YAY! Finally another chapter! This one might be super long or super short depending on what I feel it needs to be. Okay that's all. STORY starts NOW!

Will it work?

Lionblaze caught Heathertail's brown pelt slowly retreating back into her own territory. He had to get to her before it was too late. He called out her name hoping she would hear him and turn around. He ran onto her territory and called again.

Finally she answered.

"Lionblaze! It's you!"

Heathertail stood where she was for a minute and so did Lionblaze. She her mouth opened and she let out a snarl. Instead of running happily towards him she charged him, and Lionblaze stood where he was in shock. Heathertail knocked into him sending him flying off his feet. Yes, he would win every fight he was in, but not if he wasn't fighting. And he couldn't fight Heathertail could he?

No, he had come here to get away from death. That was why he sat out in the open. Lionblaze had hoped the never ending breeze WindClan had ruffling through their pelts would blow away all the grief throughout his Clan. Now though, he was being attacked by the one he wanted most to see.

His old love, Heathertail.

(New POV, Heathertail)

She charged at him, not caring he was Lionblaze. She knocked him off his feet and pinned him down, a snarl ripping from her throat. Lionblaze was an enemy on her land, a sworn enemy. In that battle… They had become enemies, no longer Heatherstar and Lionclaw of DarkClan, but Heathertail and Lionblaze of WindClan and ThunderClan.

Heathertail saw Lionblaze look up at her in shock, hurt, then savageness. He growled at her and pushed her off of him. She made no move to attack after that, just sat panting.

"What," He asked her, "was that about?"

"You." Heathertail answered, "You think you can just… Just come back here and be forgiven after all the sadness you've caused me in the past? After all the anger? Well I'm sorry but you can't."

"But I love y-"

"No." Heathertail interrupted him, "You don't love me. Don't try and tell me you love me when you abandoned me when I needed you most. And anyways, I have a mate now. Breezepelt."

"Breezepelt? Really, that's the best you could do? An angry tom who doesn't know how to love?"

"That," She said, "is just because of Crowfeather."

Lionblaze shook his head sadly. Heathertail felt her anger start to boil again and took a step forward, a growl starting to form in her throat.

"At least Breezepelt doesn't desert me when I think everything's going fine. Nope, he actually stays with me. The best part, he doesn't have any siblings that could constantly tell him to stop seeing me. I'm happy with him, you're happy with whoever caused you to stop seeing me. Got it?" Heathertail took another step forward, "Good."

(New POV, Lionblaze)

Lionblaze thought about Hollyleaf, his sister. It wasn't another she-cat he liked that caused him to stop playing with Heathertail, it was his dead sister.

"She's dead." He said in a barely audible voice.

"What was that?" Heathertail asked, thinking it was an insult whispered under him breath.

"I said she's dead!" He yelled at her, "Dead, my sister is dead!"

Heathertail looked at him now with a sad look on her face. She started to open her mouth to speak but Lionblaze spoke first.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"No," Heathertail shook her head, "it's fine, I'm sorry."

They both sat in silence for awhile before Heathertail spoke.

"I should be getting back now, it's almost moonhigh." Heathertail started to smile and rubbed her head against Lionblaze's, "Meet me here tomorrow after sunset."

Lionblaze, done with anger and sadness now filled up with love. He rubbed against her as well and nodded. She purred and then started to pad back into the bare darkness of WindClan territory.

"Sure…" He sighed, "Tomorrow."

Then he too walked away into the shadows of trees, going back to his camp, where a burial would take place.

WHO DIED? If you can tell me… You'll get something! I don't know what yet, but something good! Again please review!