Hey! So I recently watched a Warriors map titled "Let me down slowly" and literally fell in love. I've listened to the song at least twenty times and began to feel bad for Crowfeather. Literally everything he cared about was stripped away from him. So, I decided that through the powers of FanFiction, I should give him a newer, happier life.
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Chapter One
Crowfeather sat atop a hill, staring at the dark and gloomy world before him. The moon shone brightly in the sky while the Clans slept deeply in their dens. But not Crowfeather. His mind toiled with anger and grief. The memories of his one true love came flooding back. Her gorgeous gray fur...her wonderful smile. Oh how he longed for the smell of her pelt and the feeling of her breath against his cheek. But she was gone.
Feathertail was dead. Her precious eyes would never again meet his gaze. He stifled a sin as the image of his second love came into his thoughts. Her lovely brown fur. Her sweet amber eyes. But she is as gone too. Leafpool had chosen her Clan over him. But he understood. Who would want him over a Clan full of cats who care for you?
Crowfeather clawed at the soft earth beneath him, leaving trails of thin, rage filled claw marks. He had a son, but how could he possibly love him? He was born of him and a she-cat by the name of Nightcloud. She had taken pity for him when he was grieving...but he never truly loved her either. As the thoughts tossed and turned in his mind, another thought crossed his train of thought. If I ended it all now...would I still be in pain? If he ended it all now, he could be reunited with Feathertail in StarClan and finally have his love.
But perhaps if he ended it all now, he would miss out on the rest of his life. Surely there were more cats for him to meet. Surely he had a much bigger purpose than to sit around and sulk. The wind suddenly picked up and carried a few brittle leaves along with it. He stared at the leaves with heavy eyes. In the midst of those leaves, a silky shape began to form. Crowfeather could hardly believe his eyes.
"Feathertail! I'm right here!" He shouted, hoping to get her attention. Almost as if she couldn't hear him, she danced away in the breeze. "No..." His voice trailed off. Anger welled up inside of him and his blood boiled. He stood up and ferociously ripped the ground to shreds. "How could you do this to me?! You took Feathertail away from me twice now and you made Leafpool choose her Clan. Does StarClan even care anymore?! Do they?!" He shouted into the air. No answer came.
Shaking the dirt from his claws, he stomped off into the distance with one thing in his mind. If I'm not going to end it...I'm going to start it over. Not even bothering to give his home one last glance, he walked away.
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A single moon had been set since Crowfeather left WindClan. Leaf-bare was definitely on its way with cold winds and a chilly atmosphere. The terrain hadn't changed much since his departure. The ground was still flat with a few hills. Only a few trees littered the ground. His pads were raw and bleeding from the long days of traveling. Ribs were now visible along his spine. Prey had been scarce during his travels and he had no shelter in which to sleep.
The inside of his mouth had grown dry and scratchy from the lack of fresh water. He thought perhaps leaving was a mistake. But it was too late to turn back...he must press on. Trekking along, he spotted a small Twoleg den in the near distance. He opened his mouth to taste the air, and his senses were overwhelmed with the smell of twoleg food. It tasted and smelled of meat...juicy and tender. Slimy bits of drool fell from his mouth and seeped into the fur of his paws.
Other foreign smells decorated his senses as well. Strange twoleg spices and maybe some sort of herb he recognized from the medicine den. Rosemary perhaps. He found his paws carrying him along until he reached the twoleg den. It reached high into the sky, a pointy thing nearly scraping the clouds. Placed randomly around the perimeter were many types of vibrantly colored flowers. None of which he had ever seen before. Some were as red as the blood that pumped through his veins. Some were as bright as the sky at sun-high.
He became lost in the beauty of the flowers. They reminded him so much of the beauty that Feathertail once held.
"Hey you! What are you doing here?" Crowfeather whipped around, his tail straight up in the air. His claws slid out hastily, prepared for any fight that broke loose. "I said what are you doing here?" He scanned the area quickly only to find a small gray tabby tom. His green eyes gazing deep into his. Is he friendly? I must be on his territory. Before Crowfeather had a chance to respond, the tom pounced and pinned Crowfeather beneath him.
"Let me go!" Crowfeather exclaimed with thrashing claws. A terrible pain sliced into his shoulder as the tom buried his claws deep into his flesh.
"For the last time. What...are...you...doing here?" Crowfeather winced in pain. So much so that he couldn't choke up an answer. Is this it? Am I going to die so soon after leaving?