Hello! Chapter isn't that long today. Always busy! Next chapter will be long, I promise. :) I already have plans for it and I'm excited to write it! By the way when Yellowfang says that Leafpool is her grand-daughter at the end of the chapter, I mean because she was so close to Firestar, he was like her son, so Leafpool is like her granddaughter, I dont mean she literally is. Just saying. :) Can't wait to write chapter 5, It will be good!!!
Four days had passed since Leafpool and Crowfeather left their clans together. Good, long, comfortable days. Leafpool's ribs were starting to dissapear as she gained weight. Good food and never-ending guilt. ThunderClan would never eat like this. Three birds passed her by, practically ready to jump into her mouth, but she let them fly by.
They had spent yesterday teaching each other the secrets fighting techniques of their clan. Leafpool was awkward but Crowfeather understood. She wasn't supposed to use those techniques unless something severe happened to her clan. Her job was to help her cats. Was to. Now she lived almost lazily.
Crowfeather was the complete opposite. He was smooth, he was strong, he was clever, he was always ready. He practically flew as he pretended to fight the air. Leafpool had pathetically attempted the moves of WindClan but it only ended with amused purrs from Crowfeather. She was never meant to fight.
Today, they were on the move. They had not planned it but woke up feeling the mutual need to get away. Both of them were thinking the same thing. This wasn't home. But home was a different place to the both of them.
"Ready?" Crowfeather asked, sober. Leafpool nodded, and they started to walk, fast. Trying to walk away from that past....
Slowly, too slowly, the clearing that was their temporary home dissapeared and turned into the horizon. They left the trees and now were crossing an endless field, not too unlike where WindClan lived.
"Want to stop?" Crowfeather whispered. Leafpool understood. She didn't like the wind that battered at her pelt and blew her fur this way and that way, but she knew Crowfeather loved it, grew up with it. She wouldn't deny him the privilege to stay when he missed it so much.
"Of course...we could keep walking...I know you don't like the wind." He sounded false, she knew what he wanted her to say and she shook her head.
"No, I'm tired, let's stay here. Maybe you could show me how to hunt a rabbit." She forced a purr. She hated rabbits, their meat too...wet for her taste, but the look of Crowfeather's eyes lighting up was worth it.
"Of course! After we rest a bit—oh but are you hungry?"
"No, I could live without food for moons. We ate so much at our last stop."
"Okay. Just making sure." He purred, a delightful sound to Leafpool's ears.
"Thanks for coming all this way with me..." he sighed as he fell to his four paws, eyes fluttering close. Leafpool stayed up, but close to her love, watching. There was no way she could fall asleep in a place like this, but she could keep watch. For what? ....To stay away from the dreams. Could Yellowfang reach her in a place like this? She wondered.
"I lost her." Yellowfang sighed sadly, grief strong in her raspy, aged voice.
"She didn't die." Bluestar said simply, but her eyes were soft for her friend.
"She practically did." she turned around so her back was to the pond that she had been obsessively watching the last few days. Once they touched the Wheatgrass Field they were out of range for the watching water.
She was Firestar's daughter.
She was Yellowfang's grand-daughter. Practically her kin.
And she lost her. And she'd never join her in StarClan.