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"Featherpaw, you know we're not supposed to meet." Bramblepaw whispered into the dark. The brambles of the blackberry bush crunched, and a pale grey cat stepped out into the dappled moonlight. His soft amber eyes gazed warmly into Bramblepaw's. He grinned softly. Bramblepaw's words caught in her throat. She remembered the night they first met, at the gathering. Featherpaw was really nervous, and Bramblepaw comforted him with soothing words. And she knew, right there, as her heart seemed to flutter all the way to the moon and back, that she was in love. But, not only was Bramblepaw in RiverClan, and Featherpaw in ThunderClan, they were both medicine cats. And the recent battle over sunning rocks made RiverClan even more angry at ThunderClan. Bramblepaw sighed. She was almost a full medicine cat. What would Milkfur say if she found out? Would StarClan even allow her to become a medicine cat, when she shattered the sacred Warrior code in such a forbidden way? Featherpaw stepped closer, and nuzzled Bramblepaw, purring. His fur was so thick, and smooth, and pale silver like the thin moon overhead. Bramblepaw was filled with warmth from paws to ear tip. She felt as relaxed and content as if she had just devoured their whole stock of poppy seeds. Then she broke away from Featherpaw, purring. Featherpaw smiled, then looked away quickly. They watched the river flow quietly, and the crickets chip their good cheer to the night sky, speckled with silver sprays of stars.

"How's training going with Goosefeather?" Bramblepaw asked at last.

"It's going really well. Though I wish the other cats wouldn't treat him with such disrespect," his face twisted in anger. Bramblepaw understood. She felt undying loyalty to her mentor, Milkfur.

"Sure, he is a bit odd sometimes, but he teaches me lots of things, and he knows all the herbs in the forest! He's brilliant." Featherpaw added loyally. "How about you, Bramblepaw? How's training going with Milkfur?"

"It's going well. Just yesterday, I helped her deliver a new litter of kits."

They smiled at each other again. A frog croaked. The reeds swished in the night breeze, though it was very warm, and Bramblepaw, just like all RiverClan cats, had a thick, heavy pelt that warmed her even more. "What would you like your medicine cat name to be?"

Featherpaw asked.

"I...I'd like it to be Bramblefeather. After you. But you know we can't chose."

"I know, I know." Featherpaw looked deeply honored.

He purred again, and Bramblepaw nuzzled him.

"Oh, great StarClan! It's twilight!" The pale light of the rising sun started to color the sky dark purple. 'We'd better go before the warriors wake up! Be careful over the stepping stones, Featherpaw!" Bramblepaw said.

Featherpaw nodded, and dashed off, back into the brambles of the blackberry bush. Bramblepaw quickly started to groom her pelt, washing the scent of ThunderClan off her white and black fur. She spat out a burr, ripped off a few pieces of borage leaves from the nearby plant, and dashed off into the reeds, back to the RiverClan camp.

Above, in the stars, two spirits of lost cats were talking.

"Well? Volestar?"

Volestar sighed. "Echosnout, it's a very forbidden relationship, I know, but you can't control love. Let them be, and maybe they will come to their senses,"

"Fine!" Echosnout spat, the stars in her pelt pulsing with anger. "We will let them be. But they must know, breaking the warrior code is wrong. Bramblepaw has to be loyal to her Clan only. They are her kin, not some ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice." She walked away, sprinting across the sky. Volestar sighed. If only Echosnout knew...

Brambleberry watched Crookedkit try to eat a fish, sorrow in her eyes. She loved the little kit so much...his eyes looked just like Featherpaw's. She had done all in her power to heal him, and true, he survived, but she could not fix his crooked jaw. And how long would he stay alive, eating like that, with only a fourth of the fish in his belly? Brambleberry shook her head. She would help him all she could. She would give him all the love Rainflower would no longer do. <em>Rainflower</em>. The name was now bitter in Brambleberry's mind. How cruel it was to leave a kit in need sad, and helpless? Brambleberry gathered her herbs and arranged them inside her den, Featherwhisker on her mind. She had not met him for ages...she was too busy healing Crookedkit. She felt another twist of anger. Crookedkit! How cruel could Rainflower get?

Brambleberry waited. At last, she picked up the scent of ThunderClan. Yes! Featherpaw appeared from the bramble bush.

"Featherpaw!" Brambleberry cried.

"Bramblepaw!" Featherpaw purred with delight.

They nuzzled each other, twinning their tails together, purring so loud Brambleberry was sure cats on the moon could hear them.

"You haven't come in ages!" Featherpaw purred. "I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too. But Crookedkit-"

"Crookedkit?" Featherpaw gasped.

"His name was Stormkit, but he had an accident. His jaw broke, and his fox of a mother renamed him Crookedkit. I almost renamed myself "Swallowherb", the poor kit was so sad."

"Aww, I'm sorry." Featherpaw mewed sympathetically. "I'm sure you did your best,"

"Thanks. Also, I'm Brambleberry now,"

"Really? Awesome! Congratulations! Not Bramblefeather then?"

"I don't mind. Berry reminds me of this blackberry bush we always meet beside."

Featherpaw purred. "I'm Featherwhisker." He announced.

"That's great!" Bramblepaw nuzzled him.

The moon shone over head, the willow tree's branches whispered, shifting and brushing against each other. The river gurgled, the crickets chirped, the frogs croaked, a nightingale sang it's beautiful, sorrowful song to the night. It seemed to sing:

"Broken wings, Broken heart, Broken stars. Believe in me, believe your heart, whispering willows, swishing reeds. I sing to the stars, I sing to my heart, I sing for you, I sing for me, in the dead of night" The reeds seemed to say: "The reed that bends is stronger then the oak that stands. Listen to our words of wisdom"

And Brambleberry felt happier then she ever had. Oh, how she loved Featherwhisker.

Many moons had passed. At first, when Featherwhisker no longer arrived at the blackberry bush, Brambleberry shoved it off. He must be busy, it's Leaf-bare.

Warriors need their medicine cats during this time.

But then...when a whole moon had passed..it was time to go to the gathering. She'll see him there. But she only saw the other ThunderClan medicine cat, Spottedleaf, and the blood seemed to freeze in her veins like ice. No. It can't be true. He's still alive. He has to be.

"Spottedleaf? Where's Featherwhisker?" She asked at once.

Spottedleaf looked at Brambleberry with sorrow in her eyes.

"He hunts with StarClan. Greencough took him this moon."

Brambleberry froze. She felt numb. She sank to her paws, closed her eyes, and let the cold creep across her body, till it reached her heart, and swallowed her whole.

"He...he can't be." She choked.

"I'm sorry, Brambleberry. I knew you were close," Spottedleaf soothed.

Brambleberry nodded, grief sweeping over her like violent waves, each one washing away her joy, piece by piece. Featherwhisker....

Brambleberry took a deep breath, and swallowed. She shook violently, gasping, sputtering, choking. She fell to the floor, let out one last shuddering gasp, and lay still, foam covering her mouth. She had poisoned herself with death berries, so she could join Featherwhisker in StarClan. RiverClan would be in great paws with Mudfur as their medicine cat. He was clever, and gifted, and Brambleberry could guide her Clan from StarClan, beside Featherwhisker.

Featherwhisker and Brambleberry were standing side by side, watching the river gurgle. Featherwhisker glanced at her warmly, the stars in his pelt twinkling with love.

"I'm glad we're together again," he purred.

"So am I, Featherwhisker. So am I."

The end.

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