Author's Note: I thought this title was original... but I guess not. Thanks to all reviewers and I really want you to know that I try to update as much as I can. Right now, I just got Crookedstar's Promise (I know, it came out a long time ago). So please don't give me suggestions that have any spoilers that have anything to do with that book. Although I'd rather like including Mapleshade in the next chapter... but please, I'll take suggestions, and of course... reviews, flames or not!

Heathertail had just returned from the dawn patrol. There was no sign of ShadowClan warriors past their rather stinky scent markers that made the she-cat want to vomit. She really hoped they would take better care of themselves some day. Oops. She gently scolded herself. Heathertail did have friends in ShadowClan, the dark hearted Clan of the lake. One of them was Dawnpaw, an enthusiastic young she-cat who loved to hunt. Yet there was something peculiar in her obsession with light brown tabby didn't trust the apprentice much, but she supposed that this friend was better than nothing.

The young WindClan warrior padded over to the freshkill pile. Her stomach making rather embarrassing growling noises, she longed for food. Luckily, there was some there. There were mostly voles, unusually thin for the time. There was a rather small rabbit that Whitetail had recently dropped off. Onestar was biting into a thrush, smiling at his warrior's catch. And there was one gigantic rabbit that a certain black warrior had dragged into camp. He grinned at Heathertail and added what he caught to the freshkill pile.

Heathertail, not wanting to be greedy, picked out a vole. She savored the taste of prey on her tongue, although it was not much. Then she was hungry once more, as if she had eaten nothing. Controlling herself, Heathertail picked up the rabbit and decided to carry it to the elders.

"Hey, Heathertail!" a voice made her stop dead in her tracks. Breezepelt. What does he want with me this time?

"Why, hello Breezepelt!" she exclaimed, smiling a smile that was obviously fake. Breezepelt didn't seem to notice. The normally grumpy son of Crowfeather's appeared to be genuinely happy to see her.

"Would you like to share?" the tom asked, in such a tone that suggested he didn't really like sharing but was willing to make an exception this time. He dropped a squirrel at her paws.

"All right," the light brown she-cat sighed. "But I think the elders will send me to StarClan if I don't bring them some freshkill."

The WindClan warrior laughed. "We all know Webfoot!"

Heathertail nodded.

"I'll do you a favor," meowed Breezepelt shyly,"and carry that rabbit there for you."

"I can do it myself," the tabby snapped,"but you can go."

When Breezepelt had returned, Heathertail had just bitten into the squirrel. He joined her beside the prey.

"That big rabbit ran away from a ThunderClan warrior," the black tom muttered through a mouthful of squirrel fur,"everyone knows they can't hunt."

"Nice," said Heathertail sarcastically, not sure if she would have said that if she was in the ThunderClan cat's place. "Which warrior would that be?"

"The fox heart they call Lionblaze," hissed Breezepelt. "He relies on Twoleg food to feed his Clan, I think."

Heathertail knew it was not her place to feel sorry for the golden brown tom. But she couldn't stop herself. That tom could be hostile to her if he wanted to. Yet she swore to never act that way to him. Heathertail couldn't think clearly. Emotions that couldn't be named radiated off of her in waves.

"Breezepelt, I won't speak to you again unless you learn to control your words!" Before she knew what she had done, she stalked away.

"But Heathertail... I think I like you!" Breezepelt called after her. This did not stop Heathertail. Onestar cast a sympathetic look in her direction. "ThunderClan friends, Breezepelt, I think she has ThunderClan friends." And he couldn't be more right.

So, any guesses on who that "certain black warrior" might happen to be?