I know. I deserve to be hung. I deserve to suffer the most violent means of death, ever. I'm so sorry for updating. You wouldn't believe how uninspired I was to write (high school is tough!). I promise I'll update the rest of my stories. Will you ever forgive me my beautiful readers? If you review, then you are forever in my dept. Briefy Summary: Well Hollyleaf ran away from Thunderclan, appeared in Windclan, where she met Breezepelt. Then he attacked her, and she tried to kill him and they have an argument which turns into a conversation. Then they become friends again, and now they are going to meet later on today. Oh yesh and Breezey has a scratch (caused by Holly) which Ashfoot is all like Wtf about. That's where we left off.

Now enough apologies.

Warriors isn't mine. If it was, then I probably wouldn't be allergic to cats.

Let the story begin!

Chapter 3

Her whiskers twitched when she smelled the tang of blood, looking straight at me she said, "Breezepelt, explain."

(Ashfoot POV)

I sighed as I examined the wound on my kit's kit. Things have been very strange around Windclan. I was trying to ignore the rather accusing stares I receive from cats who blame me for Crowfeather's blunder. They mustn't, we already settled this long ago. I do not understand why they have to bring old disputes up again!

"Ouch!" Breezepelt hissed in pain when I pushed my nose into a particular spot. Withdrawing, a lap up some of the wound, covering up the worst of it with his fur. I was still waiting for Breezepelt's explanation.

'"Breezpelt," I urge. Curiosity prickled at me when he shuffled away.

"Well," he began, his eyes working to figure out a way to deceive me. This was going to be good. "Well, I was chasing a rabbit you see. And it went into a hole. And there was a bramble on that hole. And I scratched my neck while trying to get at it."

What a horrible liar.

I decided to not ask any more questions, and let this dispute settle where it was. Waving my tail to beckon the others to follow, we headed back to the camp as odd looking patrol; Heathertail was frolicking around Breezepelt, trying to examine his scratch. Breezepelt was trying to push her off, looking agitated. And then there was me, taking up the rear, and occasionally getting my foot stepped on from the constant movement up ahead.

"Calm down!" I hissed, when Heathertail's tail whacked me in the muzzle. She immediately flattened her ears in embarrassment, but that didn't stop her from stealing concerned glances in the tom's direction. I breathed out loudly. Young cats and their romances.

We padded into the camp at around twilight, silverpelt slowly appearing in the deep blue sky. I stretched my neck up to stare at Starclan, wondering if they could ever put an end to the hostility zapping in my clan. I spied from the corner of eye as Nightcloud slinked past Crowfeather, acting as though my son was part of the moss on the rocks. Growling indignantly, I halted the urge to leap out at her and shred her ears. Everything was gone now! Why did the others have to bring it up again.

No.

No, it wasn't my clan that brought this up. It was the enemy. It was the she-cat, Hollyleaf. My claws sunk into the ground. She thought that she had to live a hard life being half-clan, little does she know about how my son has to deal with this.

(Breezepelt POV)

Spittle flew from my mouth as I chewed on my mouse, sharing it with Heathertail. She was quite a burr on my fur. I remember the days where I stood strong on her side, glaring at any cat (Lionblaze, in particular) who tried to get close to her. I gave up just a couple days ago before the gathering that changed my life. But now that I was special or something, she's back on my side, trying to win me over again. If this was the old, feisty me, I would've adored her presence. But now, I find nothing in those once pretty eyes.

Heathertail brushed her tail along my spine seductively. She was tired of eating mouse. But I wasn't. I continued to ravenously tear at it, I was out all day hiding from my clan mates. Their glares still penetrated me, but I was trying my hardest to ignore them. I had something else on my end, anyways.

Hollyleaf.

I really don't know what to say. I do not have any idea of what made accept her "meet me at moonhigh" invitation. I was growling at her, for Starclan's sake! But something had awoken inside of me. It took control of me, forcing my muzzle to brush against hers. Whatever it was, I didn't like it.

Despite me hating the fact of being in contact with Hollyleaf, I constantly glanced at the sky. The moon still hadn't rose to its peak, yet. Anticipation prickled throughout my pelt. I found myself pacing anxiously in the length of the camp, much to Heathertail's annoyance.

"Would you stop that!" She panted, after desperately following me around my progress. I ignored her, I had too much on my mind. Heathertail was immediately offended by my anger, and blocked my path.

"Look. You haven't been talking to me forever! Why can't we just have a conversation for once?"

"I'm not in the mood," I mumbled, finally coming to a stop. I dropped to my hindquarters and rested my tail across them. I surrender to this persistent she-cat. Maybe if I share tongues with her she'll leave me alone.

Heathertail crouched next to me and began to weave her tongue through my fur, feeling the places where the strands were tangled or tough. It was pleasant, the lapping feeling put me at ease. I was almost tempted to fall asleep when-

"Breezepelt! Come on."

I turned over on my back, my belly facing the world. Glaring at her, I muttered "what!"

"Why are you so distant?"

I snarled into my chest fur, trying to hide my face. Go away.

"Tell me!"

Leave me alone. Maybe in a couple of years I'll look for you again.

"Breezepelt!" she whined, pushing her face in front of mine. "Talk to me!" her paws pinned me to the ground by my shoulders.

"Get off! I growled, heaving her off of me. "Do you want to know why I'm not talking to you?! How would you feel f you found out your father's been getting it on with a Thunderclan medicine cat?! Shut up and leave me alone!"

With an offended look, she turned tail and stalked away from me. Thank Starclan. The ground suddenly became bathed with silvery light, my fur turning gray. I tilted my head upwards, it was time.

Three cheers for cliffies! Thank you so much readers. I cannot stress how happy I am to have people evening opening my story. If you review I love you (creepy, eh?)

Next story will be intense. Watch out for it! Don't you all love Heathertail (sarcasm)