Hey, peeps! I decided to make a compilation of oneshots that I've written. Most of them will be romance oneshots, because I'm better at those than anything else, but I will try to make a few different genres, too. So, here's my first one!

A claw moon hung in the sky, its faint, pale silver light shining down on two shapes. One shape was fire red, the other gray tabby. Fire and cinders. A pair of forest green eyes slid open. They glanced around the clearing, alert and ready to wake the other should a patrol approach.

"Fireheart?" the gray tabby shape mewed, raising its head and sliding open its blue eyes.

"Mmm," Fireheart purred in reply, licking the other cat's ear. "I'm here."

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" the gray tabby asked.

"I honestly don't care what our Clan thinks," Fireheart replied. "As long as we're happy, right?"

"But what about StarClan?"

"What?"
"What does StarClan think of our actions? We've betrayed the warrior code!"

"Relax, Cinderpelt," Fireheart mewed, licking the she-cat's ear again. "I'll protect you. Nothing will ever happen to you, I promise."

Cinderpelt sniffed the air. "I think I smell a patrol," she whispered to her companion.

"Hide," Fireheart instructed.

Cinderpelt nodded, leaping off of the rock on which they rested. As quickly as her crippled leg would allow, she padded behind the boulder and crouched, waiting.

"Fireheart?" A voice called. Cinderpelt recognized the voice as Graystripe's.

"Graystripe," Fireheart replied.

"Why are you out here all alone?" Graystripe asked.

"I come here sometimes," Fireheart meowed. "When I feel like being alone."

"Well, the moonhigh patrol is just around the corner. I came here to warn you."

"Warn me about what?"
"Fireheart," Graystripe meowed. Cinderpelt heard the warrior leap onto the boulder. "I know what's been going on. You've been seeing Cinderpelt. I can smell her scent all over this boulder, and it's fresh."

"Graystripe, please," Fireheart pleaded softly. "I love her. It's just like you and Silverstream."

"But neither of us were medicine cats," Graystripe retorted hotly.

"But you still know how it feels!" Fireheart meowed. "Please, don't tell anyone. I didn't tell anyone about you and Silverstream."

Graystripe shuffled his paws on top of the boulder. Cinderpelt continued to wait in silence, fearing that Graystripe might refuse Fireheart's request.

"Alright," he muttered after a moment, leaping off of the rock. "I'm going to get some rest. Goodbye, Fireheart. Goodbye, Cinderpelt."

"Goodbye," Cinderpelt whispered. But the whisper was not directed at Graystripe. It was directed at Fireheart. As soon as she had uttered that one word, she took off in the same direction Graystripe was headed. She had only one thing to do: She had to turn herself in to Bluestar. Cinderpelt needed judgment from the leader. She needed to know if what she was doing was right, and what she should do if it was not. Of course, she already knew the answer to both of those questions. What she was doing was horribly wrong, and the only action she could take was to stop seeing Fireheart.

"That's impossible," she murmured to herself. "I love him too much."

"Cinderpelt?" A call stopped her. The medicine cat stopped in her tracks and looked up to see Bluestar standing beside her. Behind her stood Tigerclaw, Longtail, and Runningwind.

This must be the moonhigh patrol, she thought. "Bluestar," she meowed. "May I speak to you over there, please?" She pointed with her tail to a clump of bramble bushes. Bluestar nodded and followed.

"Why do you wish to speak to me?" Bluestar asked once they were behind the bushes.

"Oh, Bluestar!" Cinderpelt mewed. "I've done something wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong!"

"What is it?" Bluestar asked.

"I…" Cinderpelt started, then stopped. Is this the right thing to do? She thought. Should I really tell Bluestar that I've betrayed the warrior code? She decided that she would. She had already started her confession. She couldn't make up something else. Bluestar would know that she was lying. "I've been seeing Fireheart," she admitted.

Bluestar's eyes widened. "Fireheart?" she mewed.

"Yes," Cinderpelt replied. "And I need advice. Please, tell me what to do!"

"Do you love him?"

"More than anything."

"And does he love you back?"

"I assume he does."

"Would you follow him to the ends of the earth?"

"Most certainly."

"Would he follow you?"

"I believe so."

"Then I have only one solution," Bluestar meowed finally. "You two are officially exiled. I shall have no ceremony. You must get Fireheart, and the two of you must leave the forest and never return."

Cinderpelt nodded. "I'm so, so sorry, Bluestar," she mewed as she padded away.

"Cinderpelt!" Fireheart mewed as the former medicine cat clambered onto the boulder on which the warrior lay.

"We're leaving," Cinderpelt meowed.

"What?" Fireheart asked. "Why?"

"We've been exiled," Cinderpelt replied. "I went to Bluestar and told her the truth."

"I suppose it was the right thing to do," Fireheart meowed.

Cinderpelt nodded. Together, they leapt off of the boulder and padded away to find a new home and start a new life.