We never really bonded until I had my accident. I was an apprentice. He was a medicine cat. Why would we actually talk unless I got a thorn stuck in my pawpad?

We may have had small interactions. Those interactions just being part of my duties as an apprentice: taking prey to him. Other than that, our paths just never crossed.

Actually, we may have talked more, but I don't think we did.

That day when my world came crashing down, as well as that tree, was what started something I wish did not. I'm not sure why, but that blind medicine cat made my heart lurch and skip a beat. He made me happy when we were together, which was basically all the time when I went cripple.

My back legs were numb, but he did not understand that. He tried his best to help and figure out was wrong. He even went to ShadowClan, seeking help from their medicine cat, Littlecloud. We tried exercises that actually did help. He did learn what was wrong, after a little while.

When he told me I could never walk properly, I wanted to bash my head against a rock. I was so close to becoming a warrior, but that tree had taken it all away! I did become a warrior a little bit later, though.

When I heard his voice a second time, he told me he would make sure that I lived. That lifted my spirits.

Although, one thing lifted my spirits even more: him, Jayfeather. Every morning when I would hear him meow, "Good morning, Briarlight," I felt better instantly. It was as if he was a herb himself that treated my wounds.

I remember him coming back as wet as the lake. I licked him dry. I think I heard him purring softly as he dozed off. His purr soothed me to sleep, as well. It felt warm and nice sleeping next to him.

I know it is wrong for me to have any feelings over him, but what is there not to like? He can be grouchy, yes, but it just makes me giggle. His grey pelt shines in the sunlight like the Moonstone. I've never seen the Moonstone, but I've been told what it looks like. If they described it right, that's what his fur looked like.

I know he doesn't feel the same way, but that doesn't make me love him any less.

Jay's are delicate birds, and he is a delicate feline. I like how his name fits him perfectly. It may just be me, but I think he is also as graceful as a feather.

He let me feel worthy in the clan by letting me help him with any injuries our clanmates got. That was when I felt bad about taking prey that I hadn't helped catch. He made me feel like I belonged. I thank him for that.

There's so much to love in that tom, I promise you. Being stuck with him moons upon moons causes you to realize how special he can be. I really do love him.

Author's Note: If you could, please tell me of any grammar mistakes and how to fix them. I want to be better at writing. Thanks for reading.