A/N: I seriously have no excuse for not writing this story except for the fact that I forgot about it. Seriously. But I really like this story, and I WILL continue it! So no worry.

I wished I couldn't see, just so I couldn't see Half Moon's body lying broken in the clearing below, so I couldn't see that Tigerstar was crouching over her body with his claws unsheathed and teeth bared.

I scrambled down the rock pile, shoving past Lionblaze and Dovepaw. "It's Tigerstar!" I yowl as I reach the bottom. "Help me!"

A few heads poke out the dens, and cats soon emerge. Lionblaze (finally) rushes over to Half Moon and Tigerstar, and leaps on the huge tabby tom. I rushed over to Half Moon, lying in a heap on the ground.

"Half Moon?" I said. I sniffed her, careful not to poke her too hard. One of her legs was dislocated, and a paw was sprained. She had a cut on her forehead that was bleeding heavily. She was breathing, and though her pulse was fast and weak, it was still there.

Lionblaze and Tigerstar were fighting for their—well, Lionblaze's—life. I could care less. Half Moon—my Half Moon—was hurt. I grabbed her scruff and gently, gently dragged her to the entrance to my den.

Before I could get any further, a voice said, "Jayfeather." I knew the voice, but it wasn't from ThunderClan or any other Clans I knew of.

"Brightspirit?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"

The pretty she-cat's eyes were full of panic. "I haven't much time to tell you this."

"What—" I start to ask.

"Dark to cover the stars, with half moon to bring them back," Brightspirit whispered, so quiet I could barely hear her.

I didn't bother to ask what she meant. StarClan would never give anyone a straight answer.

"'Dark to cover the moon, with half moon to bring them back,'" I repeated, imprinting the words into my memory.

Brightspirit nodded. I blinked and she was gone.

I couldn't think about the prophecy while I tended to Half Moon. She required all my attention—and I willingly gave it all to her. The yowls of Tigerstar and Lionblaze faded into the background as I tended to my patient, my paws going on automatic as I forced my mind to calm down and accept this new change in direction.

As soon as I could think straight again, I felt a coldness, an absence of warm gazes that I had only noticed they were then when they had left. I had come to rely on the warm gazes, and without them I felt lost.

No one else noticed the absence, except for one.

"Jayfeather?" Leafpool called, pushing her way into my den. "Is it just me or…."

I knew what she was saying. "They're gone. The Dark Forest extinguished them. The prophecy said so."

"Prophecy?" Leafpool cocked her. "What prophecy?"

"Besides the prophecy?" I said, forgetting that Leafpool didn't know about the prophecy of Lionblaze, Dovepaw and I. "'Dark to cover the stars, with half moon to bring them back.' Brightspirit told me, just before they…disappeared, so to speak."

Leafpool's anxiety pricked my pelt like brambles—though my power was gone, I knew my mother well enough to tell what she was feeling. "What will we do without them?" she fretted, hurrying over to my herb stock, sorting and neatly piling them as she always did when she was medicine cat. "Just guide ourselves?"

I gazed down at Half Moon, and her green eyes fluttered open. And I knew exactly who to turn to. Flicking my gaze back to Leafpool, I said, "We need to break up Lionblaze and Tigerstar immediately!"

Without waiting for a reply, I dashed outside the den to where Tigerstar was wrestling with my brother. I didn't think, I wasn't my rational self as I threw myself at Tigerstar. My rage was overwhelming—this was the cat that had hurt Half Moon. This rage was sudden, fierce and overpowering.

Tigerstar drew back in shock as I landed on his back and clawed desperately at his flesh, and it gave Lionblaze an opportunity to slash at his paws. Tigerstar stepped back, and, between the wrath of the two of us, was soon backed up against the hollow wall.

Dovepaw joined us then, her blue eyes sparking with fear and excitement. All three of us aimed blows at the dark tabby tom, forcing him to bow down to us. He was good enough to be two fighters—but so was Lionblaze. So we had an unfair advantage, one that we used willingly.

I had forgotten that there was a whole Clan watching, having no idea what was going on. They didn't know there was a prophecy, they didn't know StarClan was as good as dead, and they most certainly didn't know that there was a cat from the past here. A cat that happened to be from this same place, and that I had lived with her forever ago.

At the thought of Half Moon, I wondered how she was doing. That distracted me enough for Tigerstar to get a blow to my head—and no light blow was it, either. It hurt. A lot.

I could feel the blood spreading from the cut between my ears, see it drip down in my eyes, smell it as it filled my nose, taste it as it trickled in my mouth. As a medicine cat, I was used to blood, but not my own.

I felt dizzy as I lost more blood. Tigerstar's eyes gleamed as he found the weak link, the one who could be the death of us. And this might be my death.

I knew what I had to do, and I had to be as dignified as possible while doing it. I slowly backed away, my head low in submission. I left the battle to the other members of the Three, feeling so ashamed of myself.

Luckily, but at the same time not so luckily, I didn't have to watch much longer. I had lost too much blood, from my head wound and other various wounds. It was too much, and the world went black as I crumpled to the ground.

I seem to always end with a cliffie, eh? Oh well. Please review? PLEASE?