Author's Note: I adore Warriors, and HeatherxLion, as well as CrowxLeaf, and some others! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own warriors,

The last streak of dawn faded from the sky, as harsh sunlight poured in; making the moors dry, and uninviting. The ground was hard and cracked beneath cat's paws, and to most, even ThunderClan's territory looked inviting, and cool.. soft grassy ferns, the cool shade of trees... Heathertail's tail tip twitched as she glanced around at the tired patrol. Nightcloud loped behind, while Breezepelt desprately tried to mantain his usually confident, long stride, and Weaselfur moaned with annoyance. Furzepaw, was the only one who was trying, but the apprentice wore a look of tired determination, making Heathertail slow down, her eyes skimming across the cats.

"Breezepelt, round up Nightcloud, and hunt over at the Old Badger Set," Heathertail ordered, flicking her tail towards the badger set. "A few rabbit's might be cooling themselves in the shade of the trees and the cold, wetness of the stream the marks ThunderClan border," she added to the annoyed warrior, and calm apprentice who padded behind her. "I think we should try there."

Breezepelt nodded, and shot her a glance of admiration, before padded confidently to the badger set, Nightcloud loping slowly behind. Heathertail suppressed a snort, even Breezepelt had to be annoying on a blazing day like this! Glancing at Weaselfur and Furzepaw, she quickly padded to the border, stopping when the reached. "Stick to me," she told Furzepaw. "A hungry fox might mistaken you for a juicy piece of prey, and pick you off." When Furzepaw nodded, Weaselfur padded near the shade of the trees that shadowed the stream, and crouched, sniffing out scents.

Heathertail pointed her muzzle to the sky, and opened her jaws. She smelt the fresh-scent of water vole, making her belly clench in hunger. Creeping slowly forward, she dug her claws in the moist soil, and propelled herself forwards, killing the vole with a blow on the neck; beside her, Furzepaw purred in approval, a rabbit hanging from his jaws. The apprentice's eyes glowed with happiness at the catch as he motioned to Weaselfur, who had been contenting himself by crouching in the shade, a mouse laying between his paws. The ginger warrior looked content, and happy, making Heathertail breathe a sigh of relief. Weaselfur had been moaning complaints all the way out of camp, saying that if he was deputy, he'd send out at hunting patrol at dawn, where the air had been cool, and morning mists had welcomed cats.

Feeling the last of her tiredness ebb away, Heathertail grasped her catch in her jaws, and motioned for the two to follow her. The Clan would be hungry, she knew, but she wanted to stay and see if she could catch anything else.

"I think there's more prey," she called out, "tell Ashstar that I'll be back soon." When the two cats nodded, she crouched, tasting the air.

Suddenly she heard her Clanmate's pawsteps fade. She relaxed, pulling herself into a sitting position, her eyes shining, but a look of sadness deepened her heather-colored eyes. She smelt the strong scent of ThunderClan, but not just ThunderClan, it was Lionblaze's scent. She knew she missed him, but what would her Clanmates say?

Quietly, she rose to her paws, and gave one last glance to the vast forest that stretched out.

Oh, Lionblaze. If only you knew.