When Brook awoke she found herself stretched out in nest of dried moss and eagle feathers. She blinked in confusion at her surroundings. This wasn't the prey-hunter's sleeping hollow.

Around her stood tall pillars of rock, the moon shone through a crack in the roof turning the stone a gleaming white.

"I see you're awake."

Brook whipped around to see Rock staring at her with eerie green eyes, his brown fur neatly groomed.

"Where… where am I?" she muttered.

"In the Cave of Pointed Stones." Rock meowed dryly. "Or maybe you've been knocked out so long you've forgotten."

Brook let out a hiss of anger. "Say that again?" she spat.

Rock's eyes glared fury at her but he kept his voice calm, "I'll tell Stoneteller you're awake."

As he disappeared into the shadows Brook began to lick her matted tabby fur and memories came flooding back. She had tried to leap up onto a piece of rock but instead had toppled over into the stream. Why didn't anyone help me? She thought in frustration.

A flicker of movement at the entrance of the tunnel startled her and she twitched her ears. There was a brief pause then Storm leaped out of the darkness, his amber-yellow eyes shining.

Her eyes lit up and she stepped cautiously out of the scoop in the ground and turned to face him. Storm wasted no time hurtling into her, making her fall back into the nest she had slept in.

"Oh Brook!" he cried, covering in a caress of licks and nuzzles. "I thought you'd never wake up!"

"Well I'm awake now." She retorted lightly as she swatted his ear with one dainty paw. He purred in amusement and was about to say something when Stoneteller appeared beside them.

"I assume you are feeling better then Brook?" he meowed.

Brook dipped her head in respect, "Yes."

"Good." He gently ran his nose down her flank checking her breathing. "You might have a chill." He declared at last.

He dipped his paw in a polite gesture then returned to his den—a small cavern in the side of the mountain.

Storm stared after him for a moment then lay down next to Brook and touched his nose to hers.

Brook saw her own love reflected in those amber pools and the worry and excitement. Everything else in the cave vanished and it was only she and he staring at each other with wordless affection.

The silence was finally broken as Brook let out a purr, "Storm. I'd like to have kits."

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