Hello people. I am just starting to write about Warriors. This will hopefully be a good story.

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I lay curled on my side with my head on my paws. I wondered what Crowfeather was doing right now. He certainly wasn't sulking in the corner of a dark den… I think. Soft paws walked up through my den to my little corner. I was too depressed to lift my eyes. Crowfeather had already chosen his mate in WindClan, I had every reason to be depressed.

A paw whacked me on the back of my head in full force. I was on my feet in an instant. "What in Star Clan was that for?" I demanded. Ashfur sat in front of me. He looked so annoyingly smug. I insanely wanted to hit him. If I didn't feel so bad about the SquirrelFlight and Brambleclaw thing I might have cuffed him. But being the sad helpless me, I did nothing. Instead, we just glared at eachother.

"That was for moping like a kit."

"Look who's talking." We glared in silence for a minute. "What do you want?"

"I came to check on you… after the Gathering news last night."

"Which one, the one where you overheard Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight choosing each other?"

"NO. When Crowfeather chose-"

"I'm fine." We watched each other in stony silence. "Did you need anything?" I realized how much he had awakened me from my dreariness.

"Mousefur's pads are aching again." The tense atmosphere relaxed a bit as I sorted through my supplies, searching for yarrow. Hmmm… I was down to my last few leaves.

"Could you help me gather some herbs later?" I asked him absent-mindedly.

"Sure." He turned and stalked out of the den. Carefully, I picked up my bundle and left to check on Mousefur. As I left the den, I was aware that each cat I passed watched me worriedly. I kept my head held high and ignored it. At all costs, I would not be weak. Especially not when I was walking through the hollow.
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Leafpool walked beside me calmly. How could she look so calm? I know I am still torn up over Squirrelflight. That bitch of a she-cat! Leafpool's familiar scent was calming, however. I found my pelt lightly brushing hers as we approached the elders. She was like a calming herb. Mousefur, however, was not half as calming. A hiss escaped the corner of my jaw as I passed Squirrelflight. I held nothing against Brambleclaw. It was, after all, all that unfaithful she-cat's fault. I longed for another cat to replace her as Crowfeather had replaced Leafpool. No, that is cruel to Leafpool. Crowfeather is as much of a bitch as Squirrelflight. I moved from Leafpool's side and waited at the camp entrance. I ignored the camp around me, focusing simply on the walls of the hollow. I traced the cracks with my eyes. The scents of many cats kept me alert. My mind drifted to revenge as I watched Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw share tongues.

Yes. Revenge is necessary.

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I peered out the Warrior's den cautiously, making sure my mate was no where in sight, then I made my escape. I padded swiftly through the camp. I was, now again, a normal cat in the Clan. None suspected where I truly headed. The guards, Owlwhisker and Whitetail, never even noticed me slip through the gorse bushes surrounding WindClan's home.

I raced through the moor-land. My fur felt cold and was a welcome change to the heat and whisperings in the Warrior's den. My tail twitched with anticipation. It took me mere minutes to reach the river where I had met with her not so long ago. I sat on the side and squinted across the border, hoping she was collecting herbs, but knowing she wasn't. I gazed into the dark water mere paw-steps from me. I wondered what StarClan was like. I wondered if I would be allowed to enter Starclan ever. I longed to end my life. I had lost the only two loves I had ever had. The worst part was that I knew one of them was just across the stream. Soft paw-steps approached me from the side. A soft scent greeted me. I should've known she'd find me. I pretended to inspect my claws. My tail twitched anxiously. "Why are you here again, Crowfeather?" She demanded.

I felt bad. I was using her. She had no idea. "I was hunting and stopped to take a rest." Her dissatisfaction rolled from her pelt in waves.

"Whitetail said she thought she had seen you sprinting from camp." Huh. So much for inconspicuous.

"Look, Nightcloud, I wasn't coming to meet her."

"I know that much. I know her scent is not here. Come back to the den." She turned and started to leave. I had no reason to be here. But neither did she. Her tail brushed my side. I stood to follow. But not before I saw the familiar pelt in the trees across the stream. I thought I heard a gasp. I turned my head over my shoulder to give the remaining cat I loved a mournful stare. She stared back. Another cat was with her. A slim grey tom. My eyes turned stony and I looked back to Nightcloud and hate Leafpool for being with him. I especially hated myself for not being him. My only solace was knowing she was unattainable. Some comfort that is.

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Yellowfang peered into the clear crystal waters. She watched the glittering cats from above. She saw his fur touch hers. She saw another him avoid another her, despite his claim to love her. She watched the way a leader's mate wished for her daughter to be herself again. She watched the original her's sister with her own mate. She longed to reach in and warn them of the coming tides. But that was illegal. Yellowfang was out-ruled. The conflicted she-cat first watched was on her own. Yellowfang longed to take her and shake her till her claws were loosened, but there was nothing she could do here.

But something new caught her watchful yellow eyes. Three sparks. Three illegal matches.

This was not the three the Tribe of Rushing Water's clan had predicted. This was a different three. A different three whom could bring about the end of the code. Yet she was out-ruled. But Yellowfang was Yellowfang, out-ruled or not.

Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this. It's going to be a pretty short story. Maybe like 10-12 chapters. I dunno.

Seriously though, please review. I get really lonely out here in the humidity. :(

I am sorry this chapter is so short. I will be writing longer ones in the future. Definitely. I just have writer's block and sunday morning syndrome. I think this chapter came out okay despite that though. You'll have to tell me.