Author's Note: I wanted to put an example quote from the book above, so you know where I'm going, but I don't have the book, and it's been a long time since I read it. Again, since it's been a while since I read it, there might be some errors as I don't exactly remember TOO well what happened. What I think happened that Leafpool ran away with Crowfeather, and then Midnight came to warn them that badgers were headed to ThunderClan for revenge. They came back, and ThunderClan was saved with the help of WindClan...right? Feel free to correct me, nicely. This is what might have happened if they decided to not come back. Oh yeah, and I forgot how Cinderpelt died exactly, so

It was the hardest decision Leafpool ever had to make. She wanted to warn ThunderClan, but warning them would mean that everybody would beg her to come back, and she probably would, the soft-heart that she was. She..she didn't want to go back, did she? ThunderClan had no medicine cat apprentice now, but Leafpool remembered bitterly how Brightheart had been slowly taking over her job anyway. She could have that job!

The night was chill, but Leafpool felt warmer than ever cuddled up to Crowfeather's dark pelt. Love for him swirled in her heart, and she felt happier than she ever had for a long time, even though deep deep inside, she missed ThunderClan already. Her friend Sorreltail was having kits soon! She shook her head, and put it on her paws and went to sleep. Outside, the shrill cry of crickets filled the air, like the stars of StarClan, watching her and shaking their heads. Trees blew slightly in the gentle wind, and an owl hooted.

"Leafpool! Leafpool! Wake up. Let's explore the territory while the sun rises. It will be beautiful." It was strange to hear the grumpy tom speak so softly, and Leafpool purred slightly in amusement, though she was extremely tired.

"Oh, Crowfeather, we have all the time in the world!" She tried to speak excitedly, but her throat got caught when an image appeared in her head. She stared into the distance. Crowfeather just sat and watched her patiently. He knew how medicine cats got visions from StarClan, and even though she wasn't a clan cat anymore, StarClan probably still had the power to contact her.

A tortoiseshell cat appeared before Leafpool's eyes. Sorreltail! Her heart warmed. She was giving birth! Leafpool yelled for help, forgetting temporarily that she couldn't interfere. This probably had already happened. She couldn't touch the past. Cinderpelt ran past her like she wasn't there, because, really, she wasn't. Sorreltail screeched, feeling the pain that many mothers before her had felt. Leafpool looked away. She didn't want to watch. Her ears twitched. What was that sound? Screaming, hissing, meowing. Leafpool swallowed. Fighting cats. When she looked outside, she could see the many pelts fighting the pelt of...Midnight? No, not her. It was another badger..The ones that Midnight warned about! As she watched through the entrance, she saw a light grey body laying awkwardly in the clearing,Sootfur. She didn't need to touch him, prod him, whisper to him, to see that the tom had died. He had been a loyal warrior of ThunderClan. She bowed her head in honour, and planned to watch the sky tonight to find a new star. Suddenly she felt a presense next to her. Cinderpelt. She was guarding the den. She turned her head and stared right through Leafpool, or at her? Did Cinderpelt know that she was there, the ginger-pelted traitor was watching her right now? A white flash. A badger started to attack the grey she-cat. Leafpool watched, dread filling her, wanting to help her old mentor. She looked away to see Sorreltail, grooming her first born. "Poppykit." The new mother had whispered. Leafpool shivered, and StarClan whispered in her ear. "Turn around." What Leafpool saw caused her to throw her head up and yowl to the sky. Cinderpelt's body lay there now, and the badger that had commited this crime of ending the kit's life was now lumbering around, looking for a new victim. "Turn around again." the voice said. She did. StarClan had sped up time slightly, to when all the kits had been born, and Cinderpelt's body was being buried, and some other warriors. Sorreltail had four kits. Two of them fed healthily, but two others were frozen. Without the help of a medicine cat, the other two had died. Sorreltail paid no attention to them, and paid only attention to the ones that were alive. The clan must go on.

Leafpool snapped back to the present. Her pelt was covered in sweat, and she was shaking heavily. Crowfeather was grooming her, currently fixing up the fur on her shoulder. He did not say anything when she was back. This was her own time.

But she wanted Crowfeather to know.

"Crowfeather. It was terrible. The badgers DID come, like Midnight said. They...they killed Sootfur, and, " Her meow started to break, and her voice went hoarse, "and, Cinderpelt! And...I wasn't there, so two of Sorreltail's kits died! My fault...my fault. " She started to shake more violently.

"No. You can't blame yourself, Leafpool. The clan did not depend on one cat. If you were there, it would make no difference. Maybe, maybe, you would have died too, but you didn't, and you're here, safe with me. Together, we'll make a clan. A clan where true love is allowed to happen, and casualties almost never exist."

Leafpool was calmed by his words, though they probably weren't too true. She cuddled up with him, and just stared out of the entrance, eyes blank.

-to be continued soon-