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WarriorCatsFan2098-Of course I'll use your OC! Actually, that's given me an idea for the chapter.

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Crowfeather POV

I hugged Leafpool as we sat on the hill together, gazing out at the wonderful sunset. It was a perfect night, nothing could spoil it.

I remembered the fight I'd had with Nightcloud that had caused the break-up.

"Crowy! You're looking at...her again!" she had whined. I was watching Leafpool. She was watching me.

"Oh, am I? Sorry." I said, distracted.

"Crowy! Look at me!" she ordered. I looked at her.

"What?" I snapped. She almost jumped away.

"Crowy, do you still love me?" she asked in a high-pitched, clingy and whiny voice.

"Sure." I said dismissively in a dreamy tone, looking at Leafpool again.

"Crowfeather, I need a proper answer!"

"Look here Nightcloud! You're too needy and clingy and whiny." People were turning around to listen, "It's clear we don't love each other, it's clear this is ending. It's clear you have always been using me to gain popularity. It's over, we're break-up."

Nightcloud had been shocked and horrified.

"But Crowy, I can't live without you!" she wailed.

I had shot her such a glare she had almost melted. "Then die." I snarled.

And that was within the first hour of arriving. I had walked over to Leafpool and we had walked off holding hands. Now, we sat on the hill, gazing at the sunset.

"Hey Leafpool?"

"Yes?"
"Would you like to go out to the Welcome Dance with me?"

"I'm so glad you asked! Yes, I'd love to!"

Sandstorm POV

I walked into Heatherstar's Boutique with Firestar trudging behind me.

"Why do you always take me clothes shopping? It's only the second day! Why do you need clothes?" he moaned.

"Shush, I need to pick out a nice dress for the Welcome Dance." I replied with a slight laugh.

"Just as long as you look pretty."

I laughed and began looking through a rack of knee-length dresses.

"Do you think this suits me?" I asked, pulling out a dark pale green dress and holding it against me. Before he had a chance to respond, I put it back and said "Hell no."

"Maybe a bit brighter? Like, uh…"

"Red!" I exclaimed, pulling out a beautiful strapless sassy red dress.

"Beautiful." Firestar breathed, "So beautiful, I'm gonna ask if you want to go to the dance with me."

I blushed and laughed slightly, "Of course!"

Briarlight POV

I walked down to halls with a spring in my step. Jayfeather had asked to meet me in front of the hall where the dance would be tomorrow. I wondered if he was gonna ask me to the dance and giggled.

Then someone grabbed me by the shoulder and shoved me against the lockers. I wriggled around to face my attacker and saw a fourth-former with silver and white streaked hair, milky blue eyes and pale skin.

"Fallingsnow!" I gasped while internally groaning. This was the gossip girl of her year. She was River Team, and could basically lie her way out of trouble. If I reported this, she'd get off without detention.

I saw a forced anger in her eyes, but also desperateness.

"You're going to meet Jayfeather, aren't you?" she hissed.

"Um, can you please get off me?" I asked. She realised what she was doing and let go.

She may have been the gossip girl and the liar, but I could see deep down that she never meant to hurt anyone.

"Now, yes, I am. Why does it concern you?"

"I have a crush on him too!" she announced loudly, then blushed and dropped her voice, "Please don't tell anyone, my friends hate him."

I felt somewhat sorry for Fallingsnow. But I liked Jayfeather too. "I won't tell anyone, but he's mine!"

She looked up with a challenge in her eyes. "Is that so? Alright, you can have this dance with him, but I'll be back. And, hell am I gonna win him."

"You're a year younger than him."

"I don't care." with that she trotted off.

I rubbed my shoulders and continued to the auditorium. The grey-haired boy was stood facing it. The doors were shut, and it looked as though a few of the teachers were setting things up.

Jayfeather seemed to detect me, and he spun around. I didn't wince at the emptiness of his pale blue eyes, and instead carried on forwards.

"Isn't it funny," he began, "that this is where we'll soon listen to so many boring talks, but tomorrow it will be the spark at the start of the year?"

"It is." I said thoughtfully.

"So I want to celebrate by dancing with you."

I blushed hard. "And I accept."