A dark tabby warrior stalked low, his belly fur scrapping against the green blades of grass as he neared his target; a fat vole. They prey seemed like it would feed at least three warriors!
He shifted he weight but just as he was about to strike, a dark ginger pelt zoomed past in the shadows. By the time the tom turned his attention back to the vole, it was gone.
"Mouse dung!" The warrior spat. "What were you thinking, Squirrelflight?!" He turned to face the she-cat.
"Oh, come on, Brambleclaw... " Squirrelflight flicked his ear with her tail-tip. "Stop being such a serious fur-ball... " She purred and touched her muzzle to his shoulder, taking in his warm scent. The dark brown tabby looked down at her and felt a rush of happiness travel down his spine. Squirrelflight looked deep into his amber eyes and she would never forget what sparkled in them; pure love and affection.
Brambleclaw nudged against her, letting a purr rumble in his throat. "I love you, Squirrelflight; I always have and always will... "
"I love you too, Brambleclaw... "
He squirmed in his nest and sat upright as a pang of dismay shot through his heart. Everything that just happened... was a dream. Brambleclaw turned his head toward Squirrelflight's nest and saw her sleeping right next to Ashfur. The dark brown warrior narrowed his eyes. I will get you back, Squirrelflight... If it's the last thing I do!