Leafpool & Crowfeather

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MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

''Note: This Fanfiction takes place when Leafpool and Crowfeather run away. It is on a different timeline where Midnight didn't convince Leafpool to go back to ThunderClan.''

PART 1:

         Leafpool skidded to a halt, gasping for breath. Crowfeather stopped beside her with a questioning glance. They had been running since ThunderClan territory. Leafpool's mind whirled back to the ThunderClan camp. She imagined Firestar calling a summons to the Clan. He was probaby telling them now that there was not a trace of her scent that could be followed. Even Cloudtail could never track her down. She sighed and looked across to Crowfeather, fondness glimmering behind her eyes. He purred and pressed his muzzle to hers. "We can stop for a while if you like," he mewed quietly. "We're probably far enough out of Clan territory."

Leafpool nodded to him, softly meowing her agreement. They padded over to a hollowed out tree, roots creating an arching den above their heads. Leafpool sighed gently and settled down on the moss-covered floor. She drifted to sleep with Crowfeather shuffling about in the moss beside her, before settling with their fur pressed together.

Leafpool woke to find the dip where Crowfeather had slept cold, and his scent stale. She was about to bolt out the entrance to the den to look for him when he stumbled in with a fat rabbit in his jaws. She let out a purr of joy as she realised he had only gone hunting. He laid the rabbit before her and settled down to eat. The rabbit was juicy and delicious and soon they were sprawled out on the moss, swiping their tongues around their jaws. Crowfeather pawed the remains of the rabbit out of the den and returned, flopping down beside Leafpool. He began to stroke his tounge gently over her ears, then her head. She swiped her tongue along his shoulder in return.

After they had drowsily shared tongues Crowfeather padded from the den to scout around the den. He returned as the sun was sinking down towards the horizon. As he stumbled into the den he reported seeing a badger, though it had been far from the den, a few foxlengths ito a glade of trees.