A/N: I know I said I was leaving the fanfiction realm forever, but after a month or so, I decided to come back. I started a couple of Glee fics, and now I'm back with Warriors. I will NOT continue my old Warriors fics (Complicated Love is continued by silverstarfan, and I'm no longer interested in StarClan's Return). So enjoy this story!

I knew I was dreaming. Or, at least I thought so. I could see. But I knew I had never fallen asleep, so I had to be awake. Okay, so not a dream, a vision. But in visions, I saw something important. Not just the everyday antics of the Clan.

Lionblaze would help me with this. I left my somewhat stuffy den—it really needed to be cleaned out, I would get the apprentices to help me with that—stumbling several times. I had to go to the warriors' den, where Lionblaze was asleep, dreaming of a certain white she-cat.

I stepped into the crowded den, wondering how they could sleep with others so close. Lionblaze was curled up close to Icecloud. I had to tell her to move to the nursery soon. I prodded my brother.

"Icecloud….," he mumbled.

"No, you dolt," I said. "It's Jayfeather, you medicine cat brother. Don't you dare go 'round mixing me and your mate up."

"Great StarClan!" Lionblaze exclaimed. "Sorry, I was having a great dream."

"I know." I smirked knowingly at my brother.

"Great StarClan!" he repeated.

"I've got something more important to tell you," I said. Lionblaze's ears pricked. "Come to my den."

I stumbled—a nicer word for tripped—my way to the medicine den. Icecloud was waiting there, having walked faster to the den.

"Hello, Icecloud," I said. "I've been watching you"—I sounded stalker-ish—"and you need to move to the nursery soon. You can do light warrior duties, like minor hunting and walking around—no patrols, battle possibilities—but within the quarter moon, you'll have to stay in the nursery."

Lionblaze stared in amazement at Icecloud. "You're expecting kits?"

"I was just checking with Jayfeather," Icecloud explained. This was the first time I had seen Icecloud since she was a warrior, and I couldn't help admiring her smooth white pelt. I scolded myself. This was Lionblaze's—my brother's—mate.

"I'll give you two some space for a few minutes," I said. "I need to get Dovepaw. The three of us need to discuss something."

Lionblaze understood. "We won't be long."

I nodded and stumbled—my new method of transportation—my way out the den. I stood blinking in the sun. Why did everything have to be so bright? I preferred my cocoon of darkness.

Where could Dovepaw be? I knew she couldn't be in camp. Her mind blazes like a thousand stars, and it was impossible not to know she was close by. Before I could cast my mind out further than the camp, Dovepaw and a familiar white she-cat entered the camp.

This day was turning out to be really weird. First, I can see. See. And now my past life is returning. Half Moon was here. I looked around the clearing to make sure that no badgers were here—they had owned this place when the Ancients lived.

I bounded—not stumbled; thank StarClan—over to the camp entrance. "Half Moon?" I asked, tentative, unsure. I felt as if I spoke her name aloud she would disappear.

"Jay's Wing!" exclaimed Half Moon happily, rushing over to rub her cheek against mine. "After we left here, I noticed you were gone. So I came back to find you. And I did!"

So she thought it was back a while ago. Great. "Half Moon," I said, resting my tail on her shoulder, "I need to take you to talk with Firestar." I glanced at Dovepaw, and added, "Dovepaw, bring Lionblaze. You come too."

She nodded, her eyes narrowed. "It's important, right, Jayfeather?"

She didn't need me to answer that. She hurried off, towards where Lionblaze was.

Half Moon watched in interest. "Jayfeather?" she asked. "Did they change your name?"

"I'll explain it all," I promised. "We just need to talk it out with Firestar, the leader of this group."

Half Moon nodded. That crackle of energy between us was there, and this time I didn't mind. StarClan knows how many times I lay in my den, imagining if I'd stayed with the Ancients. I would have gotten closer to Half Moon, and that I wouldn't mind. She was a wonderful she-cat.

"Jayfeather," Lionblaze said, interrupting my thoughts, "we need to go to Firestar. You need to explain a lot of things."

I had never told anyone of my foray into the past. Into my past. "I guess I do," I muttered, and then added in an undertone to Lionblaze and Dovepaw, "One more thing. I can see."

I didn't wait to see their reactions. I walked, only tripping a few times, to the tumble of rocks leading to Firestar's den. I climbed quickly up the rock pile, not missing a step. "Firestar?" I called out. "We need to talk to you."

There was no answer. "Firestar?" I asked again. "You there?"

Still no answer. I pushed my way into the den. Brambleclaw was standing over a bloody lump of orange fur, a bloodstained paw still on the neck of his dead leader.

"Brambleclaw!" I snarled. "How dare you."

Brambleclaw turned towards me, anger glinting in his amber eyes. But, no, this wasn't Brambleclaw, it was Tigerstar. "Well, well, Jayfeather," he growled. "How nice to see you. Time for the prophecy to die."

And he lunged at me. I scrambled back, but Tigerstar was too fast and too strong. He pinned me down, his claws at my neck. Was he really going to kill me? Time to use my power. I reached out with my mind, or at least tried to.

It didn't work.

I tried again.

My power was gone.

Tigerstar smirked at me. "Not so powerful now, eh?"

"No!" yowled a voice. A mass of white fur slammed into the dark tabby, knocking him off me, and both off the Highledge.

Half Moon lay in a broken heap on the bottom of the stone hollow.

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