"Hey, Firestar, it's your friend, Graystripe."

"Since when were you my friend Graystripe?"

"We've been friends ever since you came to the forest!"

"Are you sure?" Firestar sounded bemused. Of course he remembered. How could he forget. Ah, the good old days.

Even then he could easily beat Graystipe in a fight.

"Sandstorm, Firestar doesn't remember our vow to be friends forever. What am I going to do?" Graystripe called to Sandstorm,Firestar's sex slave.

"He can't remember that?" Firestar didn't even remember Sandstorm being there when he and Graystripe had made theirpledge to be friends forever. So he was surprised when he heard the shock in her voice.

"I didn't realize that you were there when we made our pledge of friendship." He asked,

"Of course I was there. We were mating all the while." Sandstorm sounded very annoyed. Uh oh.

"Um, oh yeah. Now I remember."

"Am I a nobody to you Firestar? Am I a sex toy to you, just like Fernpaw is to Dustpelt?" Sandstorm sounded bitter, as if she knew that he was getting ready to lie.

"Of course not Sandstorm, you're my mate. You mean everything to me. That reminds me, I really should do something about the way Fernpaw is being raped by Dustpelt. It might get serious. Then I'll have to deal with a bunch of crap."

Sandstorm still looked bitter. Oh well, can't please everybody.

"Actually, you can't please anybody Firestar." That surprised him. Graystripe was always polite and submissive when it cameto Firestar. Usually, if Firestar pleased him in bed, then he was pretty much his slave. Oh, yeah, and by the way, Graystripe can read minds.

"No Firestar, I'm very content with your sexual performance. It's just, I want to settle down and do something with my life. I'm not going to be a bachler forever like you." Graystripe meowed.

"Hey, he's married to me. So he is not a bachler. Take that back." Sandstorm was sharp. As usual. Things had been going

well between him and Sandstorm since they got back from saving Skyclan, where they had merrital issues and saw a specialist,Spottedleaf. She had made them talk about they're diffences. Until she realized that they would just keep on arguing with each

other until a fight broke out. They broke one of Spottedleaf's vases, and she snapped. She nearly killed Sandstorm. And when she was lying there, out cold, on her way to the emergency room, Firestar saw how much he would miss her body, her private parts, her mouth, and their merrital troubles ended. This had been Sandstorm's first outburst in months.

"Uh, Sandstorm, Firestar just thought in his head that this was your first outburst in months."

Graystripe told Sandstorm.

"Outburst, Firestar? Outburst? I'll give you an outburst! Do you think that I'll just let you.." She blathered on for a bit. Firestar stopped listening after he realized that she wasn't saying anything interesting.

"Firestar, are you even listening to me? Firestar? Hello!" Sandstorm suddenly looked concerned.

"I'm fine Sandstorm, I was just pretending to go into outer space for a second. It was fun." Somehow, Sandstorm's fur was turning red. It was sort of funny.

"You know, I think we might need to speak to Spottedleaf again."

So, they went to Spottedleaf, as she had solved their marital issues before.

"Hello, Firestar, Sandstorm. It's nice to see you again. Just wait a second."

They could hear Spottedleaf yelling at someone. In a few minutes, a tom-cat, wrapped in a sheet, came running out of the den full-steam ahead.

"Okay, now that he's out of here, why don't you come in." Spottedleaf lead them into the office that she somehow managed to fit into her den.

"Now, to what do I owe this unexpected honour." Spottedleaf asked

"Well," Sandstorm began",we're having marital issues again. You helped us well enough last time and we were hoping you could help us again." Spottedleaf frowned.

"Last time was sort of an accident and you," she turned to look at Sandstorm, "almost died. Are you sure you want me to do it again?" Firestar and Sandstorm both nodded solemnly.

"Fine," said Spottedleaf, "but I'm going to need you two to start arguing profusely." So they did.

"Firestar, all I want is for you to listen to me and not treat me like something you bought at a super-market!"

"But I did buy you at a Super-Market!" Firestar retorted.

"Yes, but that's beside the point. I want to be recognized as someone you love. Not someone who's body you love."

"But I really do love your body, Sandstorm," Firestar purred.

"Uh. I can't stand it when you're like this. It just... gah. It just pisses me off you son of a bi-" She was cut off as Spottedleaf hurled a vase at Sandstorm. Sandstorm fell, and Firestar ran up.

"Sandstorm, is you're body alright?"

"No, I think my leg is broken." Sandstorm gasped. She was lying in a puddle of her own blood, nearly drowning.

"Oh. I don't care about that part of your body." Firestar said, relieved.

"You bastard. I'm dying and all you can think of is..." Spottedleaf stopped listening to her. She was unsure of what to do. It wasn't working. She decided to try harder. She picked up a rock and hit Sandstorm over the head with it. Sandstorm kept on arguing. Spottedleaf hit her again. Still no change. Spottedleaf hit her a third time.

"- and I really hate it... when... you... do... uh." Sandstorm passed out. Blood was trickling from her mouth and building up by her head.

"Did you kill her?" Firestar asked curiously.

"I don't think so." Spottedleaf decided that it would be bad if Sandstorm died.

"Call the veterinarian. Tell him that we have a badly wounded female cat who probably has HIV by now." Spottedleaf said brusquely.

Firestar and Spottedleaf were waiting in the veterinarian's waiting room. Firestar was pacing back and forth, back and forth, which looks kind of funny when a cat does it. He was recalling all the good nights he and Sandstorm had had. He remembered all her petty complaints and dumb anxieties, like when she was worried whether their kits would be born properly, or whether Thunderclan was doomed to destruction or other stupid things. Yet, whenever he looked at her, all he felt was pure lust. It's sort of like pure love, only for adults. He didn't know whether she would live or die. The vet said it was a matter of time before they could know for sure. He looked over at Spottedleaf. For someone who didn't have thumbs, Spottedleaf was doing a good job of twiddling them.

On that note, I will end this Chapter here. This could well be the longest thing I have ever wrote, also, I've never written in this format before. So, please, if you took the time to read this, please take the time to review and tell me I'm good\bad at it. Please.