Name: Powderedpath (Powder before she led a rebellion against Ashstar and Hawkstar)

Appearance: White based she-cat with black splotches and green eyes

Personality: She is a happy-go-lucky she-cat that is too brave for her own good, though she can be loving.

Family: Leafpool (Mother, long story), Brambleclaw (Father)

Other Important Facts: best friends Fiji (Fallingflame in Clans) and Lilly. She doesn't love Fiji/Fallingflame...yet

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Name: Fallingflame (Fiji before rebellion)

Appearance: Tabby and white tomcat with amber eyes, no relation to Brambleclaw WHAT SO EVER

Personality: Funny and out going

Family: Unimportant

Other Important Facts: He and Powderedpath have known each other since they were little kits. He loves Powderedpath, but is afraid to tell her.

She Who Sulks In The Shadows: I hope you like this one…I'm not exactly sure of the nature of their friendship/love, but I'll do my best with the info you gave me. Also, I am putting them in ThunderClan, although it doesn't matter very much. Sorry if that's not the right Clan, but in this case it really doesn't make very much of a difference. Enjoy!

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"Fallingflame! Fallingflame! FALLINGFLAME!" The tabby tomcat jerked awake with a yelp of surprise. He had been dreaming, a lovely dream about hunting a fat, juicy mouse, when all of sudden something and poked him very hard in the ribs.

Fallingflame looked up, mouth open to make an annoyed remark, when he caught sight of who had so rudely woken him up. It was Poweredpath, her fiery green eyes staring down at him with an expression of furious frustration.

"Get up!" she cried, backing out of the warriors den with an exasperated yowl. Fallingflame was frozen for a moment, before his shook his head to clear the thoughts of Powderedpath from his mind, and rose slowly to his feet, taking a minute to stretch his stiff muscles before padding into the foggy ThunderClan camp.

"I shouted in your ear for ten minutes, you great lazy furball!" meowed Powderedpath indignantly as he emerged. He blinked at her, sleep still making his thoughts fuzzy, and meowed a slurred reply.

"I'mzorrrry." The words blurred together, and he yawned widely, stretching again. "Sorry. I was up late last night with Lilly, fixing the camp wall."

Powderedpath narrowed her eyes. "Whatever, mouse-brain. Come on, we have dawn patrol."

Fallingflame nodded, and followed her meekly out of the camp, his eyes trained on her beautiful speckled pelt. For a moment he longed to pad closer and just brush against it…he shook his head again, trying to rid himself of the distracting idea.

"I wonder how ShadowClan are getting along after the rebellion," Powderedpath mused, padding through dappled shadows that covered the forest floor.

"Just like you to think of them, Powder," Fallingflame meowed quietly. He met her gaze with a pleading look. Suddenly realizing it, he turned away, shame burning beneath his pelt.

Powderedpath paused. "You must be really tired…" she mewed vaguely, a question in her voice.

"Oh I am," he said more loudly, bounding ahead. He smiled at her over his shoulder – a very carefully detached smile. She returned it, following him with a joyful laugh.

"Let's go to the lake!" she cried after a moment, stopping suddenly, and resting her tail on his shoulder. His pelt prickled, and he skidded to a stop, desperately scrambling at the rough ground. She sprung to his side, giggling like a kit. She flicked his ear with her tail tip. He stared at her, half standing and half face planting in the dust. He immediately straightened, shaking off the discomfort.

"Sure," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. It came out as a strangled squeak. A cough followed, as he tried to frantically to cover up the dreadful sound.

Powderedpath eyed him suspiciously. "Whatever," he heard her murmur. He cringed, trotting miserably behind her as she made her way through the forest to the lakeshore. Why am I always so fox-brained when I'm around her? He asked himself, He knew the answer, but he was afraid to admit it, lest she not feel the same way about him.

"Come on, slow-slug!" she called, pausing for a moment at the crest of a hill, her tail waving above her head. Fallingflame picked up his pace, galloping to her side.

"Look!" She waved a paw at the view from the hill. Fallingflame looked out. From there, they could see the lake, glittering in the morning light. The hills surrounding it were reflected in the water, and little wavelets were like glittering paw-prints dappling the water.

"It's so pretty, Fiji…" Powderedpath murmured, calling him by his old, loner's name.

Before he could stop himself, Fallingflame mewed, "Just like you." The moment the words escaped his jaws he clamped them shut, the fur on his ruff bristling. He flinched, opening his mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly Powderedpath began to purr, and he stopped, staring at her with wide eyes.

"You mean it?" she purred, gazing up at him with glistening green eyes.

"I – I –" he stammered. "Well-yes, yes I do, but-"

"Thank you!" she laughed, and pressed her nose against his shoulder. He was frozen, staring at her in awe.

"P-Powder?" he questioned. He felt himself leaning in to her, and quickly stopped, his whiskers trembling.

"Yes, Fiji?" she asked good-humoredly, her tail whisking across the grass.

"Do you - do you-"

Powderedpath smiled widely. "Love you?"

Fallingflame nodded eagerly, unable to say the words. His eyes were pleading.

"Well…do you love me?" she queried, looking up as she sidled closer. He pelt brushed his and his paws began to tingle.

"Yes!" he blurted. Once again he was about to instantly take it back, appalled, but Powderedpath had closed her eyes and was pressed against his side, vibrating with a thick purr.

"Then I love you too."

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So cute!