Here's the new chappie! Glad that you're all so happy to have Graystripe back! This one is Leafpool's POV (yeah, I'm officially not doing them in any order). Hope you like it, though!

When Leafpool awoke, it was not yet dawn. She gazed around, her dream flooding back to her, and she had the overwhelming urge to speak with Crowfeather. She got to her paws and looked around, but she couldn't see or hear any other cat stirring. She took a breath and began to head for the camp entrance.

"A bit early for an outing, isn't it?"

The soft mew caught her off guard, and she spun round, her fur bristling. She caught sight of a pair of amber eyes watching her from the shadows near the warriors' den.

"Sorreltail!" she meowed. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Keeping watch," the tortoiseshell cat answered, padding up to her. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm...er...collecting some herbs." Leafpool mewed the first thing that came to her head. "Cinderpelt says that we're out of coltsfoot and catnip, so I thought I'd go find some."

"At night?" she asked, narrowing his eyes. "A bit hard to see herbs without any light, isn't it?"

"Um...I ususally find them by scent, anyway," Leafpool meowed, trying to appear careless. "Besides, I wanted to get them before Cinderpelt wakes up. She wanted to make a poultice for Goldenflower's throat with the catnip, and I've never seen it made before. She said she'd show me how."

Sorreltail pawed at the ground. "That's a lie, Leafpool, and you know it. Why won't you tell me where you're really going?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I did," Leafpool answered, shrinking away from the suspicion laced through her friend's voice.

"What makes you say that?" Sorreltail challenged. "You won't know unless you tell me. Besides, what could be so bad that..." She stopped suddenly, and her eyes widened. "It's about what you said, isn't it, that day on patrol? About having a cat to love. I thought it was someone in ThunderClan- I thought it might have even been Brackenfur, from the way you were acting- but it's not, is it? It's someone from another Clan!"

Leafpool's throat tightened, and she knew that she couldn't keep it from Sorreltail anymore. Cursing herself for letting her tongue loosen so much on that patrol, she admitted, "Yes, it is."

"And you're going to meet him! But how can you? And what Clan is he from? Do I know him?"

She sounded faintly excited, as if Leafpool had a normal interest, and not one forbidden by StarClan. The tabby cat looked at her friend, silently thanking her for not mentioning it, for not lecturing her and telling her she was wrong. "You know him, Sorreltail. And he's from...WindClan."

"WindClan? Better than ShadowClan, I suppose. But still, how can you meet him? What'll happen if someone...what'll happen if Firestar finds out?"

"I don't know, Sorreltail. Besides, I haven't done anything wrong yet, besides speak to him." And tell him that I loved him, she added silently.

"So who is it? Come on, you can't tell me this much and then not tell me his name."

Leafpool stared at her. "You can't tell anyone."

"Of course not! Leafpool, I'd never do that. I'm your friend. I won't betray you."

Leafpool stared at her to make sure that she could believe her, and then spoke. "It's...it's Crowfeather."

"Crowfeather! That nettle-tongued, fox-hearted warrior! One of the traveling cats! But weren't he and Feathertail..."

She had to break off, for Leafpool was already forcing her way through the thorns, on her way to see her forbidden love.

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Leafpool's heart pounded as she made her way through the territory, though she didn't feel any remorse for telling Sorreltail. No, she was more worried about what was to come. She hoped that it wouldn't be too difficult to find Crowfeather. But it was late at night. What if he was still asleep in his den? Would she have to barge straight into the WindClan camp to speak with him?

That would be mouse-brained! she told herself, and almost stopped and turned around right then. But the gleam of Silverpelt in the sky kept her going, as well as the voices that spoke from inside her heart.

He wanted a message, she thought, And Feathertail gave me a message. But will he believe me? Will mentioning Feathertail only bring it all back?

She didn't know, but her belly twisted at the possibilites. She already felt as if she had eaten a piece of prey that was still alive, and there it was, crawling around inside of her. Somehow, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. She neared the border with WindClan, and stared across it longingly, seeing the impossibility of crossing it. What would the WindClan patrols do if they caught her? And what would she say if she did find Crowfeather?

"Leafpool!"

She jumped about a tail-length in the air before she realized that the voice hadn't come from the ThunderClan side, but from WindClan. She stared across the stream that formed the border, wondering, waiting for whoever had spoke to appear. She knew it was too late to run.

Crowfeather was racing all-out across his territory, and his eyes blazed like tiny pools of clear water. His tail was high, and his ears were pricked. His gray-blackfur was swirled with starlight, so that he looked like part of StarClanalready.Leafpool stood still as he neared her, and watched as he catapaulted himself clear across the stream, onto the ThunderClan side.

"Crowfeather," she began, wanting to tell him, but he silenced her by pressing his muzzle against hers. Then he stood back, and his tail stretched out, touching her under her chin. Gently he pressed upward, guiding her to lift her head towards the sky until she looked where he did, at the moon that shone so proudly at them from its home among the stars.Crowfeather stared up at it,and his gaze was so warm that Leafpool thought she might melt away right there. Then he spoke:

"I had a dream."

They're together! But will it last?

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