HII! OK, so this, just to let u know, is technically a sequel. IDK. BUTTT, dont ditch this fanfic just because of that. its about the non-main characters point of view, and I didnt wanna bore them with what already happened. So, im writing it now. BUTTT, I'm still doing it straight from the beginning, and that includes the prolouge. Sooo, it's not gonna be confusing at ALL if u havent read the original one. buttt, just in case, its called A Roses Petal, BUT that is also a sequel, but its made, just like this one, to be able to be read without having to read the first book. ANNDDDD, btw, A Roses Petal is still in progress. ANNDDD, again (how many times have i said and? OR BUTTT? lol) if u want to go back to the VERY beginning, the first book is called The Life of a Star, by... guess who! ME! lol duhhh. Anyways, I've taken MUCH TO LONG to write this. Heres the prolouge:

Prologue:

A pond sat in the middle of a clear field, still as glass, even though wind battered at the trees and leaves fell into it. A single tom lay near the pool, unmoving. He stayed like this for a few hours, then finally, he stirred.

"Wh-where am I?" He asked himself, subconciously talking out loud. He didn't expect anyone to answer, and jumped when a female voice he recognized called back to him. A silvery-blue she-cat emerged from the trees.

"You're in a place I'm sure you've never been, my dear old friend." The she-cat said, smiling.

"Silvermoon? What are you doing-" He abruptly cut off, suddenly realizing what was going on. "But... you're... you're... dead!" He said in between shocked gasps of air.

Silvermoon sighed, remembering when her own father had delivered the same horrible news to her, and a great feeling of empathy welled up inside of her for the cat she once loved. "So are you." She said, eyeing him carefully, making sure he wouldn't pass out again. He froze, and the only thing that moved was a silvery-clear line of water that went up out of the bottom of his eyes. He shut them, unwilling to let Silvermoon see him cry.

"This... this is impossible! How did I die? I... Jaggedtooth! I hate him! He ruined my life when it was perfect!" he wailed. "I have a mate again! I'm expecting kits! How can this be happening?"

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, no you're not. You're just some little figment of my imagination, and I'm dreaming. Things that are fake don't have feelings, so you're not feeling sorry. I hope I'm sleep talking right now! Someone pinch me so I can wake up from this horrible nightmare!" He yowled up to the sky, hoping to wake up, but knowing he wouldn't.

Silvermoon walked over beside him and rubbed her muzzle against his face as he fell to the ground, his chest shaking with the quietly violent sobs that wracked his body.

I can't be dead, he thought to himself. No, no, no! This was just at the wrong point in time. My life was great! Maybe I should go and use my new StarClan power thingies to kill Jaggedheart, the horrible excuse for a cat who killed me! No... I swear by my two new-born kits that I won't try to kill the monster who murdered me, that would just make things worse...

"Maybe this will convince you that life up here is better than the one down there..." Silvermoon said, gently pulling him over towards the pool of water until he finally got up and walked by himself. "Show me his..." She hesitated. "His ex-mate."

The pool finally shuddered, revealing a she-cat walking through the forest, alone except for two little balls of fluff she was carrying. She remained silent, walking farther and farther until she reached the border of the west side of her clan.

"I'm here." She whispered quietly.

"Finally." Jaggedheart stepped out of the bushes.

The she-cat stared at the murderer, anger in her eyes. "Why did you have to kill him in the battle today? That was the one cat I told you to spare!"

"I had no choice. Besides, at least we dont have to worry about him knowing that the kits arent his, anymore, right?"

The she cat sighed. "Still... I loved you both so much, and I was so happy that you were willing to let me make a choice eventually... Now my first love is dead and I hate the other one!" She spat.

"You know you don't hate me." Jaggedtooth said, looking into her eyes with the same horrifying glare he had on his face when he murdered his latest victim.

She sighed again. "I know..." She looked into his eyes, and an unspoken cry of grief called out to him, asking him why he had killed the one other that she loved.

"I had to. Otherwise he would have killed me." He said, feeling horrible.

"Couldn't you have just avoided him?"

"You don't understand. I was his only target. I think he may have figured out..."

The distressed she-cat shook her head. "No. that's just the way he is. He won't settle for any less than the best, which in this case was you. He wanted to be the person who killed the big-baddie, the 'evil' deputy. Obviously he didn't know what he was doing..." Her eyes welled up with tears. Her mate walked over carefully, sorrow in his eyes.

The cat finally collapsed. She couldn't take this anymore... Her chest heaved with sobs.

The she-cats dead mate was shocked. He couldn't move. He couldn't breath. One final thought rang in his mind: I have no kits. My oath means nothing now.