped.

"Jayfeather…" a voice echoed. "Jayfeather.." It repeated. He curled up, determined to get away from the negative voices.

He froze as he felt a tail touch his shoulders, and a familiar scent wafted around him. He opened his eyes and looked up. He was in a clearing, dew on tree leaves,and grass, making them look as if the stars themselves lived on them.

"There you are." The Dark Brown she cat stood above him, her sky blue eyes gentle. Starlight speckled her pelt and she stood, using all of her legs.

"Briarlight!?" Jayfeather mewed, his eyes widening.

"No need to be sad silly." She mewed, sticking her tongue out at him.

"B-but.." Jayfeather stammered.

"No buts. It's not your fault. It was my time. It was MY fault i got sick. If i would have just told Alderheart, or you that i hadn't been feeling well…. It's my fault. Not yours. Now, now that i can run again, wanna race?" She asked the grey tom.

Jayfeather broke into a rare smile. "Of course…." He mewed. Together they ran, raced up trees and threw moss balls at each other.

Soon, Jayfeather began to fade. He was waking up.

"Well, this is goodbye for now silly." Briarlight mewed. Jayfeather looked down at his fading paws.

"yeah….Briarlight?" he asked, looking back up at her.

"Yes Jayfeather?" She answered making a serious face and giving her voice an accent. This made the grumpy tom laugh.

"I-...I miss you...and i never told you but...i love you." He confessed. Briarlight gave him a gentle smile. He padded up to him and nuzzled him.

"I Love you to you grumpy furball." She purred. And with that, he faded away, waking up.

THE END

I think i did a good job if i do say so myself! But i need to stop writing such depressing nightmares.