Authors Note: Once you are finished with this chapter, tell me if I should make a seperate story, all about Silver!

"Gathering cats, awaken!" Woodsong awoke to Flamingrage's yowl. She slinked out of the den, yawning. Jadestripe stood at the Camp Opening. She saw Flamingrage wink at her before leaving with the rest of the group. All of the other cats were asleep.

"Jadestripe," She walked up to him, her heart skipping beats like always when she was around him. "Everybody's...gone, or asleep?"

"Yeah," Jadestripe turned and looked at her. His seagreen eyes glittered like real jades, and his pupils were small. "So, um..."

"I have to go, Jadestripe," Her tail flicked, and she scraped her claws against the ground. "Any second now, battle will begin."

"I know." He leaned forward, towards her, and licked her ear. "Go." He sprinted off, into his den. Woodsong nearly fell over, feeling starstruck.

"Ohh," Woodsong looked at the ground. Her spine was entirely straight, her limbs sticking out stiffly.

The first yowl rang out, awakening Woodsong from her daze.

She turned her head away, looking towards the forest. "I'll stay alive, for you."

~~*~~

As Woodsong sprinted into the Gathering clearing, cats were already fighting. She spotted a silver pelt and anger welled up inside of her. "How dare you attack my Clan, brother?" She scraped his claws down his back, and he turned his large furry head to look at her. "Silverpaw! How dare you?"

"My name is Silverstorm. Please, Woodpaw, what are you doing?"

"Woodsong! And don't speak to me!"

"It's not like it's my fault! I don't control Miststar's decision!"

Woodsong looked over and saw a light orange she-cat staring in horror at the blood welling up on Silverstorm's back. It wasn't Applepaw. Woodsong, blinded by rage, leaped towards the she-cat. "Lilyfur!" Silverstorm yowled as if his heart was breaking while Woodsong ripped down the she-cat's exposed belly.

"Get off her! I love you, Woodsong, you're my sister, but you can not touch her!" Silverstorm curled his paw under Woodsong and flung her away, somewhat careful."She's my mate, Woodsong."

"Mate?" Lilyfur squeaked.

"Shh," He hissed.

"Don't talk to me!" Woodsong lunged past him, clawing his chest and leaped on the she-cat again, biting down on her neck.

"No!" Silverstorm yowled. Thornclaw appreared out of the bushes and tackled Silverstorm.

All Woodsong focused on was Lilyfur.

"No!" Silverstorm hissed, tears welling at his eyes as the she-cat's throat began to throb with blood. Thornclaw held him back, hissing. Silverstorm brought down sharp claws on Thornclaw's frontside, slashing all the way down.

"Thornclaw! Go back to camp, or Moondapple will kill me!" Woodsong yowled through the blood in her mouth. Not hers, of course.

"I'm not leaving, Woodsong! I'll be okay, and Moondapple won't be losing me." Thornclaw curved around Woodsong's brother and bit down on his spine. Silverstorm fell to the ground.

"It's okay. He's only paralyzed." Thornclaw sprinted away.

"Silverstorm!" It was Applepaw, or probably, Apple-whatever at this point. Torn-whatever watched desperately as the she-cat ran towards Silverstorm and leaned over him. Torn's eyes narrowed with hate. "Tornheart! Go, get our medicine cat! Please!"

"Fine," Tornheart growled. "But for you, Applefrost, not him."

A cream tom rammed into Woodsong, shoving her to the side. Woodsong slashed Applefrost's pelt. "Woodsong?" The she-cat squealed. Woodsong foamed as she ripped down again, her claws dripping with blood.

"Not my sister!" The cream tom yowled.

"Berryvine, no! Save Lilyfur!" Applefrost yowled. "Woodsong, what are you doing? I thought, that, kind of, we could be...friends!"

Woodsong's gaze cleared and she backed off of the she-cat. She stared at Lilyfur's writhing form, and watched as the she-cat went stiff.

Silverstorm twitched back to life. "Lilyfur! Lilyfur, oh, my gosh!" He dug his nose into her fur, panting. "My kitten, my girl,"

Applefrost furrowed her eyes together and leaned against Silverstorm. "Silverstorm, I'm so sorry, I--"

"You!" Silverstorm ran up into a tree, disappearing. Woodsong looked up, preparing herself. She knew what would come next.

"You killed her! Murderer!" Silverstorm jumped on her from behind, his amber eyes gleaming like fire. "My she-cat! She was mine, always mine! I hate you!"

Woodsong slipped out from under him as he slashed her back.

"No! You're not escaping!" Silverstorm ripped at her again. Applefrost looked at Silverstorm's wounds in horror, not paying attention to anything else. Tornheart had returned with no medicine cat and was glaring at Silverstorm with hatred. Did Tornheart like Applefrost, and did Applefrost like Silverstorm?

"Applefrost, go back to camp!" Berryvine hissed, suddenly in front of his sister.

"No, I have to watch Silverstorm, I can't leave him here--"

Woodsong tuned them out. Silverstorm clawed her in a pattern. Slash, slash slash. Slash, slash slash.

Woodsong felt her own blood soak her fur.

No...

"Scratch, give me your strength!"

"What?" Silverstorm snapped, pausing, panting.

"Help me!"

I can't, not at this point!

"Help me, help me!" Woodsong felt her strength slipping away like running prey.

"So...close," She whispered. Her eyes widened. "Jadestripe."

"Who?"

"Jadestripe. No, Jadestripe," Everything started to fade, and she felt dizzy. Then, everything went black.

He's not crystal.