Author's Note: Listen to this song while you read this. I thought Crowfeather should have a happy ending. Erin Hunter's been emotionally abusing him too much. This is my first song-fic.
Crowfeather was walking away from Windclan's camp. He didn't know where he was going. It didn't matter. He looked up at the stars in the night sky as he walked. Sometimes they seemed to take the shapes of cats running towards the lake.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You've been out riding fences, for too long now.
Crowfeather knew it was stupid to run away, but he couldn't take it anymore. He had lost everyone he had loved. Feathertail, Leafpool, now Nightcloud and Breezepelt son hated him. He was alone.
Oh, you're a hard one, and I know that you've got your reasons,
These things that are pleasing you,
Hurt you somehow,
His paws headed toward Thunderclan. He had to get Leafpool back. They had nothing left to lose now that everyone knew that they had been mates!
Don't you draw that queen of diamonds, boy. She'll beat you if she's able,
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
But he couldn't go back to Nightcloud! She would just chase him off. There was nothing to return to in Windclan. He had nothing. If only he could just have Feathertail back!
Now it seems to me some fine things,
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the ones, that you can't get.
He sat in the dark and howled at the moon. He looked up to the stars. He wanted Feathertail back.
"I can't live without you!" he cried to the stars.
Suddenly, he felt someone brush up against him.
"Feathertail?" he asked.
"No, Crowfeather. It's me, Ashfoot."
"Ashfoot."
"I know you miss her, but you have a mate and son, now. I can't make you do anything, but I hope you'll be home tomorrow."
The gray cat walked away, leaving Crowfeather alone.
Desperado, oh you ain't getting no younger,
Your pain and your hunger, they're driving you home,
And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talking
Your prison is walking through this world all alone,
Crowfeather felt a cold breeze blow against him, as he laid down on the damp moor. Tears stained the fur around his eyes. He looked up at the lightening sky. It would be dawn soon.
Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime,
The rain don't fall and the sun don't shine,
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.
Crowfeather felt cold inside and out. He didn't know what to do anymore. It was too much.
Your losing all your highs and lows,
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes,
Away,
Crowfeather sighed, got to his feet, and headed back to the Windclan camp. He had to be strong.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses,
Come down from your fences,
Open the gate,
As Crowfeather walked into camp, Nightcloud ran up to him.
"Where were you Crowfeather? I was worried."
Crowfeather could see the pain in her eyes.
It may be raining
But there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
"I was out hunting," he lied.
"Oh," Nightcloud looked calmer, "I love you, Crowfeather."
Crowfeather wasn't sure if he should say it, "I...I love you, Nightcloud," and he believed what he said.
You better let somebody love you,
Before it's too late.
"Do you want to go on a dawn patrol?"
"Sure."