The shrill calls of birds filled the air as the sun beamed down on the territories. It was a clear day, without clouds or any disturbances. Thunderclan's camp was busy as always, each cat finding something to do.

The kits were happily playing a game of mossball in the camp, the queens watching them and smiling. The elders were exchanging stories and small-talk, and Firestar was talking with his deputy Graystripe. Sandstorm lay on a rock in the clearing, purring as the sun warmed her pelt.

Meanwhile, Brambleclaw was visiting his apprentice Squirrelpaw. He smiled as they small-talked. Sandstorm stood, stretching her limbs. She padded over to Brambleclaw and Squirrelpaw, asking if they wanted to go on a hunting patrol. They both nodded, and the group of three padded out of the camp.

The trio trotted through the undergrowth, skirting around trees and bushes, until they found a clearing. "Alright, Squirrelpaw, you go right and me and Brambleclaw will go left. We'll meet up at camp when we're done."Sandstorm spoke, and Squirrelpaw tilted her head. "Why wouldn't I go with my mentor?"The ginger she-cat questioned, and Sandstorm growled.

"The last time we went hunting in a group, you scared off all of the prey with your yapping. This time, you can scare it all off and we'll be successful in actually catching something. Now go."Sandstorm huffed. Squirrelpaw murmured something about older cats, and padded off.

Sandstorm padded in the opposite direction, flicking her tail for Brambleclaw to follow her. She scented the air, and smelled a mouse a couple tail lengths away. She got into a hunter's crouch, stalking toward the smell. She spotted the mouse, and leapt, finishing it off quickly.

The two cats managed to catch a decent amount of prey, the two of them combined catching about two pieces of prey each. They were a decent distance from camp when they gathered up their prey and started to pad toward camp. Suddenly, Brambleclaw dropped his prey and stopped padding through the forest. Sandstorm paused as well, ears flicking.

"Brambleclaw? Why'd you stop?" Sandstorm spoke, and Brambleclaw huffed. "I'm sorry, I just can't ignore it any longer." He spoke, and turned to Sandstorm. He leapt, pinning the she-cat under his weight. "I can smell your heat, Sandstorm. It's been driving me crazy and I can't restrain myself anymore." The tom quickly spoke, breathing heavily.

Sandstorm's eyes widened, but she just nodded. She had been trying hard to ignore her heat, and the truth was it had been driving her crazy too. " Alright. Get off of me and we can take care of each-other's problems." She agreed, and Brambleclaw climbed off of her.

"Sit and let me do the work for now."Sandstorm ordered, and Brambleclaw obeyed. She padded to the tom, bending down and beginning to lick the tom's tom member. He exhaled heavily as the pale-furred she-cat licked the tom's sheath, his member starting to poke out. Sandstorm moved her muzzle up, licking the tip of his member. Soon, his entire member was showing, and she took it into her mouth. "Ngh-..Yo-you're really good at this, Sandstorm.."The tom grunted as the she-cat bobbed her head up and down, sucking his member. She rubbed what she didn't put in her mouth with her front paws.

She kept going, swirling her sandpaper-like tongue over the tip of his member every-so-often to drive him that much more insane. He groaned, breathing heavily."A-Ah..Sandstorm I'm gonna-.."The tom warned, but she didn't stop. She continued to suck his member, even when it started to tense and twitch.

Brambleclaw grunted, moving his own hips to thrust deep into the she-cat's throat. He came in her mouth, the hot,thick liquid pouring into her throat. The she-cat swallowed it all, and pulled away from his member. Her core was soaking wet by now, and her breathing was labored.

"Alright, It's your turn to be pleasured..turn around."He stated, and Sandstorm nodded. She turned around, and Brambleclaw stood. He padded closer to her core, lifting a paw and rubbing it. Sandstorm moaned quietly, and the tom traded his paw for his tongue. He began to lick her core, and the she-cat started to shiver from the pleasure.

"Ah-..Brambleclaw~.."Sandstorm murmured, moaning. The tom let out a low rumble as he continued to lap at the she-cat's core. Sandstorm eventually came, and Brambleclaw licked up all of the juices that flowed out of her core. The tom mounted the sandy-furred she-cat, rubbing the tip of his member against her core to tease her.

Sandstorm let out another moan, and Brambleclaw slowly pushed his member into her core. Sandstorm hissed in pain, and Brambleclaw waited for her to adjust. After a short time had passed, Sandstorm let out a breath. "Okay, you can move now.." Sandstorm spoke, and Brambleclaw gave a curt nod. He began to thrust in and out of the she-cat's core slowly. He didn't want the barbs on his member to hurt her that bad, so he went slow at first.

Sandstorm's eyes were narrowed in pain as the barbs on the tom's member ripped up her walls. Soon, the pain turned to pleasure. She began to moan in pure bliss at each slow thrust, " A-ah..Brambleclaw, speed up please.."

The tom obeyed, moving in and out at a faster pace than before."Bramblecl-claw..your member is so much bigger than Fi-Firestar's!..."Sandstorm moaned, and Brambleclaw enjoyed every word of it. He thrusted deep inside of the she-cat's core, groaning in pleasure.

The tom pulled out completely, before ramming back inside of the she-cat quickly. Sandstorm let out a loud moan, rocking her hips with every thrust. The only sounds that were heard were the two cats moaning and the wet, lewd noises of the pair mating.

Brambleclaw sped up in his thrusting, going even faster. "Sandstorm,I'm going to-..."Brambleclaw grunted, and Sandstorm just nodded. The tom thrusted deep inside of her, cumming into her womb. The tom pulled out, collapsing next to the sandy-furred she-cat.

"What're we going to tell Firestar when you have my kits?.." The tom huffed, breathing heavily. Sandstorm shrugged, "I'll think of something." She responded. The two cats cleaned themselves, and padded back to camp after grabbing the prey they had caught earlier. Squirrelpaw was less than happy at the fact that they took longer than she had to return to camp.


A couple moons later…

Sandstorm lay in the nursery, two kits laying next to her, kneading her belly and suckling. One was a sandy-furred she-kit with darker golden tabby stripes and brown dapples. The other one was a brown tabby tom with a sandy underbelly. Firestar sat beside her, hissing to himself quietly. "That rogue will pay for what he did to you, Sandstorm. I promise on it." The leader growled.

Sandstorm just sighed. "Let's not worry about that right now. For now, let's name our new kits, Firestar." The newly made queen spoke softly, thoroughly exhausted from kitting. "The pale she-kit will be named Shorekit." Firestar decided, and Sandstorm smiled at the name. "The brown tabby will be named Thrushkit." Sandstorm decided. Firestar nodded at the name, accepting of it. He looked at the kits, slightly resenting them. "I can't believe she's so accepting of kits that resulted from her being raped by some rogue.." Firestar thought. "Whichever cat did this to her, I'll kill them for raping my mate.."