A/N: Hmmm, well last chapter turned out much better than I thought it would. Not as much action as I wanted, but okay. Anyways, keep reading… I'll figure something out. Just FYI, Originally I made Dovepaw Dovesky, but then I decided I could make the story a little better if I named her Dovewing. You'll see why… I hope…
Jayfeather crept quietly back inside his den after the ceremony. He couldn't believe it. Her name… Dovewing. Dovewing. Her name was DOVEWING. He was horrified. Rock had gotten to him, and he knew it.
As soon as Briarlight was done with exercises, and he was sure Mousefur was warm and asleep, he headed for the lake.
He looked out, wishing badly for his stick. "Rock! Rock, please! I need to talk to you! PLEASE!" Jayfeather was yowling furiously, screeching, wishing desperately for some connection, for some…
"Hello Jay's Wing," came a voice behind him. He spun around, somewhat scared, looking for Rock, who he could feel staring at him with unseeing eyes. "You broke the stick," he stated simply.
Jayfeather bowed his head. "You lied to me," he retorted.
Rock didn't look down. "You want to see them," he said.
Jayfeather was silent.
"You want to see them," Rock repeated.
Jayfeather nodded slowly, knowing this was true. Everything around him spun, color flashing… color. He could see. He got up and stretched, feeling as though he'd slept for a long, long time. He looked around. He was surrounded by many other sharptooths, all staring at him and looking concerned. He got up and looked around, and he recognized where he was by the smell, and sound. The sound of a river, or waterfall. The sound of rushing water.
"J-j-j-j-j… Jay's wing?" a voice asked, sounding as if they'd been spooked by a ghost.
A/N: Okay, VERY SHORT CHAPTER! I thought it was a good place to stop, but I'll update very soon. Remember to review!
