Mosspath: Soz for the long update, and not particularly long chapter. Been a bit busy, and I had to change things slightly after a particular request from Someone?? Thanks guys for all the reviews, virtual plushies to everyone that logged in, next time I'll give everyone one, but I'm kinda running low on invisible plushies.

Disclaimer: I don't own warriors. I don't own it's characters, and I am not Erin Hunter! (which is possibly why my chapters are kinda short...)

Chapter 3

Jayfeather parted his jaws to smell who the cat was. He should have been able to smell them anyway, but the odd smell of monster was confusing the tom greatly. The scent shocked him, he was confused and annoyed. Cinderheart had been spying on him. "Ar-" Cinderheart was abruptly cut short.

"What were you doing, spying on me like that?!" Rage filled the medicine cats voice, and he was glad when he felt Cinderheart shrinking back in almost fear.

"Saving your ungrateful backside!" Cinderheart was annoyed too, and after gathering herself again, she had no problems returning the aggression. But she was hurt.

"What do you mean?!" Jayfeather was honestly confused. What did she mean?!

"I- I know your blind, b-but you were nearly squished by a monster for StarClan's sake! You crossed over, and suddenly just stood there. Come on, you knew it was there, I saw you staring at it, I mean, you were looking straight at it, surely you heard and it and smelt that vile thing!" Cinderheart yowled. She was nearly hissing, and Jayfeather realized that he was actually kind of scared of the enraged cat, but he could tell that she really didn't want to mention his disability. But there was something else to, uncertainty.

Jayfeather ignored the she-cat, turned heal and headed back towards the camp, following his new scent trail. He was confused about what the she-cat had said. So, there was a monster? But why did she follow me? did she think me too weak to go on my own! The sound of hurried paw steps told him that she was following, and he was glad. It meant that she didn't want to be left there on her own, and that she hadn't finished what she was saying. Her rushed jumbled up emotions satisfied him. "What do you want now?!"

"An apology, maybe a thanks!" Both cats had calmed down now, but there was still some hostility in there voices, each blaming each other for their mood.

"What?! After all you said to me!" Jayfeather declared, and with that he stormed of, stumbling on the roots and brambles. He could just imagine the smug look on Cinderheart's face, and wanted to claw it off.

In fact, she was actually worried about him, and had remembered that he hadn't picked up his catmint. Although she was angry, she had seen Sandstorm coughing the previous night, and it didn't take a medicine cat to work out what the stuff was for. Or did it? Storming through the undergrowth, she reassured herself that the moody medicine cat would be fine. Well, he got here all right on his own, so he should be fine! The undergrowth thinned out, and Cinderheart looked up at the rough cold path that lay in front of her. The scent of monster was still strong in the air, but she was glad she didn't have to cross, as the very thought of getting close to it seemed to chill her to the bone. And she knew it wasn't just fear that stimulated the hating for the thunderpath, there was something else...

Meanwhile, Jayfeather had noticed that Cinderheart had 'disappeared' and was glad that she had left him alone. Now he could walk normally and not become mortified by his constant tripping. The scent of mouse suddenly wafted over him, and he realized that he hadn't eaten in ages. Jayfeather knew he didn't have much chance catching the plump little mouse, but he could try. Opening his jaws, and flicking his ears, the medicine cat worked out where the creature was. He, as silently as possible, crouched down and turned to face the same direction as his prey. He was glad that he was in a small clearing, and there wasn't too much undergrowth nearby, if there was, he knew he should just give up straight away. The mouse rustled through the bracken, its back to the cat, oblivious of what was happening behind it. Mind set and concentrating hard, Jayfeather imagined where he could put his feet, and did so, until, he pounced...

There was a shrill yowl of pain, definitely not from the mouse. He had grabbed it under his paws and had quickly silenced it with a swift blow. Only a small cry of protest had come out. But this, it had come from a cat, Jayfeather knew that much.

Picking up his proud catch, he raced of in the direction of the yowl. To his fear, he realized it had come from the thunderpath. Why are there suddenly monsters on the thunderpath?! Nothings been on it since we came here, ans the scent was always stale! Not caring about the brambles that yanked at his pelt, Jayfeather sped on, wandering about the days events; him in the road, the monsters, the argument with Cinderheart. His annoyance with Leafpool had been completely pushed to the back of his mind. Jayfeather felt the grass and undergrowth thin, so opened his jaws, trying to detect which cat had made the ear piercing yowl. To his horror, he noticed that the scent of cat was even more covered up than it had been earlier, and the scent of monster was unbearable. More unbearable than it had been earlier, more so than when he was apparently almost squished.

Finally, some cat scent wafted into Jayfeather's mouth, but it wasn't what he had hoped, but it was what he had expected. The cat quivering in the middle of the thunderpath, smothered in the scent of monster, was Cinderheart. Pricking his ears, he made sure that no more monsters were coming. He dashed over to the injured she-cats sided, and pressed his cheek to her side. She was still warm, and her heart still beating, just. Her breathing was unsteady and rough, and her heartbeat rapid and not stable. Fear coursed through the tom, and pain seared his heart. He felt the pain radiating from Cinderheart, and felt the tiredness and pain sear through her. She was hovering on the verge of unconsciousness, and maybe even something worse.

He pressed his side to hers, to try to reassure her that she would be ok, but nothing more than that. It may have been deceiving her, but Jayfeather's thoughts about what was going to happen was grim. In the she-cats jaws, Jayfeather could scent catmint, and he realized that this was all his fault. He had left the catmint in his annoyance, and Cinderheart had gone back to get it. It must have been blown by a breeze or something onto the thunderpath. She went to grab it, but just as she did... he didn't dare think of what had happened. Instead, he tried the impossible. The thunderpath was hard and cold, it wouldn't be helping Cinderheart's frail health. Finding the she-cat scruff, Jayfeather heaved the dead weight up, and tried, and didn't succeed, not to drag the injured cat to the grassy side.

The medicine cat may have been arguing with the warrior a few moments ago, but now, all he could think of was if she would be ok. He had no supplies on him, it take him quite a while to get back to camp, and who knew when or if the dawn patrol or any patrol found them. He had to try. Jayfeather had laid Cinderheart on the closet patch of soft grass he could find that was several tail lengths away from the thunderpath, and was now deciding on what to do. He was worried sick about what would happen if he left her there. Would she pass out, or even on, would she be ok? Stop dawdling and just go! Part of him screamed, but another part was saying something different. Maybe, just maybe, he could play a few mind games, or maybe try and bring her back to her senses.

Laying down on the ground next to Cinderheart, Jayfeather tried to match the she-cats rapid breathing. He closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate, but nothing happened, the she-cats breathing was too fast. He knew it was useless, he knew nothing would happen no matter how hard he tried to match Cinderheart's breath. OK! How did I do this last time? The tom thought, racking his brain, trying to think of how it had happened before. What did I do,what did I have to do to get into Sandstorm's and Leafpool's minds? He was almost yowling in annoyance as he couldn't think what it could be.

Jayfeather got back up, and removed the catmint from the grey cats mouth. Herbs! The last two times I was in the medicine cat den, so...? He dropped most of the catmint, but kept a small amount in his mouth and chewed. The sweet taste flooded his mouth, and the tom almost forget his worries as the flavour made him feel happy. Lying back down, Jayfeather opened his mind to Cinderheart. Something seemed to wash over him. Emotion. He felt pain and sadness, and something else along with so much more. It must be working, her emotions are strengthening! Relief flooded over him as the emotions smothered him, and although the pain increased, he knew he had to endure it.

Memories flooded around him, ceremonies, gatherings, friendships and so much more. And as he expected, some memories from long ago, memories from Cinderpelt, although Cinderheart didn't notice. He didn't need to look far to find guilt in the she-cats mind. It seemed to be lingering in almost all her memories. Jayfeather wandered what to concentrate on, his task with the traitor, or Cinderheart and he current state. He didn't need to think long, the pain they were sharing was over baring. He ached all over, especially his leg which Cinderheart had broken, twice. He guessed that she had damaged that again, but he could sense conciousness, he sensed only physical damage. Just broken bones. This took some burden of off him, but there was still the matter of earlier, with the monster that had nearly squished him, and the one that had injured Cinderheart. Why were they suddenly on the abandoned thunderpath?

He thought of concentrating on the cats current thoughts. Her eyes were closed, and Jayfeather wandered what she was thinking. Hovering his mind over that thought, he delved into what looked like a dream. The emotions and memories seemed to fade until he was standing in a lush forest, not unlike the one in ThunderClan territory, but was thankfully not the StarClan's hunting grounds. Cinderheart was imagining herself padding through the forest, her jaws slightly parted, and Jayfeather guessed, looking for prey. He, in her dream, was sitting on his haunches behind the she-cat, with sight. Cinderheart was oblivious of his presence until she padded into a thickly covered bit of wood, and the tom stood up to follow.

His feet had only made a slight rustle in the grass, but it was enough for Cinderheart to hear. She turned around, annoyed at losing her imaginary prey, and yet her face seemed to light up as she recognized Jayfeather. "What are you doing here? This is my dream!" the warrior exclaimed, bounding over. Jayfeather decided to play along. Like she had said, this was just a dream.

"Well, like you said; this is your dream." Jayfeather did well to hide his curiosity in his voice, and make the comment sound matter-of-factly.

"Well, yeah, I guess your right. But, what happened. Well, I guess if you are part of my dream, you wouldn't know, but... er, what happened out there. I was chasing some catmint, and suddenly my senses went numb, my ears were filled with a ringing, and my nose clogged with a foul scent." Jayfeather sympathised for Cinderheart. Her voice was quavering, and he didn't need his powers to tell him that she was confused. And she wasn't the only one. But, he decided to tell her as he knew it.

"I'm not sure. We had an argument and you disappeared. I wasn't sure where you had gone until I heard you yowl. I ran back, and found you on the thunderpath, your body limp and limp and awkward." he looked at her, and saw the worry grow in her eyes. He 'heard' the thoughts in her tired head. 'What's happened? What's going to happen? What have I done...?' Suddenly, her blue eyes seemed to glow in shock and surprise.

"You can see!" she declared. Jayfeather felt the surprise in her, but also the relief. He was about to reply when she began again. "Well, I guess this is my dream, and well..." Cinderheart looked down at her feet, and with a sickening feeling he realized she was doing what Hollyleaf did. He tried to keep his face blank as her voice trailed off, and she found it hard to find the right words to say. She looked up again and looked into his eyes and guilt passed through the stare, until Jayfeather felt as if he would be sick if he looked any more. He was unsure of the feeling, unsure of what was happening, though he knew exactly why and how.

"What is it Cinderheart?" his voice couldn't hide his emotions any more, and the grey cat looked away, hurt. "I'm sorry, but what is it?" he knew all to well what it was, but he just wanted to hear it and be sure.

"No, it's nothing. I shouldn't have got my hopes up, although this is my dream,-"she looked up at Jayfeather, and saw only curiosity in his eyes"-I-I, Jayfeather I know this isn't meant to be, but-er, do you think I'll be ok. It's just that I've been having this strange dreams, as if, if I used to be someone different or something, like I've got the memories of a cat that lived before. No, don't bother, I'm probably just imagining it."Cinderheart looked up at Jayfeather again, giving him all the grief she was feeling.

"No, it is important, please tell me..." this wasn't what he was expecting to hear, and he felt like clawing at something in annoyance. He knew she had deliberately changed the subject. But he let it go.

"It's just that when, when I got knocked over by the monster, I had this flashback, well, I think that's what it was anyway. I was on a thunderpath, looking for something, and then, then a monster suddenly came so close and it-it...well, I had it again today, earlier. When I saw you crossing the thunderpath, there wasn't actually a monster, I just had the flashback, and it seemed so real I thought it was going to get you...and, Jayfeather, I love you. Am I the reincarnation of Cinderpelt?"

"What?" yet, deep down, he felt it too...

A/n, Aaahhh

I know it's kinda, well very short, but I thought that was a nice ending. Ok, Jayfeather didn't find out much traitor wise, but I could be something to do with her guilt. Could be, you ask; yeah, I'm not too sure yet, just making it up as I go along. So, I hope you liked. Same applies, 5 reviews before update!

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