Sandstorm sighed. Fireheart would never take a look at her because of her. Spottedleaf. She was just a petty medicine cat, and the pale ginger she-cat was an amazing hunter.
As she went over to the fresh-kill pile, she saw Fireheart starring at her. His jaw was clenched upon a shrew, and he was searching a spot to eat.
He'll never choose me as his mate, isn't it ? Sanstorm thought as she saw doubt flicker in his brillant leaf green eyes. How he had changed. From a pudgy, reeking kittypet to a handsome deputy, saving his Clan from a formerly respected murderer. Sandstorm snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Fireheart padding to her. She purred so loudly her body vibrated, and, to finish the work, she shot him a killer glance that could make all the toms in her Clan fall for her. That was actually what she thought and hoped.
'Hello Sandstorm.' He meowed, his voice warm. His eyes were gleaming, but mingled with a tang of sadness.
So he was not over the mighty tortoishell mouse-dung, the only thing in her way to lead a fantastic life with the one she loved. Though there was also Cinderpelt. Sandstorm had seen her swoop around her to-be mate more than twice. That thought made her shake with fury and jealousy.
'You all right ?' the handsome ginger tom asked with concern.
'Er…Yeah, of course !'she answered, and started to groom him. He didn't flinch or go away. Instead, he purred. Sandstorm hoped it was a sign that he had a liking to her. Maybe he was surprised, because of the disgust she showed every time she saw him in the past. She felt ashamed of herself now, of course.
Hearing his almost loving purrs and feeling his warmth against her, she saw a streak of hope and vowed to try to earn his love. From that day, she kept her promise.