Two dark figures broke out over the horizon: Cats.

One was a dark grey tom and the other a brown tabby she-cat with a bright white chest. As the pair trekked over the hills, the tabby she-cat began to lag behind.

"Crowfeather, I'm starting to get tired," she meowed in a soft voice, pressing her nose into the tom's shoulder.

Crowfeather looked back at the she-cat, love in his blue eyes as he rested his head on hers.

"We can stop now for the night if you want," he whispered, pressing his nose deep into the fur on her head.

"Thank you," she gasped, slowly crouching down to ground. Crowfeather followed her to the ground, the two cats curling up together as he started licking the top of her head.

"Leafpool," he whispered softly into her ear, "Today is the first day of our new life together. A life of freedom,"

"Yes…" Leafpool purred at his reassuring words. They had finally run away from the Clans; from everything that was keeping them apart. She could now indulge in all of the desires and urges that she had been feeling lately. She wanted Crowfeather, and now she could have him.

Apparently Crowfeather had the same idea, as her started nibbling on her ear, causing Leafpool to moan softly. He slowly began to lick down her neck, nipping at her scruff as if he was ready to grasp it at any moment.

Suddenly, an image of Cinderpelt flashed through Leafpool's mind. Feeling disgusted with what she was doing, she let out a sudden squeak of discomfort and shifted herself away from Crowfeather.

"Leafpool…" He meowed, shocked, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know this was making you uncomfortable. If you don't want to do this, I…"

"No, Crowfeather…" Leafpool mewed softly, "I-I want to do this, but…" she trailed off, the image of Cinderpelt still burned into her mind.

She still couldn't shake off her life as a medicine cat. She could still feel Cinderpelt's disappointment at her letting a tom touch her.

The she-cat who had fallen in love wanted Crowfeather, but the medicine cat inside her couldn't help but feel disgusted at what she was about to do. Suddenly, Crowfeather's words rang in her ears again.

Today is the first day of our new life together. New life. The old life had been left behind. All of these inhibitions had stayed with the Clans; this new Leafpool was free to live however she wanted. The new Leafpool belonged to Crowfeather, and Crowfeather belonged to the new Leafpool.

Suddenly feeling much more sure of herself, Leafpool turned back to face Crowfeather. She saw the concern glowing in his bright blue eyes, and couldn't help but stifle a giggle.

She stepped forward and pressed her nose to his, closing her eyes in bliss. Crowfeather was a bit shocked at first, but soon pressed back.

He started licking her face, and began working his way across her muzzle, starting to nibble at her neck again.

This time, Leafpool responded with a moan and slowly slid down into a crouching position. As Crowfeather wound around her, she put her tail up, spreading her legs to give Crowfeather a good view of her core.

Crowfeather's eyes widened at the sight. Staring at her tight pink hole, he began to tremble with anticipation as he moved his face up to her hindquarters.

He began sniffing at her core, bringing his nose closer to the hot pink flesh. Leafpool couldn't help but groan as Crowfeather's nose brushed softly against her.

In the Clans, other cats weren't even allowed to see this part of her, never mind caress it as Crowfeather was. Yet as Crowfeather began to push his nose into her secret forbidden area, Leafpool couldn't help but let out a moan of pure ecstasy.

Crowfeather continued nuzzling against Leafpool, rubbing harder as she began to cry out. He suddenly took out his tongue and began to slowly draw it along her core, rhythmically licking at her soft spot.

He began moving his tongue in circles around the tight hole, leaving Leafpool gasping for more as he flicked his tongue across her opening every few strokes.

Leafpool cried out in ecstasy as Crowfeather suddenly pushed his tongue inside of her. She could barely breathe, panting as his tongue moved around inside of her, striking just the right spot.

Leafpool felt as if he legs would give way any minute, until Crowfeather finally pulled himself away from her. He then climbed on top of her and whispered into her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," Leafpool answered, still regaining her breath, "Crowfeather, I love you, and I want to be with you. Please, make me yours,"

Not having to ask twice, Crowfeather grabbed her scruff, pressing his hardness against her soft flesh. In one swift movement, he thrust himself into her.

In that moment, Leafpool's sacred vow as a medicine cat had been broken, yet as Crowfeather struck deep inside of her, she could not help but yowl to the heavens, her sins erased from her mind in that glorious moment.

Crowfeather squeezed her hips between his, trying to push himself as deep as he could before drawing out. He thrust right back in, eliciting another scream from Leafpool.

He started to jerk his hips back and forth, sending wild ecstasy coursing through Leafpool's body as he rushed through her folds.

She began to buck her hips backwards, driving him deeper, and screaming each time he struck just the right spot.

Crowfeather could barely contain himself as he felt Leafpool's muscles tighten around him. His grunts became more and more frantic as his thrusts became more and more frequent.

Both cats could feel tension building within them, and when they finally couldn't hold it anymore, they both released, an explosion of juices erupting from both of them.

They screamed to the heavens as they released, all of their love coming into the world as unimaginable sensations of ecstasy that rapt their bodies.

They rode out the explosion of pleasure as Crowfeather pumped his seed deep into Leafpool's body, until the ecstasy finally came to an end, their tense bodies collapsing as their muscles give in.

The two cats lay on the ground, short for breath, and still reliving their glorious union. They suddenly shifted, gazing into each other's eyes. Lost in each other gaze, the two stayed like that as their heads cleared.

Crowfeather eventually turned his head towards the horizon. "It's almost dawn," he mewed, "Should we head out again?"

"No," Leafpool whispered, pressing her head deeper into his shoulder fur, "Just a bit longer…"

"Okay," Crowfeather mewed, licking her affectionately.

As the two lay together, washing each other, Leafpool looked up to the stars, no longer seeing the accusing stares of her warrior ancestors, and finally thought to herself: So this is my new life?

Good, she thought with a smile.