Hey everyone! I haven't uploaded anything Warriors for a while. Heh. Sorry.

Actually, I wrote this a year or two ago, after Sunrise came out. I only just remembered this fic, cleaned it up a little, and decided to put it up.

There are three chapters, one for each she-cat. First is Nightcloud (my personal favorite).

So enjoy my ramblings as each of the characters! Not my best work by far, so feel free to skim or even skip! Just let me know what your thoughts are in a review please.

Nightcloud:

I did love him first. Even when he was a kit I knew I would be the one. His one and only, I knew. It was like StarClan had sent me a sign.

The little ball of gray fur could only bump into my shins when I was an apprentice. I would shrink and quiver. My mother said it was just an apprentice crush. My father said I was stupid and inane to like a kit. But I knew he would grow.

He didn't look at me, not even once. However many times I caught a rabbit and left it for him, however many times I groomed myself and slicked down my fur until it shone glossy like the dark sky I was named for, his eyes were blank and dull.

But he was just a young apprentice, so what could I expect?

Then he was gone.

Just gone, like that. Didn't say goodbye, not even to me, when he knew how I cared so much. Oh yes, he knew. He knew and did nothing.

So I waited and waited. I could wait a thousand years if I had to. I could wait until the river dried up, the Great Oaks fell down, the badgers moved back to their den in the hill, and the sun and the moon burned each other to ashes that would float down like snow on my patient black head. I could be patient.

Then the dark gray pelt returned, claiming that we had to move. I agreed. Anything he meowed with his strong, deep voice would sound true to my ears.

And then I saw the look. His eyes didn't focus. They were glazed like small black pebbles. I knew that look, for I had seen it every time I bent my head down to a puddle, and saw the look in my own eyes, longing for him. He was in love – but not with me. With some mouse-brained RiverClan cat.

He whimpered in his sleep. I wanted to comfort him, but his softly-spoken words made my paws into ice. He spoke wistfully about that one, that silver she-cat who glowed like the moon and was more beautiful then a star.

But I shone like night. Nothing could escape my deep, black expanse, and so I knew I would win. Moons and stars dip beneath the horizon. Night always came, always. He was mine.

How was it, then, he gazed past my eyes? Just for some dead cat from another Clan. Some dead cat. Here I was, alive and wanting with all my heart for just some love, and all he could do was stare off into the distance.

But he was mourning. And he was still an apprentice, a mouse-brained apprentice. So why could he making my heart constrict like that? Why did I always have to be perfect when I sensed his presence?

And for the mourning, I knew I had to give him time. He will be yours. I could wait; I was one of patience, even though my fiery temper didn't show it on the outside.

We traveled, I in a daze of lonesomeness. My only friends reeked of darkness and ambition, for those sorts would take any kind of friend. Maybe I was one of them, without noticing. Maybe I had turned bitter as acorn flour waiting out in the sun.

He would be mine, oh StarClan…

And then, and then, he rejected me again, second time, second she-cat, second Clan, different Clan, not his Clan, not me…

Even worse, the medicine cat of ThunderClan. How could he? Why couldn't he just be happy with me? In his own Clan? Why, were we scrawny, quick she-cats in WindClan nothing compared to the fat glory of ThunderClan or the fishy grease of RiverClan? Were they so much better?

Despite this, I knew I still loved him. He was my lifelong dream, and I wasn't going to let him go. He would come back to his Clan, come back to me. He would. I knew it.

And he did. How can a cat have so much nerve to come back after what he did? Especially to me.

I'm sorry if I sound bitter. Wouldn't that make sense, if I was bitter? I loved him with endless, determined strength and he leaves me in the dust over and over like his dirt. Wasn't his Clan good enough? Yes, I think I have reason to sound bitter.

And I'm sorry if I sound like I hate him. That would be a false impression. He takes over my sky, my world, with his sarcastic, snide meows and his quick glare, his paws that churn over the land when he runs faster than any to the prey.

He was always loyal to his Clan… Don't make me laugh. Oh yes, now he's loyal, now he wants to take me as a mate. I had finally won, I had finally waited out all those moons of my life for him, and he had come to me.

Is it fair then, that he had no care for me. He apologized, actually, saying that I should deserve better. I should leave him and find someone else, find someone worth me. He sounded genuine, like he cared. But if he cared he would know how I cared, and if he cared he would try and stay with me.

In a way, whenever I forced him to touch noses or twined my tail with his, I slapped the cold, brutal truth into both of our faces: We weren't happy. He, always loving another. I, always loving him.

I was nothing but his clan to him.

And we were tied together in the eyes of our clan. As long as I live, they will remember that I had loved him, in my son, Breezepelt. But he never glanced at Breezepelt either. He just pretended to care, but never really loved his little "happy" WindClan family. Always looking out towards the trees. Maybe dreaming about a lovely little ThunderClan family, so much prettier than ours.

He should be happy, then, for he got what he dreamt about. I know he was shocked, that he didn't know. I was more shocked than anyone there. There were no words-

He pretended, after that, to love me even more than before, but I'm not stupid. I could tell that he was secretly proud of his ThunderClan kits, the famed golden tom who could beat all in battle, the gray one was a marvelous medicine cat, despite being blind. And the black one with green eyes, like myself, twisted and struggling with her decisions. She paid for it the hard way, but I'm still here, like an echo.

-And now he's dying.

He gasps for breath, calling and struggling, and I know he is now wishing he had made better choices in life. He has caught Greencough, and there is not enough prey to go around.

Breezepelt is off hunting, or so he says. All he ever wanted was to make his father happy, but his father never gave him anything in return. Now Breezepelt is too scared to watch him die, so here I sit by his side, the only one caring.

I love him like I love the morning breeze over the moor. But this tide is receding.

You know, when he dies, I'm pretty sure he will go to StarClan. He's a good cat, even though… Even though…

When he gets to StarClan, Feathertail will be waiting for him. Leafpool and I will be stuck down below, wondering what will happen when it is our turn to rise and join the others.

He's the only one inside, as Kestrelflight separated all cats in different dens to quarantine the sickness. His body is so thin, so frail, the ribs stick out and his face is gaunt. He is no longer handsome, he is no longer strong.

"Nightcloud," he hacks, eyes full of pain. "Nightcloud..."

"What?" I meow coldly. I'm in no mood to exchange loving last words, as they would be just for show.

"Nightcloud, I-" he breaks into a fit of coughing that trails down slowly. He spits up a little blood and I move closer, wanting to comfort him, but at the same time wanting to run from this nightmare.

I wait.

"I lo-" he pauses and tries again. "I love-" But he frowns and stops.

And then I know. I know that even when he's lying on his deathnest, even when he could be gentle for the last time towards me, he is not about to lie to me. He could lie and say that he loves me, but I can see in his eyes that he's too noble. I hate him for it, but there's nothing I can do.

"…I'm sorry, Nightcloud." Now he closes his eyes. "Forgive me, p-please, forgive me."

I open my mouth and speak the words that have always come easily. They are not false, but they have no feeling, no meaning.

"I forgive you."

And he believes it, as he should. Eyes close, he fades and stills. The tide pulls out, leaving a hollow sand heart. I want to reach, to touch, to bring back-

When I reach StarClan, if I do, I will not fight for him. I'll let Leafpool or Feathertail take him, the cat that should have been mine, the cat that never was.

Because sometimes, if you love him, you let him go.

Reviews would be lovely. Next is Feathertail. (Random order for the she-cats, by the way. To make it fair. I'm having a quick poll on my profile, please vote.)