A/N
This was my first request starring Brackenpaw, Bramblepaw, and Sorrelpaw! Unfortunately, they weren't apprenticed at the same time, so I hope you don't mind me changing a couple things.

Brackenfur stretched out, purring in satisfaction as he basked in the warmth. The sun reflected off the sheer stone walls surrounding the peaceful camp. He opened his eyes lazily and noticed Sorreltail picking apart a mouse halfheartedly. She was in obvious discomfort: her tail was twitching restlessly, and her eyes flitted around as if at any moment she would be attacked.

Brackenfur felt the urge to go ask her what was wrong, but his paws held him back for some reason. The way she was acting gave him a feeling she wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Brackenfur?" The tabby tom blinked in surprise. Brambleclaw stood above him, nudging him impatiently with his paw. "I just told Sorreltail to go on a hunting patrol," he mewed, his eyes narrowed. "She snapped at me and stalked out of camp. Do you know why she's being so... short?"

"No, why?" Brackenfur asked, blinking.

"Everyone in the Clan can see how you feel about her," Brambleclaw pointed out dryly. "I was just wondering if you knew."

Brackenfur flicked his ear. He shrugged, his fur growing hot. "That's ok," he muttered. "It's not like I should feel bad about liking her."

"Obviously, mousebrain," Brambleclaw snorted. "Can you at least talk to her? Ask her what's going on?"

Brackenfur stood up. "You know," he meowed thoughtfully, "I think she may be in heat." Brambleclaw coughed awkwardly, and Brackenfur could see the immediate lust in his eyes.

"Alright then," he said shortly. "Then could you handle her?"

"What do you mean?" Brackenfur forced his fur to lie flat, offended at how dismissive the younger tom sounded in regards to Sorreltail.

"Y'know," Brambleclaw prompted. "Mate with her so next time she doesn't bite my tail off."

Brackenfur cleared his throat. "That's not just something that I can go up and do."

"If anything, I have a hunch that she'd welcome the relief," Brambleclaw commented tartly. His eyes suddenly gleamed uncharacteristically. "I could always do it myself if you refused," he threatened.

Brackenfur scented the she-cats' heat in the air, the Clan's tension. It was getting to the toms; he could see it in the way they moved. And Brambleclaw could smell it too.

"Brackenfur," Brambleclaw mewed, nudging him again. "I have a better idea."

Sorreltail stomped through the trees, her fur bristling. During the dawn patrol, at the WindClan border, a cat had the audacity to comment on her body. She unsheathed her claws, fury coursing through her veins. She just wanted to get rid of this stupid heat.

Sorreltail froze. She sniffed the air, whipping around as Brackenfur and Brambleclaw padded towards her.

"Need some help?" Brackenfur asked, touching his nose to hers. Sorreltail felt her core tingling just by seeing him.

"I'd like that," she murmured. "But why's Brambleclaw here?"

Brackenfur circled her, brushing his tail against her muzzle. "I hope you don't mind him here," he mewed. "He's here to help."

Brambleclaw prowled up to Sorreltail and pushed her gently onto her back. "Let us do all the work," he purred.

Brackenfur licked her cheek and ran his tail over her core, tickling it. He rubbed it, slowly increasing speed. Sorreltail arched her back, breathing heavily.

Brambleclaw made his way to her head, his member dangling between his legs. He let it slide across Sorreltail's face, feeling it hardening. Without hesitation, the she-cat grasped it between her jaws and began to swirl her tongue around it in her mouth. He let out a moan and instinctively began thrusting it deeper.

Brackenfur could feel warm moisture seeping into his tail fur as he stroked in between Sorreltail's soft folds. He pushed his tail tip inside her wet core and wriggled it around, his member erecting as he heard her soft gasp.

"Great StarClan Brackenfur," Sorreltail mumbled around Brambleclaw's member. "Just put it in."

Brackenfur removed his tail and positioned himself over her, nudging her core. "Ready?" he asked. It took no more than a nod for him to slide it in, letting out a thrilled groan. He breathed in, smelling in the sweet scent of Sorreltail's heat. He pumped in and out, clenching his teeth, pleasure flooding his body.

Sorreltail loved feeling her body being racked back and forth by the two toms thrusting in her mouth and core. She let out a screech of pleasure as Brackenfur hit her G-spot and panted, hardly catching her breath as Brambleclaw pushed his member into her throat.

"I can't-!" Brambleclaw yowled, his back spasming. His seed exploded inside Sorreltail's mouth. It dribbled from her jaws and onto the ground. Brambleclaw fell on his back, panting heavily. A heartbeat later, Brackenfur let out a screech and collapsed as well. Sorreltail's chest heaved, thick white liquid dripping from her core.

"We'll see you at camp," Brackenfur meowed. He got to his paws, lapping at his fur briefly, before padding towards camp with Brambleclaw following behind.

As they walked in an awkward silence, Bambleclaw finally spoke. "Is it just me, or are you just not satisfied yet?" Brackenfur glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He could tell what the ThundeerClan deputy was thinking.

"Let's make it quick," he mewed.

In less than a heartbeat, Brackenfur was on his stomach and Brambleclaw was on top of him. He let out a hiss and yet he could feel his member stiffening, pain and pleasure filling his mind. Brambleclaw thrusted rapidly before letting his seed loose.

"Just don't tell Squirrelflight," Brambleclaw sighed. "She'd rip my fur off."

"StarClan forbid," Brackenfur muttered. He stood up and headed for the camp.

Another A/N
Sorry for the rush at the end!