Mosspath: Thanks to everyone for reviewing, I really wasn't expecting 5 in 1 day. So thank you Featheredwing, Stealthclaw, Lightning of the west, Mysticsoul11 and xxTC. Obssessedxx for all the nice reviews.

Featheredwing, hmm, who knows what will happen. And

Stealthclaw, pairings, well, you'll have to find out. Here's at least one in this chapter.

So, hears the chapter!

Chapter 1

Jayfeather blinked his sleepy eyes open, sighed at the usual darkness and welcomed the familiar scent of the ThunderClan medicine cat den. He was lying in his usual moss bed in the back of the medicine cat den, and he smelt Leafpool was busy sorting some herbs into the small crack in the wall of the cave. He shuffled, at the weight of his body pressed down hard against his back foot. Leafpool shuffled out at the sound.

"So, your awake? Are you ok?" and her head popped back into the cave, before reappearing with the scent of marigold, golden rod and comfrey in her jaws. She dropped them into beside the tom, and began to chew the marigold. "here, hold till and I'll put this on your paw."

"I can do it myself!" Jayfeather snapped at her mentor and began to chew the golden rod.

Annoyed, Leafpool spat out the poultice of marigold beside the tom and left to sort his herbs. He scooped the sticky poultice and placed it onto his back paw, and then spat out the marigold on the same place. He began to massage it around his joint. Jayfeather soon wished he hadn't asked for Leafpool to leave him, as he smeared the fragrant mixture all over. His fur began to stick up all over causing him his even more.

Leafpool poked her head around out of the crevice, sensing her apprentices discomfort.

"Here, let me help." and with that she began to lick off the foul tasting sludge off of Jayfeather's leg.

"Thanks" the tom mumbled appreciatively to begin with, but he knew how horrible the mixture tasted together, so got back to sorting out the comfrey.

"Er, sorry."

Leafpool nodded in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, winced in pain. Waves and torrents of emotion swept over him, making him grimace. Sadness, pain, hunger, sleepiness, and to his shock, hard anger, and plotting revenge. Suddenly worry joined the huge swarm of feelings, and guessed it was from Leafpool, staring in horror at the pain in his face.

"Are you ok, what's wrong!? Did you swallow some of the marigold, or something?" Leafpool couldn't hold back her thoughts, and Jayfeather's aching head span, as he read her thoughts, without even trying...

The darkness that was Jayfeather's usual view, began to close in, and somehow seemed to thicken and darken. Then, to his relief, it began to fade, light flooded over him again, and his view cleared. Shock raced over him as he realized he must be dreaming. But it didn't seem like a dream, he felt as though he was actually still awake, and in control. But, his view didn't seem his own. The terrible sort of migraine had gone, but the feelings that came from his mentor had strengthened, until he felt as though they were his own.

Suddenly, it dawned on him, as he saw his pale feet, and the and tabby tail floating at his side. He was in Leafpool's mind. Well, something like that, he was Leafpool. The feeling of worry seemed to dominate the the whirlpool of thoughts and memories. He closed his eyes, and delved into Leafpools mind. There was something else in the tabby she-cats memory, that seemed locked away, and well kept a secret, and it seemed to link to the worry. He tried to reach it, but found that his headache began to come back to him. Jayfeather tore away from that thought, and tried to focus. He had never done this before, he had never actually seemed to become someone. Maybe, this was what Yellowfang was talking about, my powers enhancing!

He looked around, in the real world, not his mentor's mind, at his stiff leg. It was still, and seemed to be wincing slightly. His breathing was steady, but his face was calmer. We listened, the normal world seemed to be going on as he heard the apprentices chatting, and Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw sharing tongues below half rock, and the elders dozing in the late leaf-fall sun. What time was it?

Jayfeather decided to ignore that, and turned back to his mentors mind, and that wall of brambles that seemed to block Leafpool's best kept secrets. The pain started again, but the tom was determined, and imagined him self weaving through the imaginary brambles that blocked his path. The he began to see it.

The whole thing unravelled like a film. (yeah yeah, I know they don't have films, stupid simile #1.)Leafpool standing on the edge of the river that marked the edge of ThunderClan WindClan territory, and there was another cat, on the other side. A smoky tom stood on the other side. Who was this?

He crept further forward, dodging and swerving the sharp brambles. Then he recognized the scent. Crowfeather! Jayfeather tilted his ears forward, and listened intently to what they were saying.

"...Crowfeather, I really need to talk you. I'm so sorry about everything, but I really need to talk to you!" He heard Leafpool's worried voice, full of sorrow and concern. And there was that odd feeling that Jayfeather had once felt before. Love. When he had be Jay's Wing, he learnt what that yearning for another cat was, and he felt it now, between both the cats in front of him, by the was shocked when Crowfeather replied.

"No, last time, we got in so much trouble, and, and cinder-" Jayfeather felt the pain in the smoky tom, and realized he was talking about Cinderpelt; Cinderheart was her reincarnation. And this must be a moon or so about the badger attack to. Jayfeather's mind was a whirl, full of everything he'd taken in, not just now in Leafpool's mind, but the last few days or so.

"Go back to ThunderClan, where you belong. You're a medicine cat, for starclan's sake, and my clan is only just beginning to trust me again, and, and anyway-" he was cut of by the look of despair in his lovers eyes.

"But you don't understand, this is important. ThunderClan is only just excepting and trusting me too, I just need to talk to you. I'm-" her last words were faint, and Jayfeather cursed when he couldn't make out the words.

Crowfeather seemed agitated, and his eyes widened in shock as he made out the words. His mood completely changed, and Jayfeather felt a different bond between the cats, something he had never felt, something that drew the cats together, and then tore their hearts apart. The smoky tom touched noses with Leafpool affectionately, and licked her ear kindly.

"There's a WindClan patrol coming, you'd better go, take care. I'll you at the gathering..."

the memory faded, and he watched the last pictures of Crowfeather bounding over to greet the patrol, and Leafpool dashing deep into ThunderClan territory.

Jayfeather blinked his eyes open, expecting to be able to see, and still be in his mentors. Instead, he was back into his world of darkness.

"Are you?!" there was worry and concern in Leafpool's voice, and Jayfeather shook his head clear, shocked and amazed at what had just happened, though really quite glad it was over.

"Err, yeah, course I am. Are you done with the poultice? I should get some more catmint, with the up coming leafbare, err, we'd better make sure we have enough," the tom's mind was still spinning, as as well as getting the catmint, he could really use some fresh air and think about what he had just seen. His mood wasn't much better either.

"O no you don't, the leg is still swollen, although its probably not broken! I'll go out myself, or ask Brightheart to help get some."

Jayfeather couldn't but help shiver slightly at the almost motherly tone in her voice, but shook it off, she was like that with most of the younger cats anyway, he thought.

Jayfeather sighed, and knew that their was no point in trying to persuade Leafpool when her mind was set, he knew he would probably not be able to leave the medicine cat, let alone the camp.

"But what should I do? the stocks are running low, I cant just do nothing!" but his mind was set to about getting outside and clearing his head!

"you can rest, you really look bad, you may have slept until sunhigh, but you need to get some rest still." and with that she left the den, and the tom guessed she was going to get Brightheart to collect some catmint.

Well, at least I know what day it is. Ears pricked, and senses in full alert, Jayfeather carefully lifted himself onto all fours. To begin with, he was fine, but the strain was to much on the swollen paw, and on the brink of collapsing, he some how did an odd low leap onto his stale moss bed, and managed to not cause any more damage to himself. Full of annoyance, he scowled at the weakness of his paw. So, this is what Cinderheart felt like, being trapped in the medicine cat! But the grey tom was in no mood for jokes, not even ones he made himself.

Curling up into rigid ball, Jayfeather tried to sleep and attempted to follow his mentors orders, as what she had said was no-way just advice. But his mind was buzzing, and everything seemed to be louder outside than usual. The purr of voices, licks against messy fur, the snoring of the elders in the sun. and then there was the dreams from Yellowfang and Leafpool's memory. What had she said to Crowfeather, was that why she was so close to him, and whenever he was near, she would go all embarrassed and stare at her paws? He had seen Hollyleaf do that with Mousewhisker, but this was something different. Did this have anything to do with the prophecy? Was this odd vision connected to the dreams he'd had last night and other previous dreams?

In a whirl of thoughts, Jayfeather's mind drifted from though to thought, until he felt he was getting a headache again. Then another thought struck him. Had Leafpool known that he had been in her mind. Probably not. She hadn't reacted as if she'd known. This reassured him, but Spottedleaf had said not to interfere. He began to get annoyed at himself again, he was beginning to become like jis sister, fretting over the warrior code, only his worries were even more drastic, he could save the warrior code if did whatever it was he had to do right, and he knew it all to well.

In his whirlpool of thoughts, he finally managed to push them to one side, and he realized how tired he was, and sleep soon came. But, he knew his worries certainly weren't finished with him...

A/N please read and review.

Mosspath: I've just had an awful thought. Kits and apprentices, how old are they, and when to they need their ceremonies. The thing is, I haven't read the books in ages, and seeing that it's rainstorm who has the most reliable source of warrior books I know, and that schools broken up, I can't check. I know this is sort of black mail, but I cant really continue if I don't know, so please when you review, tell me and remind me of any cats that need their ceremonies soon, whatever the clan. Thanks so much.

Also, please do not comment on my stupid simile further up about films. Next chapter coming as soon as possible! (so, if your lucky, before the end of the Easter hols, might be sooner if I get plenty of reviews though) O, and go me, my longest chapter yet. Not necessarily a long one, but the longest your gonna get from me!