Thank you for all your reviews! I will try to get to them asap. Here's one for Waterpelt! I know they might be in the cat version of hell, but I always kinda saw them as the black in between the stars or some black dwarfs or whatever they are, unseen to us because they're full of shadows... hope you like it! make suggestions!

Tigerstar sat on the edge of the dark forest, his muscles strong and hard, flexing beneath his gleaming tabby coat. He watched the night-black water in the pool below him, staring into it's depths, seeing into the world of the clans below. He gave an involuntary shudder of longing as he saw the light marmelade pelt of Thunderclans medicine cat. He felt his length slide out of it's sheath as he watched her pad gently towards the edge of the territory, her full rump wiggling and swaying as she walked. The dark tabby moaned softly, and watched as she sat down near the water's edge, lying on the smooth pebbles and watching the flickering starlight.

Tigerstar, feeling very hot under his fur, and feeling the need to relieve his throbbing manhood, wished for a cool, clear stream, or at least a young she-cat to help him out. Grumbling at the lack of either, he sat down to groom himself, rasping his sandpaper tongue gently over the sensitive tip of his penis. He shuddered again and struggled to satisfy himself. Nothing he did helped though, and he knew to fix his problem, he had to do just one thing.

Closing his eyes, he willed himself into the dreams of the light orange she-cat.

Leafpool opened her eyes on a luscious green meadow, the likes of which she'd never seen. It didn't look like any of Starclan's hunting ground that she'd ever seen before, and she wondered briefly where she was. Before she could ponder this too much though, a bright blue butterfly danced past her face and she leapt up, giving chase. She was so intent on the delicate creature that she didn't notice the dark striped tom emerge in the tall grass and ran straight into him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" Leafpool explained, scuffling her forepaws in embarrasment, "Did I hurt you at all?" The gentle queen looked up, and blinked warmly at the broad shouldered tom before her. He was the spitting image of Brambleclaw. Could this cat be Tigerstar, her fathers greatest enemy? She looked around the meadows, with it's soft green blades, the steady flow of crystal clear water, and the multi-colored butterflies around her, and shook off the idea. How could a cat so evil, live in such a wonderful place like this?

She turned her attention back to the tabby standing before her, his head cocked slightly in curiosity as he followed her gaze. She studied his face, with the gently scarred muzzle, and the perfect whiskers, he was quite a handsome specimen. When her gaze finally rested on his warm amber eyes, she almost melted. They were full of an explainable heat, which traveled down her spine into her womanly folds, and she felt sudden wetness down below.

She soon found that she was unable to turn away and put her soft tail down quickly, attempting to hide the fact that she was so aroused from the tom. He could clearly smell her heat though, and he circled around her gently, deep brown fur brushing pale orange, his tail dipping under hers to softly stroke her wetness. He stalked around to behind her, putting his muzzle to her hole, and inhaling softly. Leafpool nearly shivered with delight, and she lifted her tail a little higher, allowing him to explore her.

She felt a rasping tongue swipe over her and she shivered. She let out a surprised hasp, which soon turned into a moan of pure pleasure as the Tom continued to lap at her sweetness like it was mothers milk, bringing her perilously close to the edge, before turning stiffly to walk away. Leafpool could have cried from disappointment and frustration.

"Why'd you stop?" She wailed, like a kit longing to stay outside a while longer, only to be rebuked by her mother.

"You're a medicine cat. It's wrong. I wouldn't want to take it from you." He replied, without turning around.

"I don't care." Leafpool moaned lustily, "Take me. Take me now!"

Tigerstar smirked. She was playing right into his paws. He wanted this just as much as she did, and he turned around to claim what was rightfully his. There she was, crouched before him, rump in the air, tail to the side, head turned back with a look of pure longing. Stalking up to her, Tigerstar took her scruff in his powerful jaws, and fiercely mounted her, tearing away her virginity in a single swipe. He continued to thrust into her soft folds, her pussy lips sucking his cock, his barbs scarping at her softness. She moaned sexily beneath his weight, and screeched, "More! MORE! Faster, and harder! Please, just FUCK MEEEE!" She screeched as a powerful orgasm hit her, coursing through her lithe body.

Tigerstar struggled to hold on, wanting this experience to last as long as possible, but her dirty talk and the luxurious way her cunt pulsed and shuddered on his dick was too much for even the powerful tom to resist, and he came long and hard. Her pussy was soon flooded with a hot, sticky liquid and his member was coated with her own. He left his manhood in for a while longer, and she rolled onto her back, letting his seed infect her eggs. She purred, satisfied at last, and soon she began to fade as the pale light of morning rose around her sleeping frame. She awake gently, feeling full and contented.

Little did she know, a few moons later, she'd give birth to her own litter of kits, two pale orange like herself, and one broad shouldered, dark tabby tom.