Uh, hi guys. This is my first Warrior's fanfic, so no hates! Please? :3 R&R! I really appreciate it!

NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. Warrior's goes to the respectful owner(s), Erin Hunter.

Fire will save the Clan

The birds chirped loudly as the greenleaf sun exposed all over the Thunderclan camp, shining brightly. It was a little before sunhigh, when the day was hotest. Prey was plentiful, borders were peaceful, surprisingly.

A dark ginger tom with brilliant, piercing green eyes watched over the busy camp from the Highrock, his tail neatly wrapped over his paws. He sent a silent thanks to Starclan for the newfound peace. But, how long would it last, he wondered.

"Firestar?" the Thunderclan leader whipped around, but saw his beautiful, pale ginger mate Sandstorm blink at him curiously, "I've been calling your name four times!" she exclaimed, sitting next to him, looking down at the warriors.

"Sorry, I didn't notice," he meowed truthfully, "I was just thinking about the peace that we've had for a couple moons now. I mean, not even Shadowclan has tried to invade. And that's got me worried!" the last sentence grew softer as his deputy, Brambleclaw gave out orders for border patrols and hunting patrols. Soon the noise died down as they left the camp. All was quiet.

Sandstorm stared affectionately at her mate before meowing softly, "You shouldn't be so worried, Firestar. Peace has come. Stop worrying about might not happen in the future and think about the present."

The tom stared thoughtfully ahead, sinking her words in deeply. His mate had a point. Maybe it was time to stop worrying. He pressed his muzzle against hers and murmured, "I love you, Sandstorm."

Her pale green eyes glowed, and she replied, "I love you too." And the two watched the sun rise slowly into the top of the sky.