Here's a little story I wrote. It's about Jayfeather from Warriors: Power of Three and Toph Bei Fong from Avatar: The Last Airbender. What happens when Toph enters Jayfeathers world of warrior cats? Two blind cats, one friendship turned to love, read the interesting story of these two cats acting as one. Disclaimer; I own nothing. I repeat, nothing.

Chapter one: Love at first . . .Sight?

"Leafpool could at least ask nicely," Jayfeather grumbled.

Still in a bad mood from the fact that he was being punished, and could not attend the next Gathering, (due to the fact that he had set toads in Berrynose's nest) he padded onward, stomping down brutally, enjoying the satisfying crunching sound the leaves made when he crushed them under his paws. He was still trying to get over the fact that Leafpool and Crowfeather were his real parents. Like thats ever going to happen, he thought glumly. Still mumbling to himself, he neared the abandoned Twoleg nest. The tangy smell of catmint floated on the breeze.

"At least that mangy furball got what he deserved," he growled as he bent down. With a few quick nips at the stems, he picked up some of the herbs in his mouth and the juices flooded over his tongue. Trying to preserve as much as he could, he turned around and set it down behind him, turned around again, and continued his lonely job.

"What the- fffftt!" Toph yowled as she caught a mouthful of the bush in front of her. She raced through the unfamiliar area, snagging her fur on every shrub she passed. Where was she? She wondered. How did she get here? She had been sleeping peacefully and woke up like this? Was she a cat? Impossible, but true, she thought. She ran on.

A huge yawn split Jayfeathers jaws. This is so boring, he thought. I hope it's not going to rain, he added to his first thought. Lionblaze had told him earlier that the sky was clouding over. He had known before because there was no sun to beat down on his pelt, and the wind was gusty and cold. Another frigid gale blew through his fur, and he shivered. The chill went bone-deep. He figured he had enough catmint to keep Leafpool pleased for moons, so he picked up his bundle and leisurely strode back to camp. Halfway there, he was still walking when he heard a cat yowl. His ears pricked up, hoping for another sound, but whoever it was didn't yell out again. Jayfeather carefully placed his bundle on the ground, and opened his mouth widely so he could catch a scent. It was far off, but the scent of fear tainted the air. He followed the scent to the Ancient Oak. As he got closer, he smelled more. Anger. Confusion. Was there a lost kittypet in ThunderClan territory, he wondered? If there was, it was his duty to chase it out.

He dashed foreward, forgetting the catmint. But when he sniffed again, he was confused. A loner? It didn't smell of Clan or Twolegs. A loner made sense. But it still had to leave. He circled the Ancient Oak , sniffing the air. This cat had to be close now, he thought. He heard paws hitting the ground hard, and knew the cat was coming this way. He braced himself for a fight when the pounding of hard working legs didn't slow down. Suddenly, the cat burst out of the bushes and slammed headfirst into him, full speed. Jayfeather yowled in surprise. Had the cat not noticed he was there?

The cats fell down. Jayfeather sprung up immediately, and stared with unseeing eyes at his attacker. The cat (it was a she-cat, he figured) let out a whimper. Maybe the she-cat really was lost?

"Are... are you okay?" he mewed.

"No!" The she-cat let out and earsplitting wail. Jayfeather cringed.

" No, I'm not! I don't know where I am, or how I got here, or who you are!"

She seemed worried sick.

"Hey," he stated, " if you keep wailing like that, you'll scare all the prey from here to the island! Do you want to go hungry? Any ways, you can't hunt here. This is ThunderClan territory."

"Who What Where When How!" She screeched. She sat up rapidly, albeit clumsily.

He wasn't sure this cat was okay. She seemed thin, weak, and there were twigs stuck in her ungroomed pelt. Maybe she was crazy, he thought.

"Maybe you need some rest. I could bring you back to camp," He offered.

"Why would I need help? I'm perfectly capable on my own!" she spat.

He took that as a yes. "Okay. Follow me." Jayfeather padded foreword until he realized she wasn't following. He heard her pawing the ground anxiously.

"What?" He asked; she hesitated before answering.

"I... I'm afraid I'll walk into a tree," She stated. This was so ironic, Jayfeather burst out laughing. She focused on his laughter, narrowing her eyes.

"What?" she snapped, "Why are you laughing like that?"

"You think you're going to bump into a tree? Well, guess what?" He laughed bitterly before continuing, "I'm blind. Take that!" He laughed again. When he stopped, the wind began to rock the trees. The sky began a light drizzle. Raindrops scattered on his fur. The she-cat yelled out ,

"well, that makes two of us!"

A crack of thunder shattered the sky. The rain hit harder on his back. Jayfeather was stunned. He sat down on his haunches and stared blankly on. The she-cat stood patiently behind him, as if she was carved of stone, waiting for him to fit all of the puzzle pieces together. Of course. It made sense now. A giant raindrop splattered on his nose, dragging him back to reality. He whipped around to face the she-cat.

"You're blind," he stated dumbly. The she-cat's tail twitched impatiently.

"Of course I am," she replied. "I thought you could see that my eyes were glazed nothings, but I guess you thought I saw it in you. Irony. Ha. Now, can we find a shelter before I drown?"

As if to prove her point, thunder smacked their eardrums louder than the last time. They both cringed from the noise.

"Um, okay, listen," said Jayfeather. "You must be used to using your surroundings? Well, use your whiskers to feel the air. Let your paws tell you where your walking, and let your nose guide you past obsticles. If you open your jaws wide, you can taste the air better. Use your ears to follow my footsteps I'll lead you back to camp."

She didn't protest. She just flicked her ears to show she understood and padded after him into the undergrowth. Every so often another booming sound of thunder would pound their heads. As they neared the camp, he spoke.

"Hey, I was just wondering, but, what's your name? I'm Jayfeather, by the way."

She answered, quietly, tired, "Toph. My name is Toph."

Aww, sorry, thats it for now. But I promise to post chapter two soon! Bye!