Mend: Warriors, the characters, nor the plot belongs to me, all I own are the OC(s).

Summary: Lostpaw, a young apprentice in ShadowClan knows of the warrior code and StarClan; but one day she starts to wonder about her place among the Clan. Will Lostpaw be able to find out where her loyalties lay, or will she loose all sense of direction? OCxRavenpaw; OCxOC OCxGraystripe, OCxOC, SandstormxFirestar; GraystripexSilverstream, MistyfootxLionheart. Note: This chapter is from Lionheart's POV, but I promise the next one will be from Lostpaw's.

Prologue

Lush scents spoke of green-leaf, the full moon shone above in the clear night sky. His green gaze resting on the hollow below him, Lionheart took in a steadying breath and glanced at his clan mates. Whitestorm, Tigerclaw and Redtail, along with their leader Bluestar were some among the group. His gaze flickering over to his leader, he watched for the signal that told them to pour into the clearing.

Seeing it, he like the other Warriors followed his leader downward. Looking among the ones in RiverClan he frowned, no sight of Mistyfoot anywhere; he wanted to know how she and the kits were doing. Hearing someone on his right, Lionheart turned to face them; seeing the reddish-brown tom, he padded over curious on what Oakheart wanted.

His pelt somewhat fluffed he shook himself, glancing over at the ThunderClan warriors to see that they were all busy, returning his attention to Oakheart he asked softly, "How's the kits and Mistyfoot doing?"

"I already know the truth; you loved her with all your heart, Lionheart."

Surprise glazing his eyes, Lionheart lowered his head ashamed that someone from a rival clan should find out. Hearing his next comment, Lionheart smiled as he whispered, "You're right, but I know she'll find better love, she's stronger than I expected her to be."

His eyes clouding at this, the tom knew that Mistyfoot would but he never would be able to put her behind him, sure he'd find some other she-cat but would his heart truly be in it? Turning to look up at the Great Rock as the familiar summon rang across the clearing, closing his eyes he thought again of how this place seemed to hold a calming air to it.

"Do you like it here, Oakheart?" He breathed, opening an eye he caught the deputy's nod, listening he took in the words. So, ShadowClan, RiverClan and WindClan are all doing okay, that's good to know, right? He thought.

"ThunderClan is doing excellent, the prey is running well and we have had a couple new kits this leaf-bare, they made it through just fine. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?"

Watching as the leaders shook their heads, Lionheart felt his heartbreak when Bluestar continued, "Very well than, this meeting is over!"

"Bye, tell Mistyfoot and the kits I said hello."

Hanging his head, the tom padded after his clan mates, stopping he turned to see that the RiverClan deputy had trekked after him. Watching as the deputy slipped past him and asked Bluestar something, surprised when he came back a strange light in his eyes, Lionheart listened as he said, "Bluestar wants you to do a late night hunting session tonight before you head home, over by the RiverClan border."

Taken aback he stared dumbfounded at the tom, nodding his head he watched as the RiverClan deputy slipped away from them and headed back to his clan. Realizing that they still had some time before the sun rose, pelting off near the RiverClan border he knew it'd be a couple of minutes after RiverClan reached their camp, suddenly having a sneaky suspicion on what was truly going on he held his silence until he reached it.

Looking around he sat down on one of the rocks; Sunning rocks had been a battleground for the two different clans for so long. Could it be that they know about Mistyfoot and me? Do they know about the kits? He thought suddenly panicked that this might be a trap and they would get hurt.

"Lionheart!" Searching the banks for the one that had called his name, he spotted the blue-gray pelt of the she-cat he had come to care for. Oh no, StarClan please don't let me give nervous! I want to be a loyal ThunderClan warrior. He begged.

"Mistyfoot, how have you been doing?"

Her gaze warm and kind like before; he regretted that he even come here. Listening when she said that she was doing excellent, much like the kits were, he forced a smile knowing that he'd have to be careful. "How about you? Is the prey running well?"

"Yes," he answered nimbly.

"I've missed you, a lot." She said, pain creeping into her mew.

His heart cracking at this, he weighed his options, trying to think about what to say. He missed her, but he also wished that the memory would die. We should just forget about this, after all it'd be better for the kits and for our Clans...maybe even for us. He reasoned in his mind. Wouldn't it be better if they did forget what they had? Did Mistyfoot really need him as much as he wanted her?

Swallowing his pride he stared down at his paws, trying to think about the best way to end what they had. What should I tell her to make her see that we can't continue seeing each other? Yell at her, no way, that would draw too much attention to us. Maybe I should just leave, tell her goodbye once and for all. He thought, his eyes clouding with what he had to do, he lifted his gaze and met her blue pools; and at once he remembered why he had fallen for her.

Much to his dismay, Lionheart knew it'd be easier if he caught something. Looking away from her, he regretted what he was about to say, sure he knew it'd hurt Mistyfoot, but it would also help her...and him for that matter. "Leave me alone, I don't want to see you; after all, I know you're better when I'm gone and vice versa. Good-bye," he whispered.

"Can't you leave your Clan and join RiverClan?" She queried.

His eyes blazing with anger, he growled, "Why should I do that? I didn't ask you to leave your Clan! Why would I ask you to leave behind the Clan you were born and raised in? I was right on this, just do me this favor: don't speak to me ever again and find a new mate!"

Pain shinning in her pools, the queen shook her head, sadness and anger mixing as she quipped, "Fine! I personally didn't want to see you anyway, I guess you don't care that one of the kits are gone. I only came here because Oakheart said it'd be in my best interest, but it's obvious he was wrong." Her voice cracked at the end as she whipped around, heading straight back to the bank.

Watching as she stormed off, Lionheart felt the dagger sharp pain cut through him again, hanging his head he turned away and headed toward the camp. "I'm sorry Mistyfoot, but I had to do what was best." He apologized under his breath.

Mend: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please review and point out anything that could be fixed up; please and thank-you. Just so everyone knows, this is right before Oakheart...nevermind, I'm not gonna spoil it incase no one's read the books, but it does run along side them.

Mistyfoot: Alright, Mend, what in StarClan's name are you planning?

Mend: Umm, nothing.

Lionheart: See you guys next time!