DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WARRIORS. WHY AM I USING CAPS, I HAVE NO CLUE. Okay, that's better.

~Ashfur's POV~

(Next morning)

I lay in my nest, the white flowers were hidden in a crack in the wall. I felt Whitewing's soft fur pressed up against me, and her steady breathing. I remembered that I had dawn patrol. I stood up and looked over at the flowers poking from the wall.

I stuck my paw in and carefully brought them out, letting them fall down beside her. I yawned and stretched out my long forelegs, hope fluttering in my chest. I padded sleepily out of my den, seeing that it wasn't dawn yet.

I'll bring some prey to Leafpool, I thought.

I dragged myself up to the fresh kill pile, then grabbed a plump vole. I brought it over to the medicine den. Just when I reached the entrance, Leafpool bumped into me, and I stumbled backwards, dropping the prey.

She squeaked in surprise and I laughed softly, her joining in as well. I picked up the prey, and motioned my muzzle towards the den. She smiled and turned around, heading into the den.

I followed her, the succulent smell of the prey making my mouth water. She settled down and I lay across from her, setting the prey between us. "So, where were you heading to?"

"I was just going out for a little morning walk," she replied through a mouthful of food, "You know, to clear my head."

I nodded, taking my own bite and swallowing hungrily. after gulping it down, I purred, "I would go with you, but I have the dawn patrol today."

She blinked and smiled, saying, "I can wait until the patrol is over. Want to come then?"

"Sure," I responded after taking another bite, "I'd love to. We'll have to come up with an excuse though."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it," she laughed, winking at me. I laughed too.

~Leafpool's POV~

After finishing the meal, I watched Ashfur pad out of the den. "Funny," I muttered. "I'm becoming friends with the cat that used to love my sister..."

I was sitting in the clearing when it happened. Brackenfur, Spiderleg, and Graystripe burst into the clearing, panicked looking. I wondered what was going on, when Graystripe yowled, "Leafpool! Leafpool! Ashfur's caught in a fox trap! He's badly wound-"

I didn't hear the rest, I was already in my den, rushing to carry several herbs. Spiderleg helped me carry more, and we ran out into the clearing. I pushed myself ahead of the patrol, Spiderleg close behind, and the rest following.

I sprinted out through the tunnel, and followed Ashfur's scent. Adrenaline pumped through me, and I could barely think. Fear coursed through me and I found myself pleading, Starclan, no! Please don't let him die!

I leaped over a log laying in my path and skidded to a halt in front of Ashfur laying on his side, breathing heavily. I felt my heart begin to beat faster and faster. His eyes, becoming glazed, looked up at me warily. He tried to choke something out, but I shushed him.

Not waiting for the others, who had been delayed by the huge log, I dropped my herbs and began digging furiously at the stick. It made my paws and claws ache, because it was really deep.

Just then the others halted around me, and I yowled despairingly, seeing that the noose wasn't getting any looser. No! I can't lose another cat!

"Leafpool," Brackenfur whispered, laying his tail on my shoulder. "I'm afraid he's not going to make it..."

"NO!" I screeched.

I lunged forward and, digging my claws into the dirt, bit the silvery string stuff as hard and fierce as I could, an immense pain shooting throughout my jaw. But I kept biting and chewing. Suddenly,a shockwave of pain pierced my mouth, and it cut my tongue, but the wire snapped.

I fell backwards, holding part of it in my jaw. I spat it out and stood, hearing Ashfur let out a gulp of air.

"Leafpool!" Spiderleg cheered. Graystripe nudged my shoulder, and Brackenfur purred, "She's Firestar's daughter, alright!"

I carefully pulled the wire off of Ashfur's throat, and began treating the wounds. As I bent down to clean the cut, Ashfur licked my cheek, mewing weakly, "Leafpool, you saved me...thank you."

That's when I noticed the tooth laying beside him and tasted blood in my mouth, feeling it trickle down the side of my mouth. "You're mouth is bleeding, one of your teeth fell out!" Somebody cried out. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, and patched up Ashfur's wounds.

We returned to camp, me and Spiderleg supporting Ashfur with our shoulders. We led him to the medicine den while Brackenfur and Graystripe reported to Firestar.

I told Spiderleg to leave after we settled him down. After a few silent moments, Whitewing padded into the den. "Ashfur!" She cried, her eyes widening.

"I have good news," she added, "Me and Birchfall are mates now, if you know what I mean. I think I'll be pregnant." Her eyes sparkled.

Birchfall padded in beside her, and they twined tails. "Some fool dropped her flowers this morning," he laughed, and she joined in as they turned and walked out of the den.

Ashfur groaned and I looked at him, astonished. Tears cascaded gently from his eyes, and he closed them. I padded over and began grooming him. "Why me?" he groaned.

I licked his tears away. "How does a morning walk sound tomorrow?" I purred, laying beside him.

He smiled weakly and nodded, then asked, "You mean not today?"

I shushed him by laying my tail over his mouth. "You need rest for now, we'll see how you are tomorrow," I murmured, laying beside him to warm him.

After a little, his breathing grew steady and I knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes and joined him.