Some time had passed since we shared that embrace, and she had been more restless than ever. Finally, I confronted her. She was pacing back and forth, bushy squirrel-like tail bobbing rhythmically as she did so.

"I have an idea," I said quietly, and, while she did not cease her mindless walk, she angled her ears towards me to show she was listening.

"To keep your mind off of the Clans up here, what if I put you on dawn and dusk border patrols around the tunnels? That way, you can have something to do."

She turned to glare at me, though she nodded. "I'd rather do something useful than go on pretend patrols, but I suppose that would keep my mind off my family up there."

So that was what we did. I would wake her up nice and early for the dawn patrol; after our evening meal we would begin the dusk patrol. We never found anything interesting, mind.

But it really did seem to help her.

On one of our dusk patrols, when the only light we beheld was the light in each other's eyes, the silence became too much to bear.

"Tell me about your brothers," I blurted, nudging her with my phantom shoulder. "Jaywing and Lionsomething?"

"Jayfeather and Lionblaze," she corrected, a sad huff to her mew. "Jayfeather was always mean, but he had good reason to be. He was blind, and everycat was so annoying to him about it. But even though he could be cruel at times, he had a good heart, and a strong sense of justice.

"When I quit being a medicine cat- like a healer," she explained when I raised an eyebrow, "he took my place. At first he hated it. Caring about other cats wasn't exactly his specialty. But his power to feel what other cats felt helped him be a good medicine cat.

"Lionblaze was so astronomically different from him it was strange that they came from the same litter. He was... Okay, I'm not going to sugarcoat this... An idiot. Didn't know anything. Stomped around the forest like a badger with hedgehogs tied to his paws. But... He was sincere, and would do anything for any cat in ThunderClan. He loved being a warrior, and fighting for his Clan.

"One thing I could not stand about him, though, was his brutality. He had no honor in the way he fought. Lionblaze... killed on the battlefield, and shrugged it off like it was nothing. It probably was like nothing to him.

"They had their faults, but I loved them dearly. I especially feel guilty about Lionblaze. He was wronged by me most of all."

I couldn't believe that. Hollyleaf would never hurt anyone except herself. But I also had faith she was telling the truth.

"If you don't mind me asking..."

"Hm?"

"...how did you wrong him?"

She sighed and paused, at the entrance to a cave that seemed to glow from within. I was caught between wanting to enter, and bathe in the glowworms' light, or stop to listen to her tale.

I sat down next to her, and then she began her tale, that started after the Clan discovered Ashfur's mangled body...