Visions passed through the young, beautiful she-cat's mind as she lay next to the light brown tabby that had taken her heart from her first beloved. The day Shrewpaw had died she had felt like all of StarClan had crashed down on her, and now. Now she had fallen in love again. With his younger brother, Birchfall.

Although Whitewing was afraid to go to sleep for what her dreams would bring, for after the death, his death, her dreams had been filled with terrifying images of that day when her world changed. Reluctantly, Birchfall's fur warmed her, and she fell into a restless sleep.

"Food!" Shrewpaw mewed quietly as he crept slowly up to the plump pheasant that was sitting on a low branch. Alarmed, Whitepaw hissed, "No Shrewpaw! It's too close!"

"Stupid bird, stupid bird," he hissed as he fell into a natural hunter's crouch. Then they she felt it. They felt the ground trembling.

"Shrewpaw, no!" she struggled to leap after him, but barely made it out of the way as a huge crack of splintering wood surrounded the area. The pheasant flew. Shrewpaw leapt. Then, a blood-chilling CRUNCH.

The monster left, its black paws churning up the dirt and dust. Blood filled the imprints that the paws had made. And then Whitepaw knew.

Shrewpaw was dying.

"SHREWPAW!" she wailed. "STARCLAN NO!" In a dazed slow motion, she ran over to her dying friend. "Why?!" she continued yowling. Then she heard.

"Whitepaw," he croaked, his voice ebbing. "Whitepaw..." The word hung in the air, but with the little light that was left in his eyes, she knew.

He loved her more than anything in the world.


"Hey," hissed a voice. Shocked from her nightmare, she saw Birchfall with an annoyed look on his face. "Quiet down, we're trying to sleep." Distraught, Whitewing glared at him, and shifted closer to her father, Cloudtail, who was curled up next to her mother, Brightheart. Birchfall's face fell.

"No, Whitewing," he started, "I didn't-"

"Well you did!" she snapped, and stood up carefully. She leapt over the bodies of sleeping cats and ran to what she hoped was a private spot: the Sky Oak.

When she arrived, she began climbing the tree, like she had when she was an apprentice. Using only starlight and moonlight, she sat down, almost at the top. She looked down to see Birchfall staring up at her.

"Come down before you fall!" he called.

"Make me!" she hissed. Then he began to climb. And she jumped. (A/N NO she is not commiting suicide!)

"WHITEWING!" Birchfall yowled, jumping off and rushing over to her body. She had aimed right; a pile of fallen leaves and moss were what lay under her body.

Curling up next to her, he began to groom her beautiful white fur. The words came out, faster then intended.

"I love you Whitewing."


That night, her life changed. Four words uttered, and her life was complete.

"I love you Whitepaw."

She could have died in her bliss.

"I love you too Shrewpaw." He curled his body around hers as they shared tongues. Every since the Squirrelpaw had left, the two apprentices had become love struck. And now they lay at Sunningrocks together, watching the sunrise.

"Whitepaw," Shrewpaw began, "If I died tomorrow, the only cat I would want with me would be you."

Whitepaw purred in pure happiness.

"Yes, Shrewpaw, I would want the same."


"Why not?" Birchfall asked, confused.

"Because, I love another," she replied reluctantly.

"Spiderleg," he said bitterly.

"No. Shrewpaw."

She hated Birchfall for making her feel this way. She hated the way he groomed her fur. She hated the way he curled up next to her. She wanted Shrewpaw, and no one else. No matter what her feelings were.

Pulling away from Birchfall, Whitewing ran. And she ran. She stopped when she smelt something. Something from the past. Shrewpaw!

His amber eyes looked at her with all the love in the world. She heard his voice. She felt her fur. She felt love. She felt alive.

"You must move along Whitewing," Shrewpaw murmured. "Birchfall will make a good mate and father, and you will grow to love him just as much as you love me."

"But that's impossible," Whitewing murmured dreamily. "I already love you with everything my heart possesses." She wanted to stand there forever.

"I must go my love," he whispered, regret filling his voice. "Move on, I'll wait for you forever..." And he was gone.

Whitewing watched as her kits played happily in the fresh leaf-bare snow. At 4 moons, they were ready to explore everything around them. Their father was Birchfall.

After her talk with Shrewpaw, Whitewing had (reluctantly) let herself fall in love with Birchfall, and now 2 healthy kits sang of their love. The first, Larchkit, a dark brown tabby she-cat with small white specks and beautiful green eyes. The second, a dark brown tom with amber eyes. Shrewkit.


A/N Ok, Forbidden Cinders will still be updated, but yay! I got this up too! Ok, The next one is going to be JayfeatherxWillowbranch. Yay for medicine cats! Ok, I'm requesting that you people vote on the next pairing after Jayfeather Willowbranch. Ok, here are the choices:

Swallowtail x Rainwhisker

Silverstream x Graystripe and then Millie

Brightheart x Cloudwhisker and then evil Daisy

Squirrelflight x Brambleclaw and then Asfur

(If you guys have any others, please tell me what they are!)

Please vote in your review! Please!