•Crowfeather & Feathertail & Leafpool•
Can't seem to keep my eyes shut
Can't stop to think about what what what
You said, you said to me when
I lost, I lost you again
"You're a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I'll never forget you."
"Don't you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail's death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?"
"Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once... don't make me save you again."
"I'll always be with you, Crowpaw."
"That doesn't mean I didn't love you."
"I do remember. You don't think I feel any affection for that bad-tempered furball, do you? Every time we see each other he tries to make trouble. I just wanted to know if Barkface had given Morningflower the rest of the watermint."
"Hollyleaf, I have lost my kits, the one cat I loved, and my calling as a medicine cat. Which do you think would be easier for me, to die, or to go on living?"
Crowfeather's heart seem to drop as he remembered Feathertail in his name, and Jayfeather. One she-cat who had died and loved so much, and his own son, who lived in a different clan. He was proud of his kits, but why couldn't he at least visit his kits? He sighed, opening his eyes. Dozens of other cats were asleep, only their hearts awake. Their warmth arose into the aroma, dry air floating around them. Yawning, he slowly got up, muscles beginning to turn and work. Padding outside, glancing at the stars, he saw a thin outline of Feathertail. Sighing, he dragged himself to the fresh-kill pile, where a thin, elderly rabbit was laid down. Growling, he heard chuckles from the apprentice's den. They planned him to eat the rabbit. Grabbing the rabbit, he sat down, grass greeting his dark gray, almost black, pelt.
Morning shined into the dens. Still having the taste of rabbit fur in his mouth, he looked as Breezepelt glared at him, then turned his back, walking outside of the Warriors' den. Groaning, he let his sapphire orbs adjust to the sunlight before he moved his tired muscles, and let his dark gray fur be shined upon. Looking up, he avoided the sun's harshful glare, and turned to see Whitetail, a beautiful, thick pelt. She was the mentor of Breezepelt, yet he wondered how he became so strong. He must have had more help, a second mentor. Ashfoot leaped out of the camp, with Whitetail, Nightcloud, Swallowtail, and Leaftail right behind her. "Hunting patrol?" He asked Harespring, who looked behind him, and nodded. Owlwhisker and Whiskerpaw padded out, the Windclan camp was bursting with activity. It seemed impossible to hide a secret here. Crowfeather reflected, sighing. The winds suddenly picked up, swift breezes hitting against leaves. Kestrelflight suddenly hissed, wind beginning to hit outside of his den. "Looks like the herbs will have to get used to the wind, 'eh?" Crowfeather purred amusingly, and Kestrelflight nodded.
"Ow!" A yowl outside of the camp suddenly rang in Crowfeather's ears. He turned to see Boulderpaw, Breezepelt's apprentice, flinching, with something on his paw. Furzepaw stood by him, her pelt brushing against his, and she seemed to be meowing soft whispers to him. Heathertail's gaze was hidden, but worry shined in her pale eyes. "What happened?" Kestrelflight asked, looking at Boulderpaw's wounded left paw. " While chasing a rabbit, he didn't realize a thorn bush was near, and while leaping, a thorn snagged on his left paw." Furzepaw explained, worry shining in her eyes. Kestrelflight nodded, and dashed into the den, brushing his pelt with weed, which clung on top of the den. He appeared again, with large, white cobwebs in his jaws. His brown fur laid down as he wrapped the cobwebs around his paw, and became somewhat pink. "You've licked the blood, haven't you?" Kestelflight asked, and the shaken apprentice nodded. Smiling, he grabbed the thorn which had been laid down, and placed it on another patch of grass. "Alright, rest the paw for awhile. Don't leap or run for awhile until it feels fine." Limping, Furzepaw helped the apprentice, an odd glimmer shining in her eyes. Crowfeather smiled, and then realized it didn't matter what clan his love was from. He would help her always, even if she was rabbit-leaps away. He turned back, then heard Onestar yowl, "Crowfeather! Want to lead a patrol later?" Crowfeather turned to his leader. He nodded, and padded off into the dens, sitting down, thinking.