Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors! Obviously, Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw would still be together if I did!
Chapter 2
Every hair on Brambleclaw's pelt stood on end. He rushed after Firestar into the sun-warmed clearing, trying to see around him. A bloody black heap of fur lay in the center of the clearing, her green eyes glazed. Another black figure stood over the warrior, a challenge gleaming in her amber eyes. Lionblaze let out a wail of grief. "Hollyleaf!" Leafpool screeched, running to her daughter's side and shoving her nose into her dark fur. The black she-cat above Hollyleaf crouched and prepared to spring.
Leafpool leapt backwards, snarling at the cat who killed her daughter. "Nightcloud!" she growled. "Leafpool. I already finished your daughter, now its your turn. After that, it will be those mistakes you call your sons." She hissed, her voice full of malice. "No! You have gone way too far this time! I don't know why you waste your time fighting for Crowfeather! He never loved you!" The former medicine cat exploded. "I know that! Did you know that he told me you still hold his heart?" Nightcloud retorted, seeming sad. "No, but I hope he knows that he still holds mine." Leafpool replied softly.
Nightcloud sprang. "Leave my mother alone!" Lionblaze screeched, throwing himself at his father's mate and ripping her off Leafpool. He quickly pinned her down and whispered in her ear "This is for Hollyleaf." Lionblaze sunk his teeth into her throat and she let out her last, bloodcurdling scream. Nightcloud went limp and her eyes stared at nothing. Leafpool stood up, shook herself, and dashed out of camp.
Leafpool raced through the forest, and discovered that her paws were taking her to the clearing where her and Crowfeather used to meet at night. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the familiar dark gray pelt of the tom that she still loved. He was pacing around the clearing, his blue eyes dark with worry. "I followed Nightcloud's scent and lost it here!" He fretted. The light brown she-cat padded up to him, running her white-tipped tail along his shoulder. "Do you still love me?" "Of course! I never stopped! I was just blinded by my loyalty to Windclan." He responded, his blue eyes burning into her amber ones. "What happened?" As Leafpool explained, Crowfeather was a wave of emotions. A wail of grief erupted from him when he heard about the death of his only daughter, while a growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat when he heard about Nightcloud's death. "Would I be accepted in your clan?" Crowfeather asked suddenly. "W-What about Breezepelt?" Leafpool stuttered. "He's a warrior now! He can take care of himself!" the tom sneered. "But he's your son!" she gasped. She had know that he wasn't very fond of his Windclan son, but she hadn't known that he despised Breezepelt so much.
"Maybe... But none of them would be very welcoming. Except me." Leafpool mewed. Crowfeather purred and twined her tail in his. "That's all that matters to me." They stood like that for a few heartbeats until Leafpool broke the silence. "I've missed you Crowfeather."
A/N: I know my writing is rushed but this is the first fanfic I ever wrote and I don't want to change it too much. Please Review!