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Chapter Two: Jayfeather

Even at the brink of war with dead foes, camp life goes on. Patrols, training, stupid warriors injuring themselves and expecting me to baby them. Some things never change.

I guess life for Lionblaze is better. He has an apprentice so he's never bored. The only thing wrong with his life is his mistake in battle with Russetfur, and how he's all moony over Cindertheart but she's ignoring him. Which hurts, I guess but you know, he can live.

And I'm stuck here with herbs and annoying dead warriors.

As I stalk past Brairlight I feel her attention spike, and she mews, "You look tired Jayfeather. You should get some rest. I'll get Brightheart if anyone needs anything."

I murmur my thanks and slink into the medicine den where I collapse in a ruffled heap.

My eyes open in the tunnels. My stomach contracts, my heart starts racing, and my mouth dries.

"Rock? Where are you? What do you want?" I mew.

"It was not Rock who called you here, old friend." I turn to see Fallen Leaves standing behind me.

"Fallen Leaves!" I gasp.

"There is little time. I have something of yours. We must make haste." He turns and races down a small tunnel.

"Wait? What do you mean?" I cry as I race after him. Does he mean the stick? Oh I wish I'd never broken it! "I'm sorry!" I wail as I run. Fallen Leaves stops so abruptly that I run into him. He looks at me, not with anger but with pity.

"The past is the past. You cannot change it, so it does not do to dwell on it too much. If it makes a difference I was never angry at you." To be honest it doesn't really make a difference, but his words clam my angst. He signals me with his tail and we take off. The tunnel twists and turns, growing steadily narrower as we run.

Just when it seems it will grow so small we'll get stuck Fallen Leaves stops again.

"Look." He whispers. I peer around him and almost have a heart attack. Lying in the rubble is Hollyleaf. My sister is alive!

"HOLLYLEAF!" I yowl with joy.

She raises her head weakly and stares at me.

"Jaypaw! I thought I'd never see you again." She mews happily. I rush toward her fearfully. She's trembling and far too thin. When I nose her fur it's far too hot. She's sick, horribly sick. If I don't treat her soon she will die.

"Holly-" I start but she interrupts fearfully,

"NO! Don't leave me here!"

"I have to. I'll be right back. Trust me." I can feel her fear and hurt and it stabs me with the power of a thousand thorns. "I promise." She nods still trembling and lays her head back down.

For the first time ever I pull myself out of dream. I leap to my feet and fly through camp, dodging cats by just a whisker and scrambling up the rocky path to Firestar's den like lighting.

"F-Firestar!" I gasp completely out of breath. I hear him stand, his emotions startled by my sudden appearance.

"Jayfeather? What's wrong? Have you had a message from StarClan?" He asks anxiously.

"No. I found Hollyleaf!" Firestar's emotions swirl and land on incomprehension.

"What?" He breaths after a long time.

"Hollyleaf!" I yowl in frustration, "You know my sister, your daughter's kit? I found her and we have to hurry! She's dying!" For a moment fear steals over his body, burning strongly but then I hear him breathe deeply and he becomes the calm, collected leader I know.

"Gather a patrol; tell them they're going on a special patrol with me. No one but the following cats can know the true reason and they can know only after we have left camp. I need Brambleclaw, Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Lionblaze, Brackenfur, and Sandstorm. Go quickly. "

I rush back into camp and search for the particular cats Firestar wanted. I run into Lionblaze last,

"Come on, you have to meet Firestar in the forest, you're wanted for a special patrol!" I hiss in his ear.

"A special patrol? What do you mean?" he asks bewildered.

"I mean that this is the most important patrol of your life! Come on!" I run away with Lionblaze on my tail. We skid to a stop outside a small seemingly insignificant clearing where the rest of the patrol stands waiting impatiently.

"Now will you tell us what this is all about Firestar?" Brackenfur asks edgily. I hear Firestar's tail swish and I realize that he must have just beckoned me forward. I turn to face the small group of cats. These were the cats who were closest to her, her "mother" and "father", her real mother (and for a short time mentor), her mother's mother, her mentor, and Lionblaze, her loving brother. The only one missing is Cinderheart her affectionate best friend. I draw in a deep breath,

"I've found Hollyleaf." Their reactions are unsurprising. Lionblaze yowls,

"WHAT? When did you find her? Why didn't you tell me?" and is immediately shushed by Sandstorm. Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw are simply in shock. Leafpool is shocked too, but it's her deeper emotions that interest me, she is terrified, flat out petrified. Why?

"Well where is she?" Lionblaze demands, breaking the silence.

"In the tunnels," I turn to Lionblaze with what I hope is a warning look, "the ones that WindClan used when they attacked us."

"Why would she be in there?" Brackenfur asks sounding confused. I shrug insolently before mewing quickly,

"The important thing is to get her out; she must be in horrible shape."

"Where's the entrance Jayfeather?" Brambleclaw mews gently. Foxdung! I had appeared in the tunnels I have no idea where she is in them!

I swing my head in a slow circle, drawing the air over my scent glands searching for a clue. Suddenly I sense Fallen Leaves, I can see him!

"Come." He whispers.

I rush after him, yowling, "This way!" to the others over my shoulder.