The Blood Of Forbidden Love II: Leafpool's Betrayal
Since Onestar had attacked him, Crowfeather was forced to stay in the medicine cat den. He was no longer allowed to hunt on his own and patrol. All hopes of seeing Leafpool were gone, except for Gatherings (which only came once every moon). Onestar had told all of WindClan of his so called 'betrayal'. Crowfeather didn't see his loving Leafpool as a betrayal to the Clan, but to Feathertail. He still carried her name.
"Oh, Feathertail. I'm sorry, I am. Please take me back in StarClan…please." Crowfeather drifted into sleep. The fresh smells of the medicine cat den were gone and he sat on the Great Rock in Fourtrees. The familiar smell and rustling of prey startled him. This land was untouched by Twolegs. Then, he was whisked away to a waterfall.
"Hello, Crowfeather. I've missed you." A silver cat appeared from the waterfall. Crowfeather purred and licked the cat's forehead.
"Feathertail! It's you…it's actually…listen. I'm sorry about Leafpool and I'll give it all up when you say so," He sat with his head high to show loyalty. Feathertail purred but then, suddenly stopping, she meowed seriously.
"I'm dead, Crowfeather. Not that I didn't…don't…love you, I'm dead. We can never be, Crowfeather."
"I hate this."
"I do, too, but we all let go eventually."
"I'll never let go."
"You must! Listen, something will happen between you and Leafpool. I cannot say what, but be careful. Make wise decisions and don't fret. I'll watch over you," She purred as she licked his head before disappearing into the waterfall. The smells of the medicine cat den returned and Crowfeather felt a moss bed grow beneath him. He thought of Feathertail's prophecy, but mostly of what she said. Did she really want him to forget her? He couldn't, though. He felt guilty whenever he licked Leafpool's head, whenever he cuddled with her on the border. She's supposed to be Feathertail, he thinks.
Silverpelt stared down upon him in pity. Crowfeather was sitting outside the medicine cat den, even though he knew he should be sleeping (or at least trying to, for that matter). He wandered to the border of ThunderClan and WindClan. Leafpool, of course, wasn't there to greet him with a purr or a lick on his ear. Neither was Feathertail.
"How can I love them both? How can I be so disloyal to Feathertail?"
"Who's there?" A hiss called from the ThunderClan side. Two orange cats stepped out from a bush. He knew them both.
"Brambleclaw! Squirrelflight! It's you, thank StarClan."
"Crowfeather? Why are you hissing at no one? Are you talking about Leafpool? Because if you are…" Squirrelflight was interuppted by her lover, Brambleclaw.
"Shush. Remember? We can't tell. It's good to see you, Crowfeather."
"Do you know how much trouble you've caused?" Squirrelflight spat at him. Only, Crowfeather didn't. He didn't know what crisis had struck Leafpoool and ThunderClan.
"No, I don't. So shut up, mousebrain, and go home! What business of this is yours?" Crowfeather hissed fiercely.
"The business is the trouble you've caused my sister!"
"Squirrelflight! Enough. Let's go home before you blab the whole ordeal. Goodbye, Crowfeather, and get well." Brambleclaw led the reluctant Squirrelflight away. Crowfeather wondered what they had been doing, out at night, alone. What if… Crowfeather was too worried about Leafpool to think of what might've happened between Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight. What had he done to Leafpool? Was she hurt? Was she dead? He had to see her but he had to get back to the den. Silverpelt was disappearing.
