Alright, I know that this chapter was SUPPOSED to be about Brook and Crag, but I changed my mind. I mean, I want to write about a different setting you know? Plus it would probably get boring reading the same character's POV two chapters in a row. Sorry if you are upset about the change, but I hope you like this chapter anyway.

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FOREVER

DUSTPAW/DUSTPELT x SANDPAW/SANDPELT

She was beautiful. The way her pale orange fur glowed in the light of the greenleaf sun and the way her muscles rippled under her short coat made her look like one of the legendary members of LionClan. Her leaf-green eyes danced with gorgeous sparks as she calmly surveyed the camp, an indifferent expression on her magnificent face. She flicked one perfectly triangular ear and the tip of her lean tail twitched as she spotted the pale tabby tom. He felt his heart stop as she rose to her dainty paws and prowled across the clearing towards him, her stunning body shining like fire under the sun.

"Hey Dustpaw," she purred in her alluring voice, blinking slowly at him as she touched noses with him. Her touch sent his mind whirling away into a pool of euphoria, and her green eyes so close to his made his paws tingle.

"Hi Sandpaw," he whispered, unable to remove his amber gaze from hers.

"Want to go hunting?" the she-cat asked, rolling onto her back and waving one paw lazily in the air. Dustpaw followed her every movement with an avid gaze, wanting to capture every moment she was near him forever in his adoring mind.

"Love to," he purred, trying to keep his voice matching her own indifferent tone, "now?"

"Why not? I'm as hungry as a badger!" Sandpaw leapt to her paws in one fluid motion, shaking out her pelt in a flurry of orange light. "Sunningrocks?" she suggested, her statuesque head tilting slightly to the side as she watched him.

"Sounds great," he breathed. He hardly noticed the cats around him as he followed his enchantress out of the gorse tunnel into the deep green world of the ThunderClan forest. His eyes followed every delicate pawstep, every swipe of her tail and every twitch of her whiskers hungrily.

Suddenly the siren stopped, raising her head higher in the air and opening her pale jaws to scnt the air. She let out a hiss on triumph and crouched down, her golden pelt disappearing behind the stems of bracken all around them. Dustpaw followed her lead and sunk down low until the fur on his belly touched the ground. Sandpaw was so close to him – he couldn't think, he could barely breathe. He wanted to press his side against her, wanted to feel her soft fur against his, hear her soft voice purring in his ears, and feel her tail slowly twining with his…

The tabby was startled out of his fantasy as Sandpaw sprung forward towards her prey. Her claws stretched out of the pads of her paws and her lips were curled in a vicious snarl. She landed with a thump, and her head darted forward. A moment later she stood up, a triumphant gleam in her eyes and a plump mouse angling from her jaws. She padded back to where Dustpaw still rested and dropped her catch by his paws.

"Want to share?" she asked, waving her tail slowly back and forth.

"Definitely," Dustpaw licked his lips and took a bite of the sweet flesh. It tasted all the better because crouching right in front of him was the she-cat he loved, and her almond-shaped eyes were staring straight into his.

"Come on, we still have to hunt for the Clan," Sandpaw mewed after they had buried the bones of their illegal meal, "if Whitestorm finds out I ate before feeding the elders he'll have my pelt for kit-bedding." She twitched her tail in mock-fright, and then began to bound ahead again on the route to Sunningrocks.

I he lays one paw on you I'll flay him. Dustpaw promised, rage boiling up under his skin as he imagined the proud white warrior attacking his beloved. Of course he knew that Whitestorm would never actually attack an apprentice, or any member of his Clan, but just the thought of any cat hurting Sandpaw was enough to send Dustpaw into a blind rage.

"Come on!" Sandpaw called over her shoulder, waiting for her companion at the top of a gently sloping hill. Dustpaw nodded and bounded up to stand next to her. Suddenly an idea struck him, and he purred. Crouching low, he sprung at Sandpaw, bowling her off her paws and sending them both tumbling down the hill.

Dustpaw twisted and rolled down the grassy slope, his paws pinning Sandpaw down as they fell. The two rolled over and over, until at last they drew to a stop at the bottom of the hill, just in sight of the flat grey stones of Sunningrocks.

Dustpaw flopped onto the grass, his head spinning and his whiskers twitching with laughter. Glancing over at Sandpaw he saw her lying less than a mousetail from him, annoyance and amusement mingling together on her face.

"Mousebrain," she hissed affectingly, cuffing Dustpaw over one ear. Dustpaw hissed in mock-anger and jumped to his paws. He sized Sandpaw, and then leapt for her again, pinning her under him. Sandpaw growled and pushed him off her with her powerful hind legs. Letting out a "fiercesome" yowl and leapt on Dustpaw. She scrabbled her sheathed paws against his back and fastened her teeth in his scruff. It stung, but Sandpaw was careful not to draw blood.

Dustpaw bucked and jerked, but Sandpaw did not budge. She hung on until at last, exhausted, Dustpaw collapsed under her weight on the ground.

"Pinn'd ya!" Sandpaw hissed in Dustpaw's ear.

For once the tabby didn't care that he had been beaten, all he could think of were her paws on his shoulders, and her muzzle inches away from his face. Shaking his pelt he slipped out from under her.

"Good-job," he purred, licking her cheek.

Sandpaw looked a little surprised by the show of affection, but did not draw away. Instead she sidled up closer to him, and twined her tail with his.

Dustpaw froze, his amber eyes widened until he was sure they would fall right out of his head. He had to be dreaming, there was no way that the perfect, bewitching, ravishing goddess he had been in love with for moons was really pressing up against him and purring in his ears. Dustpelt shook his head slowly. This was no dream. He could smell the grass and hear the river. This was reality.

Turning his head slowly, Dustpaw rested his chin on Sandpaw's head and gently began to groom her ears. He was sure that he didn't imagine her silky purr merging with his as she rubbed her muzzle against his neck.

"Sandpaw, Dustpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Sandpaw raised her head proudly, her eyes glowing with a light that made Dustpaw's paw prickle, "I do." She murmured, curling her tail around her paws.

"I do," I whispered, surprised that I managed to keep it level there were so many emotions boiling inside me. Pride, excitement, exhilaration, desire, love… I had waited my entire life for this moment, and for Sandpaw, the cat that meant more to me than anything in the world, shared it with me was more than I could ever have asked for.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names: Sandpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sandstorm. StarClan honors your courage and your spirit and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Bluestar rested her muzzle on Sandstorm's head, and Sandstorm licked her leader's shoulder respectfully. Dustpaw couldn't help but staring at her, a longing expression gleaming in his eyes as his amber gaze traveled from Sandstorm's dazzling muzzle to the tip of her exquisite tail. She was perfect, and she held his heart in her perfect paws. And she couldn't have a more gorgeous name either – Sandstorm, it fit her as well as her own pelt. It held all of her fierce beauty, wild spirit and magnificent charm.

Dustpaw was so caught up in admiring Sandstorm that he almost missed his own name.

"Dustpaw, from this moment you will be known as Dustpelt. StarClan honors your bravery and honesty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Now it was his own head that she rested her grey muzzle on. He leant forward and swiped his tongue over the thick fur on her shoulder. Then he stepped back and stood beside Sandstorm. He linked the tip of his tail with hers, and chanted her name with the Clan.

"Sandstorm, Sandstorm, Sandstorm!" he yowled, not even hearing the moments when he own name was thrown in as well. All that mattered to him was Sandstorm, even his own being paled in comparison to the magnificent being that was Sandstorm.

X...S...X

The moon and stars glimmered down on the ThunderClan camp, turning the clearing to silver. The area was empty except for two warriors sitting by the entrance, their fur pressed together and their tail entwined.

"Sandstorm," Dustpelt whispered, pulling her even closer against his body.

"Mmmm," Sandstorm murmured, her eyes closed as she rested her head against her compaion's broad shoulder.

"I love you," the world stood still as Dustpelt spoke. All he could see was Sandstorm's ravishing figure, all he could hear was the silence as he waited for her answer. The only thought racing through his mind was,

Sandstorm, I love you.

Slowly Sandstorm opened two dazzling green eyes and looked up into Dustpelt's face. The expression of pure bliss on her stunning face took his breath away.

She pressed tightly against him and slowly drew her tail around on his chest and then she opened her jaws and murmured, "Dustpelt, I thought you'd never say that. I love you too, forever."

Dustpelt purred loud enough for ShadowClan to hear.

I love Dust x Sand together, I'm not sure why. They are so cute together!