Ohmigosh!! A long chapter!! Finally! OHH!! Before I go on, I'd like to congratulate TauMeow for getting all of the names correct! She/he (sorry) will be able to pick a one-shot for me to do! YAAY! Ok, just for anyone that wants to know:
In German:
Katze = Cat
Liebe = Love (yes it was ironic! I aimed for that! Muahahahaha!!)
Gabel = Fork
Loffel = Spoon

Broken Promises

"No, I... Gift, I cannot let them take you and the rest of your family!" cried Peacepaw, digging her sharp claws into the ground. The dark brown she-cat looked at Gift with distress flooding her striking blue eyes.

The tom looked at him. "Please, Peacepaw! I... I know... Mary is in trouble. You know she killed Eaglestrike, of course. It was not on purpose, but they will never listen! And she cannot die!" Gift cried. His strangely curly brown hair bristled in anger as he remembered the story.

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Peacepaw had been out exploring one day, when she had come across a tree. This tree had a small stream bubbling up from its roots, and Peacepaw was mesmerized by it. Not only was the tree so huge, she had spotted a very handsome tom drinking from the little stream. The tom looked up, water dribbling from his chin, and saw Peacepaw. He froze immediately.

"Oh, oh no," he had whispered, staring at Peacepaw. She began to feel insecure, and she looked down at her paws nervously. The tom suddenly walked to her, and she shrank back.

"Sorry, friend. I will not hurt you. I... I am Gift. Who are you?" he meowed, and Peacepaw found she felt he could be trusted.

"Peacepaw. I belong to a Clan called SnakeClan. Have you heard of them?" she responded, tilting her head.

"Yes, actually. I live around these... these Clans. My family and I always travel around here. Actually," he mewed, but he was cut of by the sounds of pawsteps. Peacepaw shrank to the ground in fear, but Gift looked on eagerly. Two cats -one, a dark brown tabby she-cat who was quite plump, and a black tomcat with white paws- appeared out of the bushes and looked frightfully at Peacepaw.

The dark brown tabby looked at Peacepaw, and then Gift. "Well, sons, the worst has come at last. And with this, the black tom kicked Peacepaw in the head, and she blacked out.

A couple hours later, Peacepaw woke in a strange environment. The trees were taller and wider than her forest's, and bright flowers poked up all around her. She could pick out a slight murmuring, and recognized cats talking.

"I realize that, Strength, but we can't just... I know, Soldier, it will be hard for her to understand... No, Gift, we cannot make her drink it! I know you think... Strength, please, I know you want to meet her, but she's probably..." Peacepaw heard their muttering and realized the cats were talking about her. She stood up suddenly, fur bristling, and looked at them in panic.

"Let me go home!" she cried, startling the other cats. There was another one with them now, a large black tom with gray areas. He looked at her with compassion in his eyes as Peacepaw howled, "Cat thieves! I am only a little apprentice! I didn't hurt you!"

The large black tom walked toward her. "Calm, little one. We mean you no harm, please understand. We need to tell you something."

Therefore, the story began. Strength, the large black tom, told Peacepaw about the stream. They had drunk from it three hundred and forty eight seasons ago, and they had not changed since then. Peacepaw watched in amazement as Strength, Gift, Soldier, and Mary told their story. Gift had fallen out of a tree. An adder bit Strength. Mary and Soldier ate poisonous mushrooms. None of them died.

They had realized they could not die.

At first, Peacepaw did not believe them. Cats that could not die? Impossible! The only thing that made her believe them was when Soldier solemnly took a sharp, pointed stick in the ground and jabbed it through his heart. Peacepaw cried out in terror, but Soldier did not fall to the ground or even flinch. It was true. They were immortal.

It was then Peacepaw and Gift began to fall in love. They romped through the meadows together, and they spent much time sharing stories. Peacepaw told Gift of living in SnakeClan, and he told her of the many seasons he had seen.

One night changed it all.

Two cats, one a dark gray tabby with black stripes, and the other an orange tom, were walking near them, trying to catch their scent.

"Eaglestrike," the orange tom meowed breathlessly, "when will we be there?"

The other tom looked at him coolly. "Soon, Openflame, soon. I'll go ahead so I can find them."

Eaglestrike left Openflame and headed toward the rogues' camp. He heard their laughing as they sat around a large rock, sharing tongues. Snickering, Eaglestrike walked out into the open.

"Oh, no," Gift breathed, stopping his tongue from flicking Peacepaw's pelt. He stood up and glared at Eaglestrike, who was looking icily at the group of cats.

"Greetings, cats. I have come to take little Peacepaw back to her home," he hissed, unsheathing a claw and pointing it at the brown she-cat. A snarl entered his voice as he mewed, "Give her to me. Now."

Gift stepped forward, looking dangerously at the tom. "You listen. Peacepaw isn't going anywhere unless she wants to leave."

Suddenly, Eaglestrike leaped forward. At the same time, Mary leapt from where she was standing. Her claws hit the tom full on, and they rolled around on the ground. Mary hissed and bit down, hard, on Eaglestrike's neck. The bite was just enough to kill him.

Openflame saw it all happen.

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Now Mary was being kept in the prison in SnakeClan camp. The leader, Foreststar, had sentenced her to death. However, Mary could not die. Their secret would be exposed to the Clan cats. Peacepaw would not let that happen.

She left Gift and snuck past the prison guards. Redclaw and Yellowsnarl, they were both asleep. Getting Mary out would be easier than she had thought. Peacepaw quickly got the she-cat out of camp and back to where Gift, Soldier, and Strength were waiting. They each came up to her and rubbed pelts, giving her thanks and all. Gift's goodbye was the most special to Peacepaw.

"Peacepaw..," he mewed, pressing closely into her pelt, "Drink from the stream. When you are... a warrior, drink from it and come looking for us. Promise me," She looked up at him with a stronger feeling than she had ever had before.

Then they left. Gift looked back and cried, "Peacepaw, I will love you until the day I die!"

"I promise."

Gift looked along at the forest. It was nearly the same as it had been all those seasons ago, when... no. He would not think of it. She was here. Waiting for him. He knew it.

The curly brown tom padded softly to SnakeClan's border. He saw a dark brown she-cat, all alone, and hope flared inside him. Gift dashed over to her, only to be disappointed and see a different cat.

She looked at him with a bewildered expression, and then crouched down. "Who are you?" she hissed, looking at him wildly.

"I am Gift," he mewed. "A rogue. Do not fear me. Who are you?"

At this question, the she-cat lifted her head. "I am Smallcove, a brave warrior of SnakeClan." She looked at him quizzically.

"Tell me, Smallcove," he ventured. "Do you know of a cat named Peacepaw? She is a brown she-cat, with a white toe."

Smallcove looked at him in confusion. "Peacepaw? Why, no, I- Wait!" she exclaimed, seeming to remember something. Gift's heartbeat quickened. "Peacepaw! Yes, but she is not known as Peacepaw among the Clan anymore. She was Peacestar, the great leader of SnakeClan."

"Was?" Gift choked.

"Well, yes. She became leader about... say... twelve seasons ago. I was made an apprentice by her on her dying day. Her last apprentice," she mewed. Smallcove looked at the sky for a moment, and then back at the tom. "During her final days, I remember my mother telling me that Peacestar was muttering something about a broken promise she had made many seasons ago. She said something about a gift from the stars that she had probably broken. It made no sense," she mewed, shrugging.

"Please, let me know," Gift muttered, close to crying out in anger. "Was she happy?"

Smallcove looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, she was. Peacestar, before she became deputy and leader, had mated with a tom named Bluefire. They had two kits; Brokenkit and Weaselkit. Of course, back then she had been Peacecall, not Peacestar. Her two kits grew up to be Brokenpromise and Weaselfur. Every cat said that Brokenpromise had been named with some special intention. I do not care. He is my mate now. I will have his kits," she purred. Then she looked at him. "Why do you need to know?"

"Oh," Gift choked, "Just because of a broken promise made to me." He walked away, dejected, with Smallcove staring after him.

Kinda funny, actually, cuz right before I wrote this, I got a review saying no more tragedies! It seems that my best work comes from tragedies, however, so if you want a nice, warm, fuzzy, happy story, go somewhere else! :) Oh, yes, this is based on Tuck Everlasting, for anyone that read it. Gift is Jesse, Miles is Soldier, Angus is Strength, Mary is Mae, and Peacepaw is Winnie. :) :) :) :) YAY! ---brackenfurlover

Oh, I know these usually come at beginnings, but I figured it would have ruined the story. Disclaimer: I do not own warriors or Tuck Everlasting. However, it was MY idea to turn the Tuck characters into cats, muahahaha, and I made the characters up. Tada!