I do not own warriors by the awesome Erin Hunter(s)

Warning! - I am not responsible for the following

Laughter

Crying

Dying of laughter

Stitches

Some how spitting anything that you are drinking on a person

Getting bet up by that person

Extended laughter for no reason

People looking at you in a weird way

And staring at your computer screen

Not for people over 40 just kidding I felt like putting that there ^_^

Wow that's a lot of warnings anyway on with the story

A lone gray tabby tom sitting looking out over the edge of the bank of the outcrop jutting out on the edge of the lake, he sat with a small pile of herbs at his paws and a wad of moss in his claws. The tabby was being watched however by another cat stalking him in the wilderness the woods dappled light and dry undergrowth hiding his pelt as he crept forward. As the other tabby tom rocked back on his hunches ready to spring the other tom sensed his presence and turned is ear. But it was to late "Glomp!" yelled the other tom and he jumped at the other cat flattening him.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." The other cat managed to gasp out.

"Hey Jayfeather what's up?" The other cat asked Jayfeather. Looking amused that the cat was squashed and he made himself comfortable on his head.

"Get off me Lionblaze!"

"Fine, jeez. Come on herb boy, Firestar says we have to get back to camp now I have a mouse and you found moss and Marigold." The orange cat said getting off of him and leading the way back to the brush.

"No, you go ahead, I'll meet you back at camp" Jayfeather meowed and proceeded to descend to the bush where he kept his treasure, of which his brother did not know about.

"Ok do you want me to-"

"NO! I can find my way around fine just because I'm blind doesn't mean I have to be watched all the time like a kit." Jayfeather snapped at his brother and the orange tabby shrugged and walked back into the ferns.

Jayfeather walked toward the sandy lake bed and over to the ancient bush that held his secret a stick that has gone back to the ancient cats of the lake before the four cat clans had moved there the other cats were now the tribe of rushing water that lived in the mountains behind a waterfall. He took the stick out from under the bush and brushed his paw across the markings of the stick hearing the names of the cats that had died and survived the network of tunnels under his clan Thunder Clan and the other neighboring clan made of cats that lived on the moor- Wind Clan. Jayfeather sat staring lovingly at the stick. He ran his paw across the smooth bark and placed it back under the roots of the bush what he was doing as a medicine cat was illegal he was meeting someone- the stick- and that was forbidden. He walked back to the camp with the Marigold and moss in his jaws.

One year later (oh no…This is creeping me out O.o)

"Hey Poppyfrost." A pale gray she-cat that had darker flecks and sparkling green eyes came bounding up to the other she-cat a tortoiseshell who was dozing in the new leaf light " You hear Jayfeather has a kit?"

"No, who's the other parent?" asked Poppyfrost innocently

"A stick."

"What?"

"Look here comes the kit." The she-cat flicked her tail to a brown tabby cat with long-fur. He was walking straight at them. He then turned to the fresh kill pile to grab a mouse only to have the she-cats faint as he had a stick body.

"Hmm. What's up with them?"

Morning: yeah I really don't know how possible that is O_o weird this was actually kind of creepyish to write so yeah… You kind of have to read the books to know what I mean or this will sound really scary to you….