Okay, for one, I've got REALLY BAD news... This is the last chapter/oneshot of this fanfiction. I'm sorry, but it has to end sometime, I've already got two other stories going, and I'm trying to come up with the solution to my writer's block on my original story... ugh, I'm really busy, so this fic is discontinued, after this one last dramatic chapter.

Now, I've tallied the votes... and I hope you'll all be happy with this last chapter... I didn't really want to have to do a Whitewing x Spiderleg... because that's kinda boring cause they're in the same clan and there's nothing pulling them apart...but, I'm nice, so I'll do it.

mysterys

-------------------That Last Love of Mine------------------

Whitewing's POV-

I crumpled over his fallen body, sobbing remorsefully, why hadn't he loved me? I heard quiet footsteps footsteps behind me, and the Ashfur's quiet voice said behind me, "I'm sory, Whitewing, I know you loved him. I only wish you felt the same for me."

I turned, shocked, Ashfur loved me? But of course, now it all made sense. Birchfall had always been trying to hook me up with Ashfur. Birchfall had only ever felt affection for one, Snowbird. I could smell her everywhere. Even over his fallen body.

I could also smell something else in the air around Birchfall's corpse. No, don't tell me. I sniffed again. It couldn't be. It just couldn't... Birchfall having kits with another cat? Whitewing had always dreamed about the gorgeous kits that she and Birchfall would have had. Would have had. Would have, Could have, Should have. It was all that foul Snowbird's fault that this happened. If Birchfall had been with me, he wouldn't have died, and I would be the one licking the ears of his beautiful kits, not Snowbird.

Ashfur awaited my reaction to his proposal, but I only nuzzled against Birchfall.

Birchfall would be my one and only love. He is the only one I would ever love. No longer would I feel the pain on unrequited love. I would never love again.

I felt a rush of sympathy for the gray tom behind me; Ashfur. Two unrequited loves, no kits, aging slowly to the point where he would be too old to mate. I would find him a mate, I promised myself, but it wouldn't be me.

Three Days Later-

I heard footsteps beside me in the warrior's den, and slowly opened my eyes, jumping back as Spiderleg's face was a tail-length away from mine. I laughed and said, "Don't do that again Skinnyleg, or I'll pounce."

He snorted and said, "It's Spiderleg you twitchy furball, and by the way... Firestar's calling you."

I laughed again at my comical companion and jogged towards the leader's den. Spiderleg was relatively handsome, black fur, black tail, long lanky black legs and amber eyes, he was very clumsy, probably because of his illongated legs and was very funny. He seemed to be spending more time with me since Birchfall died, and I was glad forthe company. I didn't have any feelings for him besides that of a friend, and he was fun to be around. What was the harm?

Mainly the only socialization though was at night. We didn't talk much, just lay next to eachother, enjoying the prescence and getting body-heat. A few nights he even put his tail around me. He didn't move fast, and didn't seem to love me, that was good. And whenI wanted to, I could have an intelligent conversation with him without him drooling like the rest of the toms in the clan.

But despite his neverending prescence at my side, I didn't really know Spiderleg that well.

But I was grateful for him, he seemed to understand my reluctance to speak with Ashfur and whenever Ashfur started to come towards me, Spiderleg would stop whatever he was doing and bound over to hold a dramatic conversation with me. It even happened once in the woods, I didn't know how he knew that Ashfur was coming towards me from a mile away, but he sprinted all the way from camp to save me from the uncomfortable conversation with Ashfur.

My attention returned to the grand orange tom before me; Firestar.

He looked me up and down once before asking, "Will you lead a patrol? According to Ashfur, there was some commotion at the Shadowclan border, check it out with another cat, you can pick."

This didn't sound good, Ashfur noting something the one time no experienced warrior besides me, him and Spiderleg were in camp?

I nodded and trotted back to Spiderleg, asking, "Wanna come on a patrol with me, over by Shadowclan?" He grinned and said, "A'course."

On the way, I voiced my concern with this, and he nodded thoughtfully, before saying awkwardly, "Whitewing, I know this sounds cheesy, but you can talk to me about anything, okay? I know about the Birchfall thing, how you liked him, and I know about Snowbird... I was probably one of the only ones he told before he died. If you're having trouble, you can talk to me, okay?"

I smiled and said, "Thanks Spiderleg, I will." I really appreciated his concern. It wasn't phony caring just to get a chance to talk to me... Spiderleg really cared, that felt nice.

He smiled and we were silent the rest of the way to Shadowclan.

We arrived, and I said loudly, "Where's the commotion that Ashfur was talking about?"

"Right here." Came the reply. Snowbird. She leapt down from the oak tree where Birchfall had died and landed gracefully beside me.

She turned to Spiderleg and said, "Can we have a moment?"

He nodded and backed off respectfully.

Staying carefully on my side of the border, I said politely, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you can help me," said Snowbird, "The kits, mine and Birchfall's that is, are having trouble in Shadowclan, and they're only a few days old. I think they would do better in Thunderclan, but no one can know about me and Birchfall. So I had an idea. I know you probably blame me for Birchfall's death, Whitewing, and that is probably justified, but in honor of Birchfall's memory, will you help me and his kits?"

I felt anger, but said, "Depends, what's your idea?"

"Well, you could either get really fat, or pregnant, and then pretend that you gave birth to these kits. I suggest the pregnancy, because you'd have to lose the weight really fat."

I shook my head and said, "No way, that would take two moons for me to give birth, and there is no way the kits will look newborn in two moons."

"I have little nurishment, and that will keep them small, besides, the kits were small anyway. Please, Whitewing, don't do it for me, I know you hate me, do it for Birchfall, and do it for his kits. Please," Snowbird really sounded desperate.

As if on cue, three adorable little kits emerged from the trees, one was white with blue eyes, one was white with green eyes, and there was a light brown one with darker brown eyes, who looked identical to Birchfall. The last kit was the one that convinced me to accept the offer. He looked exactly like Birchfall, and looked starved and sick. Snowbird introduced the green-eyed one as "Ashenkit" the blue-eyed one as "Rainkit" and the birch-colored tom as "Elmkit."

I sighed and said, "Fine, I'll do it, but one problem... I'm not pregnant."

Snowbird nodded and said, "That is a problem... any tom you like?"

"No."

"We could arrange something with a tom in Thunderclan, explain the whole thing and say that this arrangement is only temporary, that this will be your only litter with this said-tom. What tom in Thunderclan can you trust with your life, your secret, and your kits?"

I heard a twig snap in the bracken, and Ashfur emerged. He said firmly, "She can trust me."

Snowbird nodded with approval and said, "Then it's settled."

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

Great. That was it. I was going to have kits with Ashfur. Ugh. The horror. The Horror. The Horror. Why had Birchfall done this to me?

It was all arranged, Tomorrow night, Ashfur and I were to "create" the kits, and the plan would go on from there.

I explained all this hoarsely to Spiderleg, whose mouth was dropped with horror.

When I was finished, Spiderleg curled himself around me, giving me a warm embrace of friendship and love, bathing me with sympathy concern and passion. I wished we could stay like that forever.

He licked my ear and said, "Whitewing, I have something to say..."

I looked at him and said, "I know what you're going to say, Spiderleg... but can't just stay like this today, and deal with love tomorrow?"

He smiled and licked my nose, pressing his cheek into the hollow of my shoulder. I lay my head on his flank, and realized... we fit together. It was almost like we were made to fit together like this. Like a puzzle piece. And then I realized with horror that I had broken my vow.

I had fallen in love.

I had fallen in love with Spiderleg.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

We woke up like that, and I slowly ran my tailtip down his black back. I murmured quietly into his ear, "Spiderleg, I love you, even though I promised I woul never love again, I love you, Spiderleg, I love you."

It felt good to say it. Goosebumps quivered down my spine as a chill wind seemed to come from my heart, but it was immediately melted when his passion filled voice replied, "I love you too, Whitewing, I always have, I always will."

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

It was night-time. It was Ashfur time.

He emerged from the warrior's den and I said, "Ashfur, remember, it is only this once. I am only having kits with you for Birchfall's sake. After this whole thing it over, it's the end of our relationship, The End. E.N.D. End."

Ashfur nodded quietly and said, "This is what I have always wanted Whitewing; to love you, to have kits with you."

I smiled underneath my jaw. Because I had my own secret for Ashfur, I was already pregnant.

As of earlier today, I was pregnant with Spiderleg's kits.

Nothing Ashfur could say or do would change that.

For his benefit though, I would go on letting Ashfur think the kits were his, while in reality, they were mine and Spiderleg's.

Of course I had okayed this plan with my new mate, Spiderleg, and he understood. But he was watching, and making sure Ashfur didn't get too carried away.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

Two Moons Later

The kits were born.

There were two of my kits, and then Elmkit, Ashenkit and Rainkit, who had been slipped into the nursery during the labor. No one noticed, accept Snowbird, Ashfur and Spiderleg, who was of course there the whole time.

I named my two kits Widowkit and Webkit, they were both spitting images of Spiderleg. Hopefully that would subtly inform Ashfur that the kits were Spiderleg's, not his. Ashfur was taken aback when he saw the kits and when he heard there names.

Ashfur glared at Spiderleg and said, "You. You. You. They're, yours?"

Spiderleg nodded proudly, still gazing at me and his kits.

Ashfur stayed surprisingly calm, still glaring, but exited quietly.

Webkit and Widowkit accepted Elmkit, Ashenkit and Rainkit as their siblings, and the three foreign kits accepted the little shekit (Widowkit) and the little tom (Webkit) as their siblings. All and all the proccess went well.

Every night, Spiderleg watched his kits, every night, he slept in the nursery, every night, Snowbird came to check on her kits.

Every night Birchfall thanked me.

Every night I thanked Birchfall. After all, without him, I would never have discovered my one true love.

That one true love was Spiderleg.

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YAY FOR SAPPINESS!

Please don't yell at me for the sappiness, or for the fact that it was rushed, or for the fact that two month old kits would never look newborn... JUST REVIEW!

THE END OF FALLEN TEARS

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