Shooting Comets

(This is technically about Willowpelts luff life, her kits luff life, and their kits luff life. :3.)

Frist up: Willow x White (Next is Sorrel x Bracken. No Mating Crap by the way -_-. Harmless little rated K oneshots :3.)

Willowpelt sighed. She was in a total trance. She kept staring into Whitestorm's bright yellow eyes. She kept stuttering when she talked to him. Finally, he asked her to hunt with him.

"Yes!" she yowled, almost abruptly. Whitestorm twitched his ear and chuckled. While he was stalking a pheasant, she began drooling but sucked it back up. Whitestorm leapt and Bam! The pheasant was caught. He turned around to see Willowpelt smiling at him. Whitestorm padded up to her, pheasant dangling from his sturdy jaw and his chest was puffed out.

"Willowpelt, can I ask you something?" Whitestorm asked innocently.

Willowpelt nodded. Whitestorm took a breath. "Will you be my mate?" For he too, was lost in a trance whenever he looked into the pale beautiful blue eyes. He knew this was pure, harmless love.

Willowpelt pretended to hesitate. The straight-forward answer would've been yes, but Willowpelt pretended to be hard to get.

"Can I think about it?"

"Yeah sure."

Willowpelt stalked back to camp and padded up to Lionheart. "Hey."

Lionheart shook his bushy chest. "Hello."

Willowpelt had no feelings what-so-ever for Lionheart except for friendship (IS MAGIC). This was just an act to get Whitestorm jealous.

It was working.

He was staring at her, ears drooped, eyes saddened and his tail had fallen. Willowpelt purred and ran up to him, tackling him in the process. Whitestorm cried out in laughter.

"Of course, I'll be your mate!"

Whitestorm purred. "I just have one question." Willowpelt blinked.

"What is that question?"

"Do you have feelings for any other tom?"
Willowpelt smirked.

"The only tom I have feelings for is you." Even though I did mate with an elder and my brother but… they forced me to. I didn't want to…

Whitestorm smiled. "The only she-cat I have feelings for is you." And Brindleface…. I can't believe I mated with her when I already had a mate. I'm possibly not the father anyway. I heard Darkstripe had slight feelings for Brindleface, which I don't care. Ashpaw and Fernpaw look more like a mix of Darkstripe and Brindleface. I can't feel anything. I love Willowpelt far more than-

"Whitestorm?"
Whitestorm snapped back to reality.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

Whitestorm hesitated.

"Uh, yes?"

"So you were thinking of Brindleface?"

Whitestorm lowered his head.

"I'm ashamed to say, but yes."

Willowpelts eyes flashed with grief. "She's dead now. And I'm your mate."

Whitestorm sighed. "I know, I know. I love you more, though"

Willowpelt purred and snuggled up against Whitestorm. The new mates watched the sunset, together. Little did they know that Patchpelt and Brindleface were watching them with frustrated envy.