Hello! Welcome back once again to Warriors High!

I said don't kill me, and I notice I'm alive to write this chapter soooooo...thanks?

Review Responses:

PhoenixRune: I-er, better get this chapter out quick hehe oh...um..please don't kill me

Ivystormrandomness: I don't know, read on to find out hehe

Unknown crazy: ;)

SunKatt: I love cliffies ;) and yes, quite literally in Heathertail's perspective. Thank you for your support!

Thank you all!

Now on with the chapter~

Cinderheart POV

I was already halfway up the slope when I heard Honeyfern scream.

Good, now others know.

I knew the way up to the cliff, and it wasn't too difficult. Especially since I'd noticed the girl up the top just as she'd arrived. The pathway up the cliff was steep, rocky and extremely bumpy, and it took all of my concentration to be as quick as I could be whilst not tripping up. It would've been a secret did everyone not know it, just a thin entrance hidden around the back. It widened out a bit as I continued upwards, with the rock walls pressing in on either side.

I stumbled and fell down, but twisted onto my shoulder before I hit the ground so that I was able to roll over and right back onto my feet again. Pain shot through my shoulder but I ignored it and continued upwards, gritting my teeth slightly. I continued on immediately, thankful I did sports a lot and didn't tire so easily.

The wind hits me like a hammer the second I run around the sharp corner and arrive at the top. I shielded my face slightly as I wait to adjust to it, having not felt the howling wind in the sheltered path. There was a figure blocking out the sun, her shadow streaming towards me, hair whipping about. She was just a silhouette, but I'd recognised her before. Moving my hands away from my face, I took a single step forward and said, "Heathertail."

Her rigid position broke as she stumbled in surprise and turned around, shock lining her face.

"O-o...C-Cinderheart…" she mumbled.

"You're scared."

Silence. "I-I-"

"You have all the right to be," I continued, "I understand. But why?"

Silence

"Why do you want it?"

"I-I...I've got nothing left…"

"You do."

I take another step forwards.

"You've got a life to live, you've got people who care about you, you've got dreams, you've got-"

"I DON'T!"

I took a step back, startled by her sudden outburst. She advanced a single step towards me, her eyes narrowing, hands curling into fists.

"My life's a misery!" she shouted, "What's gonna change? All of my dreams have been destroyed and I have no hope and nobody CARES ABOUT ME!"

There's a silence that follows. She stood there panting, then she let out a sob and spun around, sitting on the edge of the cliff. She sat there, weeping quietly. I let out a silent breath I hadn't even realised I was holding in and walked over to sit by her. She had her face buried in her hands. After a moment, I leant over to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her over to me. I'm aware of how precariously balanced we are on the edge, but none of that seems to matter. She wraps her arms around me and cries quietly into my shoulder.

"You've got loads of people who care about you, you just don't realise it. After the Dawnpelt incident you've got way more people behind you. And even before that you had Whitetail and you've seen the way Breezepelt looks at you." I whispered softly.

"But N-Nightcloud and her f-followers...they didn't care about whether the rumour was a lie or not...they just want to laugh at me…"

"But think about the good sides. Do the other students seem friendlier now? They'd never even heard of the rumour before then, and look how they are sympathetic now."

I'm suddenly aware of the sound of many feet hitting the ground as people run in a hurry.

"I don't want sympathy. I want to be a normal person! I want to have friends…"

"Well good,"

I turned, making her turn with me, just in time to see my friends skid to a halt at the top of the slope.

"'cause you've got some brand new ones."

Nightcloud POV

I slashed the knife repeatedly at the tree, cutting the bark with wayward strokes that I put all my effort into. I imagined that the tree is Leafpool's hair, it matches her ugly brown shade, ha! I imagined that I was cutting her to pieces, and it made me feel better, though not as much as it would if I actually was. My strokes seemed to extremely rarely hit the center of the tree, and that made me want to vent out my frustration even more.

Suddenly I felt a slight presence behind me and heard "If that's how accurate you're going to be hitting a person, I'd suggest training more.", but when I spun around whoever was there had vanished as quickly as they'd appeared, leaving no trace behind.

Nightcloud was being watched hehe

Whom do you think it was?

Now for a quick question:

Heatherblaze or Cinderblaze?

I doubt it will change the outcome of the fic, but it might inspire

Looking through notes and just found what I have planned for a couple of chapters time, they're going to kill me

Welp, see you on the flip side!

~KT