Crowfeather's dreams knotted around him, pulling him deeper into his subconsious. Like every night his dreams took him to a large expanse of water, and Feathertail. A rusty purr escaped from his throat as he raced across the swirling blue towards her. Once again he lost himself in her fur, and once again he gazed into her crystal eyes.

"Crowfeather" Her watery voice called softly

Ignoring her call he pressed his muzzle into her cheek, licking fiercly.

"Crowfeather!" Her voice changed again, it was sharp and firey.

He looked up, and the beautiful eyes he once loved were clouded with disapproval. Her fluffy tail flicked with agitation and her paws kneaded the ground uncomfortably.

Taken aback, he lifted his head high and asked "What?"

"Look over there" Feathertail pointed with her tail.

Confused he peered around her to see earthy soil spreading out in the middle of their ocean. A growl rumbled from his chest as he moved to cover Feathertail. However Feathertail moved out from behind him and stepped heavily onto the ground. Carefully, Crowfeather followed.

"I am not here to meet with you, as you wish. Rather then having been pulled here by your desires because you refuse yourself another, I have come of my own accord."

"So, Starclan want you to tell me something?" Crowfeather asked, ever so slightly leaning forwards to hear it.

"Not... Not quite. Starclan are neither against or for me coming here. They see what I'm going to show you as unimportant, it won't change anything. They're indifferen't to it." Feathertail looked sad.

Before Crowfeather could inquire any more she disappeared, and with the last flourish of her tail, whispered;

"You are forgetting what it is, to be in love."

Stunned Crowfeather stood still. H-How? I could never forget the feelings I shared with Feathertail. How could she accuse me of such a thing! In a last desperate attempt to call her back he yowled;

"I love you Feathertail, I always have and I always will! Come back to me!"

Then something caught his attention. A small pool of water was leaking onto the ground he stood on. It twisted and turned untill it glittered, just a few pawsteps from him. Confused, he took a small step towards it, only to stop as a movement caught the edge of his eye.

A golden coloured leaf fluttered down from above slowing slightly as it passed his face. It landed smoothly in the pool of water, hardly making a ripple. A low meow sounded at that moment, a pained cry.

Leafpool! Crowfeather would recognise that call anywhere. If some nasty Twoleg took him to a godforsaken corner of this land, he would race back at the sound of that voice. His heart fluttered as fear for her caught his chest. Without thinking he leapt into the pool, then everything was gone. His paws hit nothing. Slight strands of fur twisted around him, knotting him in place.

Another yowl of pain ripped through the darkness. Leafpool's cry was becoming more desperate.

"Leafpool, I'm coming!"

He struggled against the fur, but no matter how much he ripped, tore, or slashed his way through, he couldn't escape the sickening bonds that tied him in place.

Another yowl met his ears, and this time a stomach churning scent pulled at his nose.

Blood!

"Leafpool!" He yowled desperatley "Leafpool where are you?!"

He clawed his way and finally the fur aorund him broke, relieved he bounded forwards only to realise the different shades of fur were rising up around him. Taking shapes. A black and white, faceless shape stepped infront of him, flanked by three, smaller shapes.

"Nightcloud?" No reply came from the cat it just stood there. More shapes were rising up, Onestar's mottled pelt caught the corner of his eye and Barkface's old, greying fur was visable just nehind Nightcloud.

Another yowl ripped through, causing him to forget everything but the she-cat he wanted. The shapes dissolved and he kept running forwards, untill he felt something sloshing around his paws.

Looking down in horror he realised he was running through blood. Shaking away the fear he yowled her name "Leafpool! Leafpool!"

The horrific silence burned into his eardrums and he shuddered "Where are you?!"

The last words he heard scorched through his soul and he woke panting in the warriors den. Blackness shrouded him from the other sleeping forms, leaving him in peace to worry over the words that had hit his dream, reawakening his heart, forcing it into a beating life.

"Crowfeather, It's your fault!"