WARRIORS: JAYPAW'S QUEST

PT: I like eggs! XD So here's the chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Please R&R (again).

Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, I wouldn't be here. I'd be writing books for every three seconds.

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Without another word, the three kits padded off for the border, wherever that was. They just followed the scent of the border patrols. They'll identify which clan they end up in by scent alone. They were told that RiverClan smelled like fish. They weren't exactly sure what that smelled like, but they trusted themselves to know when they smell it. For they felt that their warrior ancestors were there, ready to help them. Little did they know that StarClan wasn't the only one there. For a pair of beady eyes was staring at them, shiny as berries.

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Crowfeather closed his mouth stared at the stone gray lump of fur on Leafpool's bedding. No way . . .

No way . . .

What happened?

Trembling, Crowfeather whipped around. "What happened?" he hissed. "What is this?"

The tip of his tail trembled.

Squirrelflight padded forward solemnly, passed the smoky tom and pushed her nose into her sister's fur. "This," she murmured.

"What . . . ?"

Brambleclaw padded forward and touched his nose to Crowfeather's in sympathy. Crowfeather flinched and drew back. He flattened his ears and bared his teeth at the dark tabby. He raised a paw defensively, claws unsheathed. "What happened?" he repeated.

Brambleclaw looked hurt, but he erased his expression quickly and meowed "Leafpool's spirit is trapped in the skies of –"

Brambleclaw flicked his tail towards Jaypaw, who was sitting quietly at the entrance of the den. All eyes turned to the tiny apprentice as he flicked his tail at the lump that was Leafpool's body. His voice was quiet, as if mentioning the issue out loud would bring doom to the heads of all cats.

"Tigerstar –"

He never had time to finish, however, because just then, he heard a yowl. All the cats opened their mouths at once to taste the air. What they smelled turned their blood . . . to ice.

WindClan! the ThunderClan cats thought, then rushed out, wondering if WindClan were . . . no, by the scent, there was only one cat. They forgot all about Crowfeather and rushed off, but Crowfeather wasn't going to be left behind. For he had heard what the cat had yowled and knew who the cat was. He was not about to ignore this.

Crowfeather raced out, feeling like he could run faster than StarClan themselves. His paws seemed to never touch the ground and he had tireless energy. There was a soft whispering in his ears, the whisper of air whistling past him. It sounded as if the wind was actually speaking to him. It really did sound like words. They sounded like – Feathertail.

Crowfeather, the she-cat's spirit murmured, I'm here. I'll watch over you forever. It's her, your former apprentice . . .

Oh Feathertail, Crowfeather thought, his heart aching with pain, pain from the newly opened wound of loss, you're here.

Of course . . .

"LIONPAW!"

That was what Crowfeather had heard, from the mouth of –

There was a shape in midair, suspended above the camp. The cat was looking down in horror. That cat was falling from the part of the hollow that had already claimed lives for death. All the ThunderClan cats were looking up at the WindClan warrior, shocked and terrified. Crowfeather recognized the pelt at once. Time seemed to slow down as the she-cat fell to a quick, painful darkness.

As the shape began to fall, a shape darted out from the apprentices' den. Crowfeather caught a flash of a golden pelt before Lionpaw ran right below the cat. All at once, time to seemed to speed up once again. The WindClan she-cat fell as yowls escaped from her helpless former mentor and lover. The toms yowled out one name.

"HEATHERPAW!"

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Heathergaze opened her eyes. She felt incredibly warm. She felt moss and some heather. Her vision was blurry, but she could smell something sweet. She inhaled and choked on the strong scent of herbs. Inhale again. ThunderClan!

With a yowl of alarm, Heathergaze blinked rapidly and shook her head. She bolted out of the bedding as her vision cleared – only to feel a sudden shock of pain spreading from ears to tail-tip. It seared like fire and Heathergaze howled with the pain. Her legs gave way under her and Heathergaze felt cold stone.

"Heatherpaw!"

Heathergaze blinked at the voice. Her vision rapidly returned and Heatherpaw found herself gazing into a pair of familiar amber eyes.

"Lionpaw!"

Heathergaze stumbled backwards as Lionpaw came closer.

"Are you okay, Heatherpaw?" Lionpaw mewed, concern glowing in his eyes.

Heathergaze stared up at those glowing eyes and wished nothing more than to bury her muzzle into his fur and drink in his scent. She blinked.

"Is she alright?"

Heathergaze was startled by the gruff tone. Crowfeather!

It all came rushing back to her: the yowl, the camp, that sensation of falling down that endless pit, hearing her mentor and lover, then darkness.

"L – Lionpaw," Heathergaze croaked.

Crowfeather was standing behind Lionpaw, his eyes being the only thing that gave away his concern for the new warrior.

Jaypaw emerged from the entrance and hurried in, his jaws loaded with herbs.

Lionpaw leaned in closer to Heathergaze. He flicked his tail at Jaypaw to stop him. Jaypaw felt it and grunted, but paused.

"What?" he whispered.

Heathergaze took a deep breath. She gazed into his amber eyes. There was love in his gaze, love for her, pain for their separation, relief for her recovery.

"You survived the fall," the golden tom murmured. "You landed on Firestar."

Heathergaze sighed. "Thank Starclan," she mewed. "Lionpaw . . ."

Lionpaw flicked his tail.

"My name's Heathergaze now," Heathergaze meowed. "I'm not an apprentice anymore."

With that, she affectionately licked Lionpaw on the cheek and let her head drop. Darkness clouded her vision. The last thing she saw was that amber gaze that she had learned to love . . .

. . . Then darkness.

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Lionpaw gazed sadly at the she-cat he loved. He bent down and licked her ear. Crowfeather stiffened as he touched his nose to Heathergaze's fur. It was strange to see the golden tabby openly show affection to the WindClan cat.

So they love each other . . .?

Jaypaw padded forward and drop the bundle of herbs in front of the bedding. He bent down and murmured something in his brother's ear, but Crowfeather couldn't hear it.

Lionpaw shook his head. "I love her," he meowed.

"She's okay!" Jaypaw meowed earnestly, but Lionpaw shook his head.

"She's okay, hunting with StarClan," he mewed back, his eyes glittering.

Crowfeather looked at the small apprentice and felt his heart go out for him. Both Feathertail and Leafpool. I loved them forbiddingly and now they're both gone. Just like Lionpaw and Heathergaze.

Crowfeather wanted so much to comfort Lionpaw, but he couldn't find the heart to do so.

There was a slight breeze that traveled into the den, lifting and blending the scents of the herbs altogether.

Crowfeather, it's alright. Go ahead, Feathertail murmured and Crowfeather's mind conjured up the image of a beautiful silver she-cat, blue eyes sparkling at him. What he remembered of the RiverClan cat was still there, every detail, as if she was standing right in front of him. It was as if not a day had passed between them.

Crowfeather hesitantly took a step forward. No one tried to stop him. Jaypaw just started to sort out some poppy seeds while Lionpaw licked Heathergaze's cheek. Crowfeather took another step.

Nada.

Encouraged, Crowfeather stepped forward again and then started to pad towards the bedding.

"LIONPAW!"

The choking cry of pain escaped the throat of a cat – it sounded like a she-cat – stopped Crowfeather dead in his tracks. There was pain in them, pain that had escaped Crowfeather's throat so many times, tearing at his heart. At that moment, he knew. He knew that there was someone in the cat who was like him, him and Lionpaw.

Lionpaw paused between mid-lick and lifted his head. Jaypaw spun around, his fur bristling in alarm. Crowfeather turned too.

There, standing at the entrance, gazing at Lionpaw in pain and confusion was a young she-cat. She had golden-brown tabby fur that glinted in the light.

"Honeypaw!" Lionpaw gasped. He was staring back at the tabby in guilt and amazement.

The tabby – Honeypaw – quivered and her tail trembled. "I thought . . ." she began, but her voice cracked and it seemed impossible for her to speak. Honeypaw licked her lips and tried again.

"I – I loved you . . ."

Lionpaw got to his feet. His eyes were gleaming with regret.

"Honeypaw – "

Too late, Honeypaw turned tail and ran.

Crowfeather wished with all his heart that he could have reacted faster to Lionpaw's grief.

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-Stands and grins like a moron-

PT: Er . . . How is everyone today?

-Dives behind a shelve of books-

PT: AUGH! I had to stay off because of my stupid, effing little Statewide Math Test!

Jaypaw: Shut up!

PT: Hey, what you doing here?!

Brackenfur: At this library, every book character comes to life at night. See?

-Points-

PT: Oh cool! Hey, there's Twilight from Guardians of Ga'Hoole! Hey look! It's Harry Potter! Oh, hi Boxcar Children! Hi every other character from my favorite books! Hi American Girls! Hi, Sarah Dessen's characters! Hi Darren Shan! Hey! Darren's dead! Oh, HEY LOOK, A DEAD PERSON!

-Points at Darren-

-Brambleclaw cuffs PT's ear-

PT: Ow! Oh, hey look, characters from my favorite manga. Hi Naruto! Jio! Wait, when was there any Naruto or 666 Satan in this library?

-Sorreltail cuffs the ear-

PT: Ow!

Squirrelflight: When's the next chapter coming up?

PT: Next week, of course!

Lionpaw: HOW COULD YOU KILL OFF HEATHERPAW!?!?

PT: Hey, there's no need to spazz out.

Lionpaw: HOW!?!?

PT: I never said directly outright that she's dead. Oh, plus, in this story, she's HeatherGAZE. Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone for their support of this fic.

Brambleclaw: Right. You better run now, Dum-Dum.

PT: Hey! How'd you know one of my nicknames?

Brambleclaw: I was just quoting from Night At The Museum.

PT: Oh yeah! STOP JACKING OFF NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM! YOU BRING ME GUM-GUM?

Brambleclaw: I'm serious. You better run now, Dum-Dum.

-PT looks around-

Brackenfur: From Attila the Hun-hun!

-Attila from The White Stag runs forward, fans behind him-

-PT runs-

PT: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!