Spottedheart padded around the Rainclan camp. It was Greenleaf, and she was enjoying the nice weather. The prey was plentiful and even Clawclan kept inside their own borders. The only problem was, is she wanted something, and all the toms were blind as bats. She wriggled, she squirmed, she got so close their manliness began to show. But each and every one of them was completely loyal to their own mates, and the ones that didn't already have mates were dumber than dirt. She got "stuck" in brambles, she sniffed, and she groomed. But nothing worked. Even her sister, Dappleheart had a mate. She heard them yowling their heads off, and her sister always smelled of him when they got back. Although she denied it, Spottedheart knew. And she was jealous.

She was desperate. She needed someone, anyone inside her. She was empty, still a virgin. Oh, what she would give…

Then, one night at a gathering, she saw her chance. It was her first warrior gathering, and she was on the prowl for ANYBODY to fill her up. It hit her like claws on a mouse. Who cares if he's in Rainclan, why not another clan? So, all that night, she examined each and every tom. Her core moistened, and she often had to hide in a bush or sit down to avoid being found out. Finally, she found the perfect tom.

Or, should she say, toms? Yes, three perfect toms, all to herself. Silverstripe of Cloudclan, Darkclaw of Clawclan, and Thornfur of Breezeclan. Silverstripe was a sleek, silver tabby with black stripes. He was friendly, but totally loyal to the code. He would never break it, not for anything. Well, perhaps with a little seduction he'd come around. She was sure of it. Darkclaw, he would happily break the code for her, so long as she made him addicted, made him want her. The black tom with the deep, chocolate eyes and the muscular build was definitely one of the best toms there, and better yet, no she cats swooning over him. Finally, Thornfur. He was a mix of the two. With his deep red coat and thorn shaped spots on him, he was super handsome. He would break the warrior code, but only after convinced she was worth it.

Now, she had to make her tactics, and figure out who was up for grabs first. Darkclaw last, maybe? Before him, Thorclaw, and first, Silverstripe. She licked her lips in anticipation. She stood there, imagining the feeling of it, when she felt wetness between her legs. Gasping, she hurried behind a bush, hoping no one came looking. When the feeling was gone, she padded out, and began to seduce her first victim.

"Hello," meowed Spottedheart.

"Oh, hello," said the handsome silver tabby.

"You're from Cloudclan, right?" Spottedheart said, trying her best to keep her tones light and cheery, like she was just making conversation.

"Yeah, and you?" He said, his perfect blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"Spottedheart of Rainclan," she replied, puffing her chest out slightly. She also took a "strong" stance, with her legs spread out, showing slightly some very secret and private things, things that no tom had ever seen yet.

"Oh…" the tom said, catching a glimpse of her queenliness. He stared, but snapped back after a few moments. "I'm Silverstripe of Cloudclan."

"Everything good?"

"Um, yeah, I guess…" Silverstripe began to look slightly uncomfortable.

"Do you have an apprentice?" Spottedheart asked innocently, making her leaf green eyes into bottomless pools, hopefully. She also fidgeted a bit, like she was also uncomfortable. In this, she exposed just a bit more.

"Er, no, but I hope to soon," he said, managing to tear his eyes away from her legs, only to be caught in the depths of her eyes. She had practiced making her eyes huge in puddles, and was now a master at it. He gazed endlessly at her perfect eyes, the color of the new leaves in new-leaf.

"And, now, to begin the Gathering!"

Silverstripe tore his eyes from the she-cat to gaze at the Tallrock. The four leaders had gathered there; Heatherstar of Rainclan, Sharpstar of Clawclan, Skystar of Cloudclan, and Mosstalon of Breezeclan. He felt his pelt grow hot as he realized that he was the only cat not sittling. Blushing furiously, he hurriedly sat down next to Spottedheart, much to his discomfort. Her tail tip was touching his hind leg just a tad, and he felt his tomhood slip out a bit. He crossed his legs over it, his pelt on fire.

Spottedheart had seen it all. She had even grown a bit moist when she noticed the bright pink tomhood coming out of Silverstripe. She forced herself to ignore it, although she was pleased. She obviously turned him on, at least a bit. She pondered the next step. After the leaders finished yammering, they'd have a few moments to talk, then she'd have to leave. What should she say? It was still too early to ask him to pleasure her, and she couldn't wait much longer. Maybe if she could just hint him in the direction to make the first move…?

After a few minutes of accidentally-flick-at-Silverstripe's-sensitive-tomhood, the leaders finished sharing the news. Silverstripes tenders were half way out of the sheath, and he was obviously trying to hide it. Twice, she caught him glancing at her folds. Whenever she saw him looking, she did something so it was even more noticeable. When it was almost time to leave, Spottedheart could see the lust flickering in Silverstripe's eyes, love and lust. She held her breath, hoping he'd say something. When he still didn't, she realized she would have to make some drastic moves. She "playfully" flicked her tail over his ears, and made sure that it gently brushed his areas.

When he shuddered, she was tempted to do it again, but she did not. As Heatherstar called Rainclan, she got up and padded to his side.

"Meet me here tomorrow night, okay? We have to talk," and then she gave his tomness a purposeful squeeze, that caused him to gasp with pleasure. Then she bounded away, her tail high in the air, exposing her slightly moist queen parts. She felt his perfect blue eyes staring as she bounded away. She shuddered with happiness. She was definitely in love with this tom, but she would have no mercy on him tomorrow night. A ripple of pleasure passed thru her. It was all she could do to just keep walking.

At the Rainclan camp, she collapsed in her soft moss nest. She fell into a deep sleep, and the only thing she dreamed about was a shadowed tom on her, the tip of his pink tomhood poised to enter, when a loud and important voice began to yowl, and the tom faded away to a fog. She clawed at him, begging him to come back, but he did not. She fell, down, down, down…

The sun awoke her. It was midday, and the sun shone high in the sky. She stretched, and padded out of the camp. She sat on the Cloudclan border, hoping to catch a whiff of Silverstripe's scent. She did not. She bounded up and down the line, making sure that he knew, if he came around, that she was ready. More than ready.