Hello peoples! I've decided to update early yet again, I aim on finishing this soon. Anyway, thanks to all the reviewers! YOU GUYS ARE DA BOMB DIGGITY! Seriously, you are . . .

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This time there were no dreams. None.

When Stormsky gathered the strength to open his eyes, the scents of herbs told him he was in the RiverClan medicine cat den. For a moment the young warrior panicked- was he blind? But to his great relief, he could see.

Nightpath lay in the nest next to him, his leg twitching slightly and his chest rising and falling evenly. Stormsky hoped the RiverClan tom would recover- the attack from the badger rushed back to him.

He remembered Mudpaw fighting like TigerClan when she saw her mentor was unconscious.

He remembered Mossfur running for help.

He remembered fighting the badger with all his strength. But he'd been hit in the head.

And that led Stormsky to the last thing he remembered. He remembered Yellowclaw's voice: "I love you!"

The dark gray tom sat up straight, his head throbbing at the sudden movement. "Yellowclaw?" he croaked.

His brain was on overdrive. The golden she-cat was pretty, he guessed, and she'd been a great friend throughout the epidemic. I could love her, he thought. Do I?

Songlight wearily entered the den. "Songlight!" Stormsky mewed.

The medicine cat jolted. "Stormsky! How are you? You're awake! Does your head hurt? How about your stomach?"

"I'm fine," Stormsky stuttered. "How's um, Nightpath?"

The jittery tabby leaned in by Stormsky's ear. "Not good. I'm not sure if he can ever run again . . . if he's lucky, he can walk."

Sorrow pierced Stormsky's heart like a claw. "Mouse dung," he murmured sadly. He stared over at the black warrior. He stared at the tom's injured leg. It had stopped twitching, but it was bent the wrong way. Stormsky shuddered.

"It's not infected, but it's broken pretty badly," Songlight explained. "He might have to join the elders' den early."

Stormsky sighed. First Yellowkit, and now a perfectly good warrior had to be retired too soon. Why is it sunny outside? he asked StarClan. It should be raining, pouring actually.

"Songlight!"

A familiar voice came from outside. Stormsky pricked his ears and stood shakily. "Yellowclaw!" he called.

The golden she-cat bolted into the room, her green eyes wide. "Stormsky! I thought you were going to die! I think you even stopped breathing for a little while . . ."

No dreams, the tom recalled. That's why.

He nudged the WindClan cat in her shoulder. "I'm fine now, mouse-brain."

Then they locked eyes. "Can I talk to you, alone?" Stormsky asked.

"Sure," Yellowclaw mewed, her eyes nervous.

The cats left the medicine den with Songlight's permission and headed out of RiverClan camp.

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The river bubbled calmly. Stormsky and Yellowclaw watched it for a while before Stormsky meowed, "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Yellowclaw answered a little too quickly. Stormsky sensed her uneasiness.

"I remember," he shot back, now looking her in the eyes. "You said you loved me."

Yellowclaw shuffled her paws. "Did I?"

"Yes!" Stormsky widened his eyes at her.

"And?" Yellowclaw mewed.

Stormsky sighed. He turned away from her.

"It's okay," Yellowclaw sounded weary. Stormsky whirled towards her. Her green eyes were dull and she tore up the grass with her unsheathed claws. "You don't love me."

Stormsky's eyes widened. "How could you say that?" he mewed in awe.

Yellowclaw looked up at him with green eyes as wide as they could go. "You mean you love me?" she whispered.

"Yes," Stormsky closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them to see a shocked Yellowclaw in front of him. "I do."

All right, kudos to anyone who guessed that pairing. Next chapter, read on!