A/N: This takes place a few moons after Sunrise ends, but is obviously before The Fourth Apprentice. Spoilers in later chapter if you haven't read The Fourth Apprentice. As also read on forums. warrior cats. com by me, Brambleshadow of WindClan. (Sorry about the spaces. There really aren't any in the web address.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors and am not Erin Hunter. All characters except for imaginary ones belong to the Erins.
Leafpool walked slowly through the thorn barrier and into the ThunderClan camp. Her two remaining kits, Lionblaze and Jayfeather were sitting together, gulping down a blackbird. Suddenly, a yowl ran throughout the ThunderClan camp, causing Leafpool to jump: "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath Highledge for a Clan meeting!"
The rest of ThunderClan padded over to sit beneath Highledge to here what Firestar had to say. Leafpool and her kits joined them.
Firestar was seated calmly, a hint of regret in his eyes, but his deputy, Brambleclaw, sure wasn't. His amber eyes glared daggers at Leafpool, Squirrelflight, and the cats he had claimed as his sons.
"Leafpool," Firestar meowed. "I don't want to do this, but I have no choice. As of now, you are no longer a warrior of ThunderClan. If any of our patrols catch you on our territory after sunset today, we will treat you as we would any enemy."
"Firestar, you're banishing our own daughter!" Sandstorm exclaimed, leaping to her paws.
"What about my kits?" Leafpool demanded, neck fur bristling.
"Your kits will stay here. Lionblaze is one of our best warriors, and ThunderClan needs a medicine cat." It was Brambleclaw who spoke.
"Fine," Leafpool meowed frostily. She whisked around and sprinted out of camp.
Meanwhile, in the WindClan camp, Crowfeather was having problems of his own. Nightcloud and Breezepelt were facing him with fur bristling, claws unsheathed, and anger glittering in their eyes.
"I can't believe you would do such a thing," Nightcloud snarled.
"You betrayed my mother, me, and your Clan," Breezepelt growled, taking a swipe at Crowfeather's ear. His father bristled, dodging the blow.
"I didn't even know until they told me," he protested. "Besides, we came back after Midnight--" He broke off abruptly. Breezepelt had no idea he had run away with Leafpool once. "Look, we broke up after the badger attack. I haven't been meeting her since."
His son snarled, "Leave now. And don't bother coming back, traitor!"
Onestar stepped forward. "That's for me to decide," he meowed sternly to Breezepelt. Then he added, "But he's right. I'm sorry, Crowfeather, but as of now you are no longer a WindClan warrior. If any of our patrols catch you on WindClan territory, we will treat you as we would any enemy. Go now."
Crowfeather was silent for a few heartbeats, then meowed coldly, "I'll go, but it's WindClan's loss, not mine." He turned around and quickly weaved through the thorn tunnel. Once he was free, he headed to the ThunderClan border with one thought in mind: I've got to find Leafpool.