This is a one-shot I got inspired to write by listening to sad songs, My Immortal by Evanescence was the main song I listened to.. lol. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.
A cold wind ripped across the moorlands, scaring rabbits and other small creatures back into their dens. A small group of cats clustered together as the wind tried to blow them off their paws.
"I think it's time to go back to camp." A ginger tom meowed, glancing at his shivering clanmates.
"But Crowfeather isn't back yet." One of the cats objected. The tom's tail tip flicked in annoyance.
"Crowfeather knows where the camp is. He's not a kit." He replied, gathering his hunting patrol with a lash of his tail. They trotted off in the direction of the WindClan camp.
A dark gray cat watched them leave, not caring they'd left him behind. He didn't want to go back to camp just yet. He knew Nightcloud was there waiting to claw his ears off for something he would do that annoyed her. He turned and started padding in a random direction, letting his paws take him in the opposite way of the camp.
His heart ached when he realised they had carried him to the ThunderClan border. With a sigh he sat down and stared into the trees. He became annoyed with himself when he realised he was hoping to catch a glimpse of light brown tabby fur.
She chose her clan over me and made it clear that we couldn't be together. Why am I trying to see her? He thought, feeling both angry and confused. He closed his eyes as another gust of wind blew over the moorlands. The wind blowing through his fur relaxed him and cleared his head. As much as he wished they could go back and start over or for everything to magically be fixed between him and Leafpool, he knew that would never happen. He regretted not being there for all the moments he could have had with her and their kits. He didn't know much about their kits at all, only their names and the colour of their pelts. He felt his whiskers twitch in amusement as he remembered saving Jayfeather from the lake when the blind tabby was an apprentice. At least he'd done something right then in saving his son. He was so caught up in memories he didn't hear a cat approaching him.
"Crowfeather?" A soft meow came from behind him. The tom opened his eyes and turned his head and saw his old apprentice, Heathertail, standing behind him, a sympathetic look in her eyes. He blinked at her, a silent way of asking what she wanted.
"Ashfoot wants you for another hunting patrol." She told him before turning around and walking back towards the camp, expecting Crowfeather to follow. Crowfeather turned back to look at the ThunderClan forest for a few moments longer before standing.
"Leafpool, I'm sorry." He mewed softly lingering for a moment before turning and following Heathertail back to camp.
Over on the ThunderClan side of the border a cat walked out of the shadows, watching the dark gray tom leave. "I'm sorry too." The light brown tabby she-cat meowed, her heart aching as she watched the cat she loved go further into his territory.