Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, a series of what I think are the best Warriors couples. This first one is Brook&Stormfur, and I'm hoping to get a few more written and submitted. If you have a couple you'd like me to write about, put it in a review and I'll give it a shot if I can. All reviews are appriciated!

Also, I own nothing.

Okay, here it goes:

He followed her across the rocky slopes, struggling to keep up with her lean form, tabby fur just visible beneath the cloak of mud. Stormfur let out a grunt of concentration as he leaped through the snow, managing to land at Brook's side. His muzzle brushed her flank as he overtook her. Shaking flakes off ice off his fur he raced ahead. It wasn't often that his pace exeeded hers, and he let out a playful purr, wondering how long he could keep it up.

He treasured these moments, when he ran and hunted alone with Brook. When he could forget his loneliness without his friends in the Clans, forget the loss of his father and sister, and the mother that he had never known. When he was with Brook, he could forget all that. And since she was with him almost all the time, he wasn't sad that often.

He could hear Brook purring with laughter as she pounded through the snows behind him. He himself raced blindly along the mountains, taking a path unfamiliar to him, higher up than he usually went. Stoneteller said not to venture into the most rugged terrain during days when it was snowing like this, but he was too wrapped up in his race to remember.

He heard Brook's purr behind him as the she-cat leaped, and tackled him at the back legs, bringing him to the ground. She licked his ear as she scrambled ahead of him, deftly leaping from rock to rock without ever slipping on the ice. Stormfur jumped after her but was unable to overtake her again. Her claws scratched on the frost-covered rocks as he bounded on them, following her steps. Then she leaped from the rocks to a white-dusted jut of rock. Stormfur mimicked her move, but his steps were not quite as light as hers, and he landed on all four paws, feeling the earth shake under his weight. Brook pricked her ears in alarm as the rock grumbled and then deteriorated, sending them both falling with the rubble.

Stormfur let out a yowl and twisted. He landed on his paws, but the slope he had landed on was sleek with ice and he slipped, sliding down the mountainside. Brook was beside him, and she called to him, twitching her whiskers as he dug his claws uselessly into the frost, "Don't try to fight it, Stormfur! Let it carry you!"

Carry him? Where to? But Stormfur knew he had no other option, and he sheathed his claws, trying to copy Brook and ride the ice as she did, but his paws kept sliding out from under him, and in the end he fell upon his belly and slid uncerimoniously down. Brook followed him, and they plowed into a snowdrift, landing in a heap. As they distangled themselves and got to their paws they were laughing, but Brook's face suddenly fell. She touched her nose to Stormfur's. "Do you miss them, the Clans?" she asked.

Stormfur felt his thick fur bristling at the question. "Of course I do," he answered. "But I know they're all right. And they must have found their new home by now."

Brook nodded, her eyes searching his. He went on, "But I don't worry for them. Not like I worry for my father."

"Graystripe?" she asked. He had spoken of his father many times.

"Yes," he answered. "I know he was taken by Twolegs, but I don't know where..." He trailed off when he saw the tremor pass through her. She had never seenTwolegs before. None of the Tribe had. But from Stormfur's descrptions of how the Clan cats had been chased from their home by them, most of the Tribe feared them Stoneteller had calmed them by saying, "Maybe Twolegs are good. True, they chase Clan friends from home. But perhaps it will serve well for them in the end. It has for the Tribe. Without Twolegs, Feathertail would have never been brought to us. Sharptooth would still hunt us."

Yes, and now she's dead, Stormfur thought. Like my mother, Silverstream. And maybe my father, too.

"What do Twolegs do with cats they capture?" queried Brook.

"I...I don't know," Stormfur admitted. "Mistyfoot- RiverClan's deputy, I don't think you met her- was captured by them once. They held her in one of their dwellings for a few days before ThunderClan rescued her."

Brook looked thoughtful. "Is that what they did with your father?"

"I don't know," Stormfur meowed again, his eyes downcast. "Maybe."

"If they did, then he is not dead," Brook pointed out. "Perhaps he will get free."

"If he does, he'll have to cross over the mountains," Stormfur decided. "And I'll be sure to meet him if he does."

Brook nodded. "The whole Tribe will search for him," she promised. "And I will too. He is yours and Feathertail's father, Stormfur, and he will be honored by the Tribe."

"If he comes," Stormfur mewed.

Brook touched her tail to his shoulder. "He will come," she meowed firmly. "If he is anything like you, he will come."