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Summary: Some cats in the series love another (or maybe just like), but that cat is taken by another cat. Read their point of view here. At the beginning of a chapter later on (I'll say it here), you can request!
Presenting:
A Stolen Cat From Me
DUSTY SANDS
(Dustpelt x Sandstorm x Firestar)
I watched as she grinned at the kittypet smugly. Her sand-and-leaf colours on pelt and eyes, her Clan heritage, her kindness and spunk; they all helped separate her from his flame-and-emerald colours, his kittypet stink, his stupidity, and his tentativeness.
Sandpaw was mine. Firepaw, go jump in the river. I don't need you; neither does she. Still...he intruded. Not on us. On me. How could he just walk in and take everything from me? First, he got his warrior name first, when he was way younger than us. Then he slowly got Sandpaw on his side. Then he stole Sandstorm.
At first, I thought she would break away from him when he wouldn't give her an apprentice. She stuck with him, though. Why? Just because I wasn't mousebrained enough to go back to ThunderClan through RiverClan territory escorted by WindClan cats? I couldn't help it if I wasn't there to save her from falling into the gourge. I couldn't help it if I had a bigger brain than Fireheart did.
I slowly approached Sandstorm, unease coursing through my blood. She had just had another argument with Fireheart. Good for her; let her stay angry.
"Hi," I mewed unsurely. She turned and smiled warmly at me. I immediately felt good. Even if she wasn't going back to me, just to see her smile made me better.
Her eyes glowed. "Hi, Dustpelt!" she meowed happily. I purred, but before I could say anything, she sighed, looking sad and upset again. "Fireheart won't give me an apprentice," she pouted.
"That's okay," I tried to assure her. "He promised Snowkit to Brackenfur, so he must've thought he had to give Tawnykit to him."
She scowled, then sighed again. "Yeah, I guess. Still...he already mentored Cinderpaw a bit! Why give himself Bramblepaw?" She glared at me. "He gave you Ashpaw!" she growled accusingly. "We're the same age!"
I looked down at my paws. "It-it's not my choice, Sandstorm," I murmured. "Besides, we couldn't have two inexperienced mentors."
"True," Sandstorm grunted, then turned her back on me. I frowned, my shoulders sinking. Before I could react and try to cheer her up (again), a bouncy little ball of grey fur came over to me.
"Hi, Dustpelt!" mewed Fernpaw. I smiled. Suddenly, all my recollections of Sandstorm and Fireheart together were washed away. Now I was faced with a gentler, bouncier Sandstorm; much younger, but StarClan works in mysterious ways.
"Have a nice day," I told the grumbling Sandstorm before bounding off with Fernpaw. Sandstorm had a happy ending. Fireheart had a happy ending. Fernpaw had a happy ending. Me...well, I had a semi-happy ending.
Sandstorm mothered Firestar's kits, Leafpool and Squirrelflight, the latter of which has already had kits with Brambleclaw; Fernpaw, now Ferncloud, has had my most recent litter of kits, Icekit and Foxkit. Sandstorm is a happy grandmother; Firestar is a happy grandfather; Ferncloud is a happy queen. As for me, Dustpelt, I am a happy, though still slightly heartbroken, senior warrior of ThunderClan, as well as father to seven kits; three are dead, but four are alive.