OK, sorry that took so long! I was actually slightly surprised at the fact that you guys wanted some Silverstripe and Nightsky back. I was also surprised at the fact you guys wanted more of Shadow. I didn't fit him in :( but I'll try to get him in the next chapter. OK, ready, set, READ!

HAWKWIND

Hawkwind paced alongside the warrior's den where Spottedheart was sound asleep. She sure slept a lot lately, and he was the only cat who had the foggiest idea why. Lashing his tail, he growled under his breath. He debated with himself, trying to decide if he should ask Spottedheart out hunting or not.

She's sleeping. You shouldn't wake her. Why don't you wait until she wakes up, then ask her? His heart pounded. On one paw, he had the chance of it right no. He also had the likely possibility of Spottedheart waking up and clawing his ears off, then his chance would be ruined. If he waited, he could possibly do it, and then everybody would be happy, especially him. Of course, he would have to wait forever, and he didn't know if he could wait that long.

His pelt grew hot as he padded into the warriors den. Spottedheart lay fast asleep in her nest. Her chest rose and fell to a steady rhythm, and her perfect fur was glossy. She smelled…funny, though. Hawkwind was pretty sure why.

With a pounding heart, he lay down next to her, their pelts pressed together. He put his head down on his paws and decided to wait for her. With a heavy sigh, he settled himself down for a long wait.

Flicking his tail anxiously, he felt it hit something hot and irresistible. He heard a soft moan escape the sleeping lips of Spottedheart. His eyes widened as a plan of his own took hold. Looking guiltily around, he made sure no cats were there to witness his actions. With a happy shudder, he shoved his tail into Spottedheart's mouth, and began to lick her. Everywhere.

SILVERSTRIPE

Silverstripe, now fully cured of his mystery illness, padded around the Cloudclan camp. He missed Spottedheart something terrible, and he hadn't been able to find her. His length throbbed painfully all the time, itching for her tight walls.

"Hello, gorgeous." The mew from behind startled him. He jumped, and the familiar mrow of laughter caused his pelt to grow hot.

"Hey, Nightsky," he said, gently licking the top of her head in between her ears. She purred softly.

"Wanna go hunting?" Nightsky asked seductively. She waggled her hindquarters at him teasingly. Silverstripe chewed his bottom lip, lost in thought. He could not, however, ignore the tight, hot flesh that he caught a glimpse of as Nightsky flicked her tail over his ears.

"You know you want to."

"Starclan, yeah, I do." Together, they bounded into the forest.

NIGHTSKY

Nightsky ran as fast as she could. Silverstripe chased after her, like a cat on a mouse. She made sure that he got an eyeful as she forced him to chase her everywhere. Leaping high, she climbed a tree and did not stop until she was hidden by the leafy canopy.

Moments later, Silverstripe bounded up to the tree, still chasing her. He stopped, and sniffed the air. Growling softly, he climbed the tree. Nightsky waited motionless for him.

Emerging onto her branch, Silverstripe approached her slowly, his hips swinging. His halfway out length swung in time to his hips, and Nightsky felt herself grow moist. Licking his chops, Silverstripe advanced. When he was only a tail-length away, Nightsky made her move.

Leaping onto him, she pinned him down. His pink length flopped to one side, and her eyes were drawn to it. Purring loudly, she licked it swiftly. He moaned, his tomhood growing longer. She clamped her jaws around it and covered tit in a barrage in licks. He groaned loudly, and she renewed her efforts. She nibbled it up and down, and even stuck her tongue in the slit at the end. Swirling her tongue, she felt it stiffen, and a river of sticky cum shot into her jaws. She swallowed it gratefully, and when Silverstripe moaned, she continued her torment.

Licking, swirling, sucking, and nibbling she worked her way along his length. Her eyes closed pure bliss, and she was caught off guard when another river of cum shot into her mouth. She barely swallowed it, choking on the sweet stuff.

She felt the air whoosh by her, and she landed flat on her back, the rough bark of the branch poking into her pelt. His breath hit her moist core, and she moaned softly. With closed eyes, she focused all her attention on the rough tongue that licked her chest and belly fur. The sensation was wonderful, yet torturing. Her steaming core begged for his stuff inside her, but he took his time.

She dug her claws into the tree branch, and hissed angrily. She was sure she saw a smile play on Silverstripe's lips, but she wasn't sure, for the next moment her eyes were closed tight and she was moaning loudly as his tongue grazed over her core.

Yowling loudly, Nightsky relished the feeling of a tongue inside her steaming core. She grew impatient, however, at his turtle pace. With a low hiss, she wrapped her ink black tail around his unsheathed length. She attempted to guide it into her red core, but he avoided it. In desperation, she yanked it hard, and Silverstripe was momentarily weakened. She took this moment to tug his hindquarters to her mouth and pulled his length into her mouth.

Silverstripe groaned, but his tongue remained in her core, licking every inch of it. She sucked his tomhood, preparing him for her insides. It hardened, and he shot more sticky fluids into her mouth. At the same time, her core squelched, and clear she-cat juices leaked out. Silverstripe lapped them up greedily.

Pulling himself out of her mouth and core, Silverstripe stood up, his long length swinging in front of her face. Swinging his hips dramatically, he pulled her roughly to her feet. She happily obliged, giving a shudder of happiness in anxiety for what was to come. She crouched and lifted her tail high into the air. She gasped as the cool air hit it full on.

Gripping the branch with her claws, she fought to keep her balance as he mounted her awkwardly. Their tails entwined together, he slowly pushed himself in, giving her time to adjust. She didn't need much time, they did this every other day usually. She purred, and wiggled her rear end.

"Hold still," Silverstripe growled softly. His warm breath tickled her ear, and she purred happily. Slowly, he pulled out, and she gasped. The emptiness was almost overwhelming, but she yowled as he shoved himself in again, this time with more vigor. He yanked out, and shoved in. In, out, in out. How long this went on, she did not know. She was lost in the wonderfulness of it.

Sometime, a river of cum flowed into her core, filling her up. She yowled happily, and she felt him pump her faster, harder. Stars danced in front of her closed eyes, and she yowled loud enough to be heard back at camp.

OK, I tried to leave you hanging on purpose, and I would highly suggest REREADING THAT LAST SENTANCE! It MAY or may not be important...

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