Well, here it is. You said I should rewrite it, and I did. Enjoy my hard work. :D By the way, do you know there are kangaroo silly bands?

The night was dark, lit by the pale sliver of a cresent moon, the shining white curve of a claw in the sky. Silverpelt glittered faintly in the heavens, its cold white glow doing little to illuminate the darkness.

Far beneath, the slender form of a she-cat slipped through the shadows cast by the canopy of leaves. Her heart thudded madly in her chest, her gaze darted uneasily around her, fearful that her Clanmates might discover her.

Her pawsteps slowed as she reached the meeting place. It was nothing special, really, just a small clearing ringed with ferns and briars, close to the stream that marked the WindClan border. But it was sheltered, so deep in her territory that she was confident that no cat would ever find her, and, most of all, it was hers.

She settled down to wait, only the occasional flick of her ebony-colored tail or flicker in her emerald gaze displaying her unease. She sighed, the sound light as air. "Oh, I wish he would hurry up," she muttered to nothing.

"Wish who would hurry up?" an amused voice answered. The she-cat jumped, ears flattened in embarrassment. A black shape materialized, close to invisible in the gloom. His yellow eyes shone with a teasing light. "Meeting other toms here, are you Hollyleaf? I feel cheated."

Hollyleaf got to her paws, flicking his muzzle with her tail. "Silly furball," she murmured tenderly. "You know I wouldn't." She paused, and when she spoke again, mischief laced her tone. "Whether you would, Breezepelt, is another story entirely…"

"Yes, I secret lovers in all the Clans," he laughed, playing along.

"And he admits it! But I pity the others," she purred, touching her nose to his. "None of them can ever have you."

"Why not?"

"I thought it was obvious. You're mine."

"Ah. I should've guessed." He twined his tail with hers for a brief moment. "By the way, be on the lookout. Onestar is planning another invasion into your territory."

"What else is new?" Hollyleaf sighed, pressing her muzzle into his shoulder. "I wish I could tell Firestar."

Breezepelt nudged her. "Hollyleaf, we've talked about this."

"I didn't say I would," she snapped back. "I said I wished I could. I know why I can't. He'd want to know how I knew, and we'd be found out."

"I don't want to lose you!" She didn't reply, only looked away. "Hollyleaf." Breezepelt met her gaze. "You're the best part of me. How would I live without you by my side?"

She cracked a small smile. "You're such a sap."

"And you love it."

"I'll give you that." She cast a glance back towards the trees. "I have to go. The dawn patrol will be out soon. Tomorrow?"

"I can't. Sedgepaw has an assessment." He looked apologetic as he nuzzled her shoulder. "If it goes well, he'll be a warrior!"

"Good luck, my love." She nuzzled him in return and started to leave. Suddenly she paused and looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, and Breezepelt?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"As I love you, my sweet. Now go, before a patrol catches you." She plunged back into the ferns, and Breezepelt heard her laugh echoing through the forest.

The black tom shook his head, amused. "She really is something, isn't she?" he murmured to the sky before turning and sprinting back towards the moors.

Well, whaddya think? Any improvement?