Ohmigosh, it's amazing. This one is actually MORE than eight hundred words! *falls over* Anyway, please enjoy, as I force my brain to go on overdrive and make more chapters. Oh... I might be getting Sims 3 soon, so I *might* fall behind! Oh noes!

Well Enough Alone

A skinny, underfed, light brown tabby she-cat carefully stalked along the ground. She hated to be so close to this area, but she was starving and needed food quickly. As if in response to her thoughts, her stomach growled and she felt a small pain. When was the last time I ate? she thought grumpily. How long have I been alone?

The shrub in front of her wiggled, and a rabbit poked its small nose out into the open. She froze suddenly, knowing she had never hunted rabbit, but also not wanting her small chance of getting food to disappear. The rabbit gradually came out of the bush and hopped out to nibble on a blade of grass. Claws unsheathed, the tabby took her chance, and she dashed toward the rabbit.

At the same time she ran for it, another figure came out of another bush that was in front of the rabbit. It pounced upon the rabbit and ripped at its throat, quickly killing it before it even had time to squeal.

"Hey!" she complained, looking at the figure she could now recognize as a cat. "That was my rabbit!" The cat looked up in alarm, and their eyes met. An icy claw gripped her heart as she realized who he was. The tom opened his mouth to call to her, but she turned around and ran as fast as StarClan would allow her skinny body to go. She had to get away. Had to. She couldn't face him.

The she-cat finally came to a stop, breathing heavily, at a large badger set that went deep into the ground. After sniffing around for a moment, she confirmed that there were no badgers that lived there recently. She dove headfirst into the den and, once she got as deep as it would go, curled into a ball.

Had to get away... couldn't let him see her...

When morning sent the first rays of sun into her den, the light brown tabby rose to her paws. She straightened her spine and moved her sore muscles around. Snorting, the she-cat knew she would make sure to never sleep in a badger set again. Her paws stepped quietly on the ground as she made it up the tunnel. What she saw when she emerged into the sunlight terrified her.

The same tom that had stole her rabbit the night before was waiting for her. His blue eyes lit up when he saw her, while she dropped her own eyes to the ground and began to turn from him.

"Wait!" he called, darting in front of her before she could react. "L-Leafpool? I've been so worried about you!" The tom pressed his fur against hers.

A puzzled expression played across her face. "You missed me? I thought I meant nothing to you, Crowfeather," she mewed softly. "I thought you put me and the kits out of your mind?" Leafpool backed away from him and eyed him coldly.

Crowfeather's dark smoky grey fur bristled for a short heartbeat, but it soon flattened out. "Leafpool," he whispered, shaking his head. "You actually believed me? I could never forget about you. I mean, how was I supposed to react? I had three kits, four if you include Breezepelt, for four seasons, and our daughter announced it in front of everyone." He flicked her with his tail. "I'm sorry, Leafpool."

She still looked coldly at him, but she murmured, "How are Breezepelt and our kits? Have you heard anything about them?"

The tom nodded. "Oh, Breezepelt is being... Breezepelt. He and Heathertail had three kits; Cherrykit, Snakekit, and Thistlekit. I don't think Heathertail is very happy, though," he mewed thoughtfully. Noticing the passive look Leafpool had on her face, he quickly went on to their kits. "I heard that Lionblaze became deputy, because Brambleclaw was killed by snakebite. Jayfeather took on an apprentice, Bumblepaw. ThunderClan was a little shaken by Hollyleaf telling our secret, but they've pulled across.

"So they don't need me," Leafpool whispered to herself. Louder, to Crowfeather, she meowed, "Hollyleaf? You haven't said anything about her not dealing with the secret."

"Leafpool... she died in a tunnel collapse right after you left," he said sadly.

The light brown tabby looked down at her paws. "Did anyone discover who killed Ashfur?" she meowed suddenly.

Crowfeather seemed taken aback. "No, it's still a mystery," he exclaimed. Leafpool let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Well, it was good seeing you again, Crowfeather," she mewed coldly. She turned around and began padding away from WindClan territory.

"Wait!" Crowfeather cried. "I'll come with you! WindClan hates me now..."

Leafpool snarled at him and cut him off. "No, Crowfeather. I'm well enough alone."

Harsh, Leafpool, harsh! He apologizes, and you totally blow him off. NICE. Oh, wait, I wrote that. NICE, brackenfurlover, NICE! I HATE YOU, BRACKENFURLOVER!!! Ahem... now, please go do something nice while I argue with myself on the logic of hating myself for writing Leafpool hating Crowfeather. O.o