Description: Leafpool is in desperate love with Crowfeather, but he hates her.

What will happen when she and him both get exiled from their clans?

Leafpool's life isn't easy, when your exiled, you have no idea what to do.

This, is the life of two exiled cats, looking for each other,

but never finding themselves..

This, is your story.

LEAFPOOL'S POV

Have you ever been in love with someone you shouldn't be in love with? You would give anything for them: Your life, your sister, your everything, even your clan. You would kill for them to feel the same that you do. You love them so much you just can't let them go. Have you ever felt that? Anything like that, is what I feel now. My name is Leafpool, and I am the daughter of a deceased Firestar and a ill Sandstorm, a medicine cat of ThunderClan. Or you could say former medicine cat. I left that out, didn't I? About me getting exiled? I forgot about it myself. Yeah, I'm great at sarcasm, aren't I?

Well, I must get to it. Back when I was just a mere apprentice of Cinderpelt-but still with a warrior name, mind you-, oh how much I loved that medicine cat, I loved a cat named Crowfeather. Crowfeather, you see, was the best thing that could ever happen to anyone. He was sweet enough, and he saved me when we had that raging fight, and I swore he loved me from then on. I loved him, oh how I loved him. He asked to run away with me, and I remember saying yes, even though it was against everything I wanted to do. I didn't care. I loved him, and I was overcome with love that I didn't realize that Cinderpelt was hurt..

This was moons ago, if I may add. Badgers attacked the clan of ThunderClan, and Cinderpelt became deceased from everything that had happened to her. When Crowfeather questioned again if I could come with him, I could not. I had to stay with my clan, I had to be with my clan. My clan, that was my everything. I told him no, and just after, he told me he hated me for my decision. That he would find someone in WindClan. I didn't know now if he had kept that, but I prayed to StarClan that it was someone who could love him back..

Well, Lionstar, who was the leader at the time, is my kit with Crowfeather, along with his sister and brother: Hollyleaf and Jayfeather. Jayfeather is my apprentice, well, was my medicine cat apprentice, of ThunderClan. I must get to the point, shall I? Lionstar didn't like that I was about to go off and run off with Crowfeather, and decided to exile me. Out of the clan, out of his life. And he wished that I never was with him, never had done so. I was exiled and given until midnight to get away from ThunderClan and its borders. So now, I'm gone. Out of their lives.

I am now outside the WindClan border, looking out to the moors and wondering what to do now. It had been two days sense my exile, and I didn't want to do this anymore. I was starving, and I wanted Crowfeather, then realized something else: That Onestar just might exile him as well for doing what I did as well, running away from WindClan and not planning on coming back. We were both in exile, and I had no idea where he was. Maybe, if I found him, explained what I had done, then maybe he would understand. Understand, what I had done, why I had done it, and how I still love him.. Oh, how much I love him, and how I will never stop..

I automatically took a wary step into WindClan boundary, but I realized I wasn't that stupid. I mean, the moors were so large. Even though there were hills, a warrior would see me coming from a mile away, if not more. If Crowfeather was out on the moors, I would see his beautiful black pelt, shimmering in the sunlight, his eyes watching around him for the sign of other warriors. But then I realized that Crowfeather would be out of WindClan and as far from his clan and mine as possible. Maybe hidden in ShadowClan territory, or maybe outside of the clans what so ever.

I began to turn back to ThunderClan territory, looking up to the sun and where it was in the sky. I believed that I could make it to the other side of ThunderClan's borders and make a nest in one of the trees, masking my scent with something, such as pine, maybe.. Usually, ThunderClan cats ignore the scent of pine and continue whatever they could have been doing: hunting, patrol, whatever. I began at a fast place, careful not to break any sticks under my paws. It was easy to maneuver my own clan's territory, knowing its ins and outs. But I also had to watch out for my own clan mates who might threaten to kill me, although I doubted it.

The leaves crackled as I looked up to the sun. It was beginning to disappear, and I needed to find shelter within the next ten or so minutes. I looked around. I looked to be almost done, if I ran the rest of the way, I would make it to the border of ShadowClan. I broke into a run beside the lake, knowing that it would make the most noise and there weren't very many cats near it this late: Only one or so patrols, which would be done by now. Unless Squirrelflight was out on a late night hunting trip, I doubted someone being out this late. I ran faster, and realized within about five minutes I was already there.

I stopped abruptly and looked around where I was. I had stopped at just the border, and it didn't seem that there were very many warriors around that would notice me or even care. I stopped at a pine tree that was partially hollow and stepped inside. It smelt of rotting wood, but I didn't care. It would mask my own scent from others. As I moved into it, I heard a crackle of a leaf that I certainly hadn't done. I froze, looking for the sound. Another, another. I didn't know what to do at this point and took a wary look out, exhaustion getting the best of me.

There was the warrior that I hoped might find me, but I still didn't want her to. Squirrelflight, my own sister. I let out a soft breath as I saw her. That dark ginger pelt that I remembered so well from my kit-hood, those beautiful green eyes that I knew I loved. She turned to me and her eyes widened at my sight. My pelt must be messed up, and I probably looked bad, not having any food for that long of a time. "L-Leafpool? Is.. Is that you?" She questioned, looking over me and entering the tree beside me. I nodded.

"I thought I'd never see you again.. Where are you headed? If Lionblaz- If Lionstar saw you, he'd have you killed for sure.." She stumbled on his name, because I knew she hated that he was a leader. He didn't deserve it. He should be a small warrior, like he deserved. But Squirrelflight would never tell him that, he was her kin, her "kit." Or he was supposed to be, for me, she acted like she was his mother, and Brambleclaw was ever so mad at her, he never spoke to her anymore. He loathed her, almost. "I know, Squirrelflight. I'm heading to ShadowClan territory tomorrow, to look for Cr-Crowfeather.. He was exiled as well as me."

She nodded. She was the only one that truly understood that I loved Crowfeather with my life, and knew I'd give just about anything for him. I sighed softly at that, but she began to speak again. "Don't you want a mouse? Have you eaten sense you were exiled from the clan? Do you want me to help you, to go into exile with you? I will. I'm no help to ThunderClan, I'll-" She began to stammer, wanting to come with me so bad. But I cut her off, annoyed at her but still loving her just as much. "You don't have to do that for me, Squirrelflight. You deserve being in ThunderClan, not me. And yes, I would love to have a m-mouse.." My stomach began to rumble at that thought.

Squirrelflight sighed, but nodded, running off out of the tree. A few minutes later, she appeared with a few mice in her mouth and dropped them in front of me, and I gratefully took one and ate it within a minute or two, as she watched me. I looked up to her. "Are you hungry?" I said with a full mouth and swallowed what had been in my mouth, and she shook her head abruptly. "No, no, of course not. I had a big dinner at ThunderClan, last night and tonight." She explained curtly and passed me the next two mice. "I would save the rest, for tomorrow morning, when you wake up.. You'll be hungry."

I nodded to my sister. She was so understanding, other warriors of ThunderClan would have left me. But no, she was my kin. She would never leave me because I was exiled, she'd even go into exile with me. But I wasn't allowing her to do that; It would be harder to provide the both of us, and I liked being alone, looking for the one I knew I would always love, even if he loathed me.. I flinched, and looked to Squirrelflight, who looked like she was questioning if she could leave now. With a brief nod, she smiled at me and left the tree, and I hoped that wouldn't be the last time I saw my sister.

I sighed and looked up to the sky. It held a bright moon, and I could see I had been talking to my sister for about thirty or so minutes, past sunset already. I hid the mice in the back of the tree and made sure my scent was fully covered until I began to lay on my back and stared at the top of the tree, thinking about Crowfeather, and if he still loved me. If he did, he had a weird way of showing it, at the least. I sighed softly and flickered my eyes closed, knowing that in my dreams and sleep, that I would dream of him..

Is it just me, or is this screaming:

"Review me, or I will eat you."

. .

Still just me? Well then.