The song used is "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks. I've decided to revise this, so thanks to everyone who has reviewed/favorited/alerted this story. As near as I can tell, this takes place in mid-Omen of the Stars.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter and the song belongs to Garth Brooks. I just borrowed them and messed around with them.

Warning: Character death.


CHAPTER 1

Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should've been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Crowfeather trotted back to the WindClan camp. The sky had darkened, and there were storm clouds coming in, obscuring the crescent moon. Rain started pouring down. I can't go on like this. I shouldn't even be meeting her! If Nightcloud finds out…

The dark gray tom shook his head, trying to clear it. He couldn't get Leafpool out of his head. The memory of a half-moon ago kept coming back to him:

It had been the night of the Gathering. He had been there, along with Kestrelflight, Owlwhisker, Boulderpaw, Breezepelt's apprentice, and Breezepelt. He had spotted Leafpool there, along with Jayfeather, ThunderClan's medicine cat since Leafpool had become a warrior. Mistystar, RiverClan's new leader since the previous leader Leopardstar had died of sickness a few days ago, had just finished her report, when he felt a tail-tip brush his shoulder. He turned to see Leafpool by his side.

"I have to talk to you," she whispered, jerking her head to the shadow of some bushes nearby. Crowfeather followed her and lay down with his paws tucked under his chest, waiting for her to speak.

"Crowfeather, I can't get you out of my head. I know you didn't mean what you said at the Gathering where Hollyleaf told all four Clans about us. Will you meet me on the border?"

Crowfeather hesitated, then replied, "Yes. I will."

Crowfeather shook his head, trying to rid himself of the memory. They had been meeting every night since that Gathering, and so far no cat in WindClan suspected anything.

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for a miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Nightcloud was wide awake in the WindClan camp. Her mate had said he was going out for some night hunting, but if that was the case, then why was he taking so long? The black she-cat paced in front of the warriors' den, rain pouring down and slicking her pelt to her frame. She hoped it was the weather keeping him out. Maybe he was sheltering under a bush or something.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm goes on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

Leafpool crept back to the ThunderClan camp and curled up in her nest in the warriors' den. As she closed her eyes, reliving her memory of meeting Crowfeather, she had no idea of what was happening over in WindClan. . . .

She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Crowfeather padded into the WindClan camp to find Nightcloud waiting for him. The black she-cat raced over to him from the warriors' den.

"Crowfeather!" she exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're home. What was taking you so long?" Crowfeather tensed as she sniffed his pelt. Mouse dung! I'm in for it now; she's going to figure it out any moment.

Nightcloud's green eyes widened in horror, but from what Crowfeather didn't know. He suddenly realized that she had detected Leafpool's scent on his coat.

"Crowfeather. . ." she whispered, horror-struck. Then Crowfeather saw her grow angry. "You've been meeting her." It wasn't a question.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm goes on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

"Nightcloud, please!"

"You've never loved me! You used me!"

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is! Don't try to deny it!"

She runs back down the hallway
And through the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
'Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been

Nightcloud unsheathed her claws and bared her teeth in a snarl at her mate. He won't do this again. In fact, this will be the last night I'll wonder where he's been.

"Traitor!" she yowled, springing at Crowfeather.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold, darlin'
On a sleepless night
As the storm goes on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

Crowfeather sidestepped and raked his claws through the fur on the black she-cat's side, his dark gray fur bristling and his blue eyes wide with alarm.

"Nightcloud, what do you think you're doing?" he yowled.

"What's it look like, mousebrain?"

Nightcloud lunged again, aiming for his throat. Crowfeather dived beneath her, turned, and raked his hind claws along her belly fur.

Nightcloud screeched in pain. Crowfeather was surprised the rest of the Clan didn't hear them fighting and come rushing to see what the problem was. Nightcloud gave him a dizzying clout to the head, knocking him to the ground. Crowfeather struggled to get to his feet as she loomed over him, green eyes glinting with a murderous fury.

"You should never have been meeting her," he heard Nightcloud say.

Then everything went black.

...

"Onestar! Onestar!"

Nightcloud was roused from her nest in the warriors' den by the voice of Emberfoot. She followed the rest of the Clan out into the center of camp. Onestar, the lithe brown tabby who led WindClan, had appeared from his den and padded over to the gray tom and the rest of the dawn patrol.

"For StarClan's sake, what is it?" he grumbled.

"You might want to see this for yourself," Antpelt meowed.

Onestar immediately perked up. "Ashfoot, Nightcloud, Sunstrike. You're with me." He turned to Emberfoot. "Lead the way." Emberfoot turned and raced out of camp, hardly waiting for the rest of them to catch up. Once out of camp, he headed towards the ThunderClan border. Foreboding raced through Nightcloud as Ashfoot let out a yowl of dismay and sped up.

Nightcloud pushed her paws to move faster. As a result, she almost ran over Ashfoot and Onestar when they skidded to a halt at the border stream.

"Who is it?" she asked, knowing full well who it was.

Sunstrike swallowed and gulped as Onestar meowed, "It's Crowfeather."

...

The WindClan camp was swarming with cats asking questions when the patrol came back with Crowfeather's body. Kestrelflight, the WindClan medicine cat, greeted them; then he saw what they were carrying.

"What happened?" he gasped.

"We found him near the ThunderClan border," Ashfoot told him dully. "It looks like he drowned."

"That's terrible," Heathertail meowed, coming up behind the medicine cat and shuddering as she heard the news.

"Come on," Kestrelflight mewed, flicking his tail. "Let's prepare him so the Clan can sit vigil."

The group laid the dark gray tom near the entrance to the medicine cat den, where Kestrelflight began preparing his body, smoothing down the fur. As he did, he noticed that there were several wounds on the dark gray warrior's pelt. When he worked his way to the neck fur, he saw a gash in Crowfeather's neck.

It didn't look like the result of a cat drowning. This looked more like a clean wound that a hunting warrior would make on a piece of prey.

With a slash of claws.

"Onestar, Ashfoot!" he hissed.

The Clan leader and his deputy padded over.

"What is it?" Onestar asked.

"Look."

They looked.

"Oh my StarClan," Ashfoot gasped.

"He didn't drown," Kestrelflight mewed softly. "He was murdered."

"ThunderClan?" Ashfoot meowed sharply. "We found him right on the border."

"True," Onestar meowed slowly. "And there are a few ThunderClan cats—not to mention WindClan—who would want to punish him for, well, you know."

"If you mean fathering those three ThunderClan kits with their medicine cat, then yes, there would be," Ashfoot conceded.

Onestar nodded, then leaped onto Tallrock, yowling the familiar summons. "Cats of WindClan," he mewed. "We have learned more about Crowfeather's death. He didn't drown. He was murdered."

"ThunderClan did it!" Breezepelt yowled. "He was found on the border!"

"Possibly. We'll sit vigil for him at nightfall, but I want to lead a patrol to ThunderClan to see if they know anything about this."

"Of course they know about it!" Boulderpaw yowled. "They did it!" The large pale gray apprentice was sitting near his mentor, Breezepelt.

"It can't hurt to check," Whitetail told him.

Onestar leaped down from Tallrock, showing the meeting was over, and started choosing cats to go with him. "Ashfoot, Nightcloud, Breezepelt, Leaftail, Harespring. Come on."

The patrol followed him out of camp. When they reached the ThunderClan border, Onestar crossed the stream without hesitation, forging deeper into ThunderClan territory.

Suddenly they were surrounded by a ThunderClan patrol: Cloudtail, Brackenfur, Bumplestripe, and Dustpelt. Leaftail and Harespring bristled, but at a warning glance from Ashfoot they let their fur lie flat.

"What are you doing here?" Bumplestripe snarled.

"We have to talk to Firestar," Onestar meowed.

The patrol exchanged glances, then Brackenfur meowed, "Come on. Let's get this over with." He flicked his tail at the WindClan cats, motioning for them to follow him.

...

When they reached the ThunderClan camp, they were met by curious stares. Bumplestripe went ahead, yowling, "They want to see Firestar."

"Firestar?"

"Why?"

There was a splash of flame against the blue-gray rock as Firestar padded out of his den and leaped down to confront the WindClan patrol.

"Well, Onestar?" The ThunderClan leader's voice was cooly polite. "What are you doing here?"

"One of our warriors was found dead in the border stream this morning. We later found out he was murdered."

Yowls of outrage came from the ThunderClan cats. Well, from all but Leafpool, who was staring in horror.

Firestar gritted his teeth. "Who was it?"

"Crowfeather."

"Nooo!" Leafpool wailed before she slapped her mouth shut with her own tail. Her eyes grew round as every cat turned to stare at her.