A/N: I have nothing better to do (besides work on fanfiction), so I've decided to take the Warriors Wish shipping list and write a oneshot for each shipping there (except maybe for the characters I've never read about). Some will be romantic, others…maybe not so much. Yay! – I guess?

Abandonshipping

Ashfur x Cloudtail

Three cats raced through the forest. Each was a blur – gray, white, and ginger. The cats were so close together in their race that it seemed they were running together. Gradually, though, the ginger cat separated from the pack as the group reached the edge of the forest. The gray and white cats skidded to a halt and watched as the ginger cat took a flying leap, scrambling over a white picket fence.

"And don't come back, kittypet!" yowled the gray tom. His fur was bristling, accenting the dark patches that speckled his pelt. "This is ThunderClan territory! You don't belong here!"

The white tom did not join in with the gray tom's jeers, but instead watched the fence with narrowed blue eyes. Eventually, the gray tom beside him stopped his heckling and turned to look at his partner.

"Nice run, Cloudtail," he meowed, suddenly much friendlier.

Sure, Cloudtail thought, but what if I had been on the other end of that run? Would it have been so nice then? If Fireheart had not brought him to the forest, the white warrior would still be living in Twolegplace. Would he have been tempted out into the forest like the ginger cat? Would he have been chased away just the same?

Cloudtail replied, "Sure. Let's head back now, Ashfur."

The gray speckled tom blinked. "You're unusually serious. What? No smart remark?"

"Let's pick up our prey. It's that way, right?" Cloudtail meowed, distracted, turning to look into the forest. Home. Should it even be home?

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ashfur persisted. He stepped in front of Cloudtail, cocking his head to the side, confused. "Did you pull a claw, or something?"

"No," Cloudtail snapped. "Can't you just leave it?"

"No," Ashfur echoed, shaking his head.

Cloudtail growled, "And why not?"

"Because you're my friend," Ashfur meowed simply. Cloudtail looked sharply at him, but the concern present in the gray warrior's blue eyes was sincere. "I want to know why you're acting like a wounded duck."

Wounded duck? Cloudtail thought, startled. Only Ashfur would come up with something so ridiculous.

"Well?" Ashfur mewed, tapping his tail tip impatiently against the ground. Cloudtail paused a moment longer, wondering if he should say anything; his kittypet origin was not something he enjoyed talking about with his Clanmates, especially now that most of them seemed to have forgotten. What if Ashfur let something slip back at camp? He abruptly shook his head. No. He wouldn't do that. He's right. We are friends. I can trust him with this.

"Do you think I belong in ThunderClan?" he meowed suddenly, flattening his ears awkwardly.

Ashfur stared at him incredulously. "What kind of mousebrained question is that?"

"I was a kittypet," Cloudtail meowed, ignoring the gray tom's outburst.

Ashfur fell silent. Cloudtail saw his eyes shift toward Twolegplace. It's no secret that Ashfur hates kittypets. Does he hate me?

"You're no kittypet," Ashfur mewed finally, his tone decisive.

"I have kittypet blood, though," Cloudtail pressed, not satisfied with the answer. "Of course I'm a kittypet."

The gray tom glared at him. "Do you look like a kittypet?"

"No," Cloudtail mewed.

"Do you act like a kittypet?" continued Ashfur, his gaze boring into Cloudtail's.

"No," meowed the white warrior again.

"Then you're not a kittypet," Ashfur concluded. His hard stare disappeared like evaporating mist and he leaned forward and touched his nose fondly to the tip of Cloudtail's ear. "And I don't want to hear about you ever thinking otherwise. You deserve to be here, just as much as any other cat. ThunderClan is your kin."

Cloudtail watched him for a moment. He's right about one thing: ThunderClan is my family now. Maybe it doesn't matter where I came from…

"Let's go back now. I'm really looking forward to sharing that rabbit with you," Ashfur meowed. He got up and flicked Cloudtail's shoulder with his tail, tauntingly. "Come on, I'll race you."

No, it doesn't matter.

"You race me? That's hardly fair," Cloudtail crowed. "You're on!"

Together the two toms raced off back into the depths of the forest, their pelts becoming a blur once again.