Now, we all know how I list all who reviewed. Well, if everyone checks, I edited the last two chapters because Jeu-Bleu reminded me of Kestrelpaw. Now, I listed Jeu's review on chapter nine if you care to check. Now, we all remember the little Roary clip, Jaypaw and the juniper bush, as well as Evia and the odd feeling she had as she drifted off to sleep. This should be an interesting chapter.

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Jaypaw's POV

I swallowed hard, padding up to the bush. A heavenly scent filled the air around it. Carefully, I poked a paw through the branches that snagged my fur. I felt Evia's fur beneath my paw pad, and retracted my paw. She was in there, and it seemed she was about to wake up. Her breathing was growing less shallow.

Still, it disturbed me. She didn't sound peaceful. I could smell smoke and agony rolling off her, and her claws were defiantly unsheathed, for I could hear her claws tearing up a small part of the bush.

"Evia," I whispered softly. "Evia, wake up."

"He shall die," Evia mewed, and then I heard her wake up with a start. Her breathing quickened, and if you listened carefully, you could hear her heart speeding up. "Jay!"

I sat down and placed my tail over my paws. "Nice to see you, too," I greeted.

Evia gave a hiss and I heard her leave the bush, quietly, as if the bush didn't exist. Next thing I knew, her muzzle was at my ear. "I told you we wouldn't see each other," she growled, a threat threading itself through her voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Technically, I can't see you," I reminded her.

Evia hissed. She was in a bad mood today. "Oh! That's right. I forgot you were blind," she snapped. I think she was sarcastic, but I'm guessing I missed it.

I gaped at her. That was a first. No one ever forgot I, of all cats, was blind, that I was at a disadvantage. "Oh well..."

"Leave here!" Evia cut me off. I blinked, confused. Why was she being so cruel? Like the cruel cats?

"I just want to he..."

"I don't need help!" Evia retorted.

"You're not okay, Evia. Shouldn't you be the one leaving, anyway? I don't know about you, but I live here. So does my Clan," I reminded her gently.

"I'll go where I please, blind one!" Evia snapped, and I heard her whirl and start off in the opposite direction.

"I won't stop you..." Then I gasped, my eyes widening as I tried to figure out what I could say to make her stop. Then it came to me. "Lost."

The sound of paws pounding against the forest floor came to a halt. "What did you call me?" Evia called to me, and I could tell it came from gritted fangs.

"Lost. You know, whoever gave you that name really got it right. You are lost. You lost your mind, and you lost all sense of judgement. You're more witless than a newborn kit," I shot back.

I heard Evia approach me, and then I felt her unsheathed claws rake across my face. I staggered, but held firm, glaring in her general direction, features hardened. "You blame me for speaking truth," I told her.

"It's a lie," Evia managed to spit out, and I realized for the first time the wave of sorrow and regret pouring off her, and it was deeper than ever before. She was sobbing. (I said sobbing. No tears. So ha! I know cats can't cry, but she's not, so yay me.) I shook my head and stepped back, licking my paw before wiping it across my face to get rid of the blood. "Just leave me be, Jay."

"That's just it. I can't," I told her.

"Why not?!" Evia cried out, obviously in pain.

I flinched, taking a step back. "It's you. The way you smell. You smell of fire. Of agony. All the time! The way you act. Like the last and first time we met. You were enjoying yourself I'm sure, then you ran off. I don't understand anything. I don't understand you." I paused in the middle of my rant.

"And then... Your voice."

"What of it?"

"It's familiar. As if I've heard it before. I just don't understand."

I heard more sobs, and then, before I knew what was happening, Evia was running again. I stared in the direction she was running (most likely) for a moment, and then made my way back to camp, mortified.

I did not understand what had happened.

...

The way back to camp was a long and silent one, awkward and uncomfortable. But eventually, my paws made it to the medicine cat den, slipping in unnoticed. It was most likely too early for anyone to be up. I sighed and curled into a tight ball. Good thing, too. I had hoped I could catch up on some sleep. StarClan's dream had made me weary. My eyes finally closed, and I settled into a sightless dream where all I smelled was smoke and all I heard was pain.

In the middle of it all, I heard my name. "Jaypaw," the voice meowed gently, though it sounded stern. I sat up slowly.

"Leafpool?" I asked.

"When we woke up, you were not at the Moonpool. You scared me, Jaypaw. What happened?" Leafpool asked, soothingly licking my ear.

I shook my head. "I woke up and I wasn't at the Moonpool," I answered, sitting up.

There was concern in Leafpool's gaze. I could feel it burning into my pelt. I licked my chest fur. "Ah. You go eat, Jaypaw. I'm going to go check on Whitewing."

"What's wrong with Whitewing?"

Leafpool chuckled at my shock. "Nothing. But her kits are coming soon."

I sighed. "Good. I didn't want her to have greencough like Millie might," I explained, standing up and heading out of the den and towards the tempting smell of fresh kill.

but the squirrel was tasteless in my mouth, no matter how vigorously or how slowly I chewed. Finally giving up, I just swallowed and buried the bones quickly.

I went to go join Leafpool in the nursery, and found Leafpool was just sharing tongues with Whitewing. "Two kits! I can't believe it!" Whitewing was mewing excitedly.

"I'm sure they'll be beautiful, and most likely as... enthusiastic as their mother," Leafpool chuckled as I walked in.

"Yeah, enthusiastic," I said with a roll of my eyes, coming to join them.

"Hello Jaypaw," Whitewing greeted kindly. I dipped my head to them. "Do you know when they'll be coming?"

"Within half a moon, I'm sure," Leafpool assured her.

"I hope their father loves them as much as I already do," Whitewing meowed, her voice trailing off.

I nodded. I felt that way sometimes about my parents, except for the love part. Neither of them loved me. "Of course he will! There is not a cat alive who doesn't love kits!" Leafpool exclaimed, purring. "All you need to worry about is having enough milk for those kits. But we have borage." Leafpool paused then. "That reminds me. Jaypaw, we need to restock on borage."

I nodded. Really, I didn't want to leave camp. For a long, long, long time. But I couldn't disobey her. Not when I had lied to her. "Of course, Leafpool," I said non-chalantly, leaving the nursery with a flick of my tail.

Today was going to be a long day.

And a short update. I'm sorry for this being one of the shortest chapters ever! But my brain left me and my fingers went dead while typing, meaning I had no idea what to put down. I'm trying to connect two events without rushing right into it. But I think I got it.

Love you guys. Please review.

And yes, I am well aware of the fact that Whitewing was not in the nursery at the end of Eclipse. That's my own little thing.

Ezzy