Jayfeather was confused. Very. Stop Heathertail and Breezepelt from becoming mates? Was Starclan so bored that they wanted to spook him out? Right. Nice.

But from Cinderpelt's expressions, it was serious. Not even they could act that well. So, there was something big up. He wondered what. Then, an idea out of the blue hit him.

I could find out in my dreams! (You're soooo smart, Jayfeather. And I don't get sarcasm. Am I sarcastic or not? We (including myself) can never find out)

Checking the sky for any sign like he always did, Jayfeather crawled to his den for investigation.

****morning*****

Jayfeather gasped, sitting bolt upright, breath coming in shallow. He scrambled to his paws urgently as he aimed for the entrance of the camp. Starclan, make me not too late!

This is what he saw:

"Breezepelt," Heathertail said in a dull monotone, and you couldn't tell if she was trying to please the black furred tom, "is Onestar back from the patrol?" thin pink lines where Hollyleaf had striked her sunrises ago were nearly healed, and her usually pretty pale coat was, though in good order, not a friendly sight. Her once beautiful eyes were darker somehow, and though they appeared the same as always, the eyes were not as alive as they were moons ago.

Breezepelt nodded and muzzled her, and she did it half-heartedly. He seemed satisfied enough that she didn't treat him that differently than all the other clan members when his half-sister revealed that he had kin in Thunderclan, the most dirty blooded clan in the forest, other than Shadowclan.

"Good," Heathertail sniffed and strolled out without another word to her not-yet mate. Her tail twitched as she saw Onestar's light pelt appear in the bushes. She padded up to him.

"Onestar," she began, but he silenced her with a flick of his tail.

"Now what," he growled. She was used to his hostality all through her life, so, yeah.

'I need to talk to you in private," she nodded to his den. The leader sighed and waved off the warriors behind him. Bodyguards. The two cats went to the opening and entered. BEfore he could say anything, she blurted, "I have an idea to invade Thunderclan."

"Thunderclan?" he mewed, but she could see that he was considering it, though she didn't say anything else. Maybe he just wanted to have an excuse to attack, the excuse of a young warrior saying it. But that would just make him look weak to the other clans, that the leader has to be advised and ordered by youngsters, and that he couldn't control them. After all, they had no reason to attack. Yet.

"I heard that there was a whole family of foxes al-"

"FOXES!?" Onestar bellowed, outraged. "HOW DARE YOU SAY FOXES! WE AREN'T RISKING OUR CATS TO ATTACK THUNDERCLAN BY PLAYING WITH FOXES! THEY ARE UNPREDICTABLE!"

"-ong the borders by the trees." she continued.

"And who would get them?" he hissed, as the guards' shadows were close to the den.

"Breezepelt and I." (At this bit, Jayfeather read in her mind that if she became his mate, then they would go and get them, and that their plan would backfire and a fox would meet Hollyleaf)

"Heathertail, " Onestar sighed, to his rare kind self that was alive in the old forest, 'I know that you don't like Thunderclan, but we need you. You are one of our warriors. Windclan won't greive for you soon. And why would you drag Breezepelt into this mess?"

"Because we will succeed and conqure their lands. Isn't that why we were squirrel hunting?" she challenged.

'Well, yes, but, the need to risk so much..." he paused. "Alright, I will think about it."

"That is all I need. Sense will come to you sooner or later, and when that happens, appc reothel comrecic," mewed Heathertail and exited the den, leaving the leader outstounded by her words.