1,056 words. Wow, I, personally, am very proud of myself. This is like a record for me! :) Ok, now thanks to:

xXJayfeatherXx: Lol, hope you can get on your computer soon. Lol

Moonfurtheawesomesause: Lol, I understand. I do that a lot too. :)

Yaygirl: Thanks! :)

mosskit of thunderclan: Lol, fancy. :) Well, I did as you asked.

Pale-eye: Ok, maybe I'll write one about Millie next. :)

WhiteWinterStar: Yeah, I don't think a lot of people would go as far as Breezepelt, but he's just... kind of crazy, so yeah. He thinks it's the right thing to do.

enonomus: Well, thanks for being my first flamer! :) One question though. If you hate it so much, why did you read all 12 chapters before you reviewed? Ok, well I'll just go back to being heartless. :)

Mariogirl133: Yay! Wow, it's hard to believe. *Sob* My little story is growing up so fast! :'( lol :)

Ok, no one probably read any of that! Lol, on with the story!

"I know." Jayfeather replied instantly. There was no more doubt in his voice. No regret or self-pity. Only sadness. Just well-earned sadness. Breezepelt's smile turned into a full on, insane grin. Yes, this is what Jayfeather deserved. What they all deserved.

Dovewing was walking faster than usual. If she went any faster, Lionblaze was sure they'd be sprinting. Hollyleaf and Cinderheart didn't seem to notice. The two she-cats were talking quietly at the back of the group. But Lionblaze did notice, and he was worried. Had Dovewing seen something? Was Jayfeather ok? "Dovewing." He called softly, catching up to the snowy she-cat.

She glanced at him. "Yes, Lionblaze?" She asked softly, not meeting his eye.

"Is there something you aren't telling me about?" He asked gently, but keeping his voice stern.

The white cat paused, and for a moment the silence hung like a curtain between them, until, "No, Lionblaze."

. . .

I hate them all. Jayfeather thought as pain filled his body for what must have been the hundredth time today. Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, Firestar. I hate them.

He cried out as the pain brought him back to reality. Breezepelt laughed again, making Jayfeather want to jump and sink his claws into that black pelt, to stain it with blood, and over him, watching him die. How does it feel, Breezepelt? But no, in his heart he knew he would never be able to do that. No cat deserved this, no matter who they were.

Except you! An evil little voice, sounding remarkably like Breezepelt, taunted.

He shook his head, trying to throw the dark voice out, but it seemed to have gone silent as the real Breezepelt dragged his claws across Jayfeather's already bloody pelt. Jayfeather hissed in pain and frustration.

"This is all you've ever deserved. You were a burden since the day you were born, and this is all you deserve. I would be doing the world a favor by killing you, but you deserve to suffer first. Like I suffered. Like the cats around you suffered, just by having to take care of you." Breezepelt mocked, and a bitter tasted entered Jayfeather's mouth as he realized how true that was. He was just a blind, cranky medicine cat. His clan probably didn't even miss him.

They need their medicine cat! A part of him desperately argued.

They have Cinderheart. And Briarlight, and Brightheart. They both know a lot about medicine, and they still have Leafpool! Thunderclan doesn't need you anymore! The dark little voice sneered.

Jayfeather buried his head in his paws, wanting nothing more than to just turn off all thoughts, good and bad. He just wanted to be alone. Totally alone.

Then he realized he was alone. Physically at least. Breezepelt must have left while he was arguing with himself. Sighing, Jayfeather curled up in a tight ball. Maybe he'd be able to get some sleep, even if it was only for a short time. Maybe the dark cats would leave him alone tonight. Maybe.

. . .

Dovewing couldn't believe she lied to her old mentor. She couldn't believe it! And he bought it! It amazed her. But deep down, she knew she should have told him about his brother. At least if she told him now he'd been able to get his emotions out and concentrate on Jayfeather. But the deed was done, and there was no turning back, so she simply sucked it up and keep walking.

While they walked, she kept her smell with Jayfeather, though she desperately wished she didn't. The smell of fresh blood flooded her nostrils, and all she wanted to do now was turn and run back into the forest, away from the possible corpse of Jayfeather. But she had to stay with him. At least she would sort of be there if he did die, though she hoped with all her heart they would get there in time.

"How much farther?" called Cinderheart nervously. Dovewing was sure they all smelled the dark scent that covered this area, causing them all to be a little jittery, so she didn't blame the she-cat.

"Not much farther. I think he's in a cave up ahead." She replied. It was true. She didn't have to send her nose out very far to catch Jayfeather's scent anymore. It was very faint, but it was stuck on a few leaves and rocks. Probably a few moons old, but she could smell them.

From then on they walked in tension silence, every cat dreading finding him, because they all knew by now that the missing medicine cat wouldn't be healthy and ready to go. They all anticipated him being injured, though Dovewing was sure she was the only one who had any idea as to the actual damage.

She just prayed to Starclan that the others were prepared.

. . .

Cinderheart was surprisingly the first one to hear the noise. It was a low moan, a moan from a cat that was too weak or in too much pain to be any louder. It sent a shiver up her spine, remembering how many times she'd heard it in her two lifetimes. Now of them were pleasant memories, and most of the cats had died. Which was the reason she ran past Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, and Dovewing, who was already nearly running herself, and into a cave straight ahead of them.

She entered the cave, but a lifeless lump pressed against the wall stopped her cold.

"JAYFEATHER!" She shrieked, recognizing the silver pelt, even if it was almost completely coated in blood. She stiffened when she tasted the second scent.

"What are you doing here?" Breezepelt hissed from behind her. The others, who had followed her inside, all whipped around. She did the same, the fur on her neck rising with an angry hiss.

"I'm going to kill you!" Lionblaze snarled, having seen the damage done to his brother.

"Lionblaze!" Hollyleaf called, trying to catch the angry tom as her leaped at Breezepelt, who easily dodged, then ran off, Lionblaze racing after him.

"Leave him." Cinderheart commanded. "Right now we need to take care of Jayfeather. Remember, Lionblaze can't be hurt in battle." Hollyleaf sighed, and shook her head, but she knew the she-cat was right. Lionblaze would be fine.

"Jayfeather?" Hollyleaf called gently, approaching her limp brother.

Haha, I truly am evil! Another cliffhanger! xD Oh well, you'll all just have to wait. :) Review please! :)