CrowxLeaf- Jayfeather's Perspective

Well, I know there are plenty out there, but I just love this couple!

Chapter One- Can I Tell You Something?
"Leafpool?"

Leafpool jumped, knocking over a pile of oak leaves.

"What, Jayfeather?" the she-cat asked. Jayfeather cocked his head. She sounded as if he had interrupted a dream.

"We're running low on Goldenrod. Firestar wants us to get some. He says there's a bit on the WindClan border," Jayfeather reported, trying to see what his mentor was thinking.

"Oh . . . um . . . okay, let's go," Leafpool stammered, padding out of the den. Jayfeather followed her, confused about his mentor's behavior.

The two walked in silence, and when they reached the bush near the border, a voice hissed, "What are you doing here?"

Leafpool seemed to flinch and jump at the same time. Jayfeather could guess why. The cat was Crowfeather.

"We're collecting Goldenrod," Jayfeather snapped.

"I was talking to Leafpool," Crowfeather retorted, lashing his tail.

"Me?" Leafpool squeaked.

"Yes, you," Crowfeather meowed in a gentler, more amused tone.

"Well, um . . . Jayfeather's right, we're collecting-" Leafpool began, but Crowfeather cut her off.

"I have a message for you from-" he started, but this time Leafpool silenced him with a flick of her tail.

"Jayfeather, I saw some poppy flowers back a ways, could you grab some seeds and head back to camp? I'll meet you there," she said in a rushed tone.

Jayfeather lashed his tail in frustration, but assented, and padded away.

With his mouth full of flowers Jayfeather ws on his way back to camp when he suddenly stopped. He glanced around, dropped the flowers, and sprinted back toward the border. With a jolt, he realized he could see, and that a silver she-cat was running beside him. He skidded to a halt when he could hear Leafpool and Crowfeather.

"And that's why I took Nightcloud as a mate. Not because I loved her- who could? But to prove my loyalty." the gray tom finished.

"Breezepelt's not your only son," Leafpool whispered. Crowfeather cocked his head, and stepped toward her, pressing his muzzle against hers.

"Repeat that," he whispered urgently.

'''Ha ha! I leave you hanging! Don't worry, I'll finish it soon.'''