Thanks for reading my story everyone! I hope your all enjoying it. Sandstorm and Cinderpelt are in heat, and I was looking up the symptoms on google. They are not appropriate for a T rating, so please forgive some inconsistencies! I don't own warriors! Review!
Cinderpelt woke up, desperately trying to fall back asleep. She had dreamed about her and Fireheart, with no Brackenfur or Sandstorm. She was drawing in deep breaths, her heart beating at a rapid pace. She felt warmer than usual, and had a nagging urge for company. She slowly crept out of the elder's den, gazing around the moonlit camp. She limped towards the warrior's den, poking her head in silently. She saw Brackenfur curled up in a corner, with Sandstorm on his right. Their pelts were meshed with one another's, and Brackenfur had his tail protectively around Sandstorm. Cinderpelt gave out a low hiss of annoyance, and let her gaze travel to the other side of the den. As her eyes came to Fireheart, emotions burst in Cinderpelt. She wanted this tom; she needed him now more then ever. She wanted him to be next to her, whispering words into her ear that were only meant for her. Cinderpelt drew in a sharp breath.
'What's going on? I've never felt this strongly about him before.' Cinderpelt wondered, before the obvious answer was in front of her.
'I'm in heat. This is perfect!'Cinderpelt thought happily. Now Fireheart couldn't say no to her, couldn't like Sandstorm more. She could make him fully hers, and then everyone would be happy.
'Now that she has Brackenfur'Cinderpelt thought crossly, before slipping out of the den. She hobbled back to the elder's den, making sure not to wake any of them. She didn't want to have to explain herself to a bunch of old cats. She positioned herself to the opening of the den so that she could see the whole camp. She knew she would get no more sleep tonight, so she tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. Sighing, she put her head on her paws and waited silently, hoping the sun would come up a little faster.
"Sandstorm? Sandstorm, time to get up! We're supposed to be on the dawn patrol!" Brackenfur meowed, trying to be quiet and loud at the same time. He didn't want to wake any of the other warriors, but Sandstorm was going to make them late.
Sandstorm glanced up at Brackenfur, and saw a tender affection in his eyes. Shaking the sleep from her eyes, she slowly got up.
'He would make a great mate for any cat.'Sandstorm thought sadly. She was just using him, and Fireheart knew it. She had no further use for him, but she couldn't just leave him. She didn't want to see the golden-brown tom in pain, so she would play along for a while longer. She gave her chest-fur a few swift licks, before meowing that she was ready. Brackenfur nodded, and they both padded out of the den. He inched closer to her, and they were a whisker's length apart.
"Who's on the patrol with us?" Sandstorm asked, trying to strike up conversation.
"Fireheart." Brackenfur meowed evenly. Although his voice was calm, Sandstorm could see his whisker twitch in annoyance. He didn't like Fireheart, and Sandstorm knew why. Everyone in Thunderclan knew about Cinderpelt, Fireheart, and Sandstorm, and Brackenfur must hate him for it. Sandstorm just nodded, and smiled happily as she saw Fireheart pad across the clearing to meet them. She had not forgotten Fireheart's words. They were to meet at the sandy hollow tonight, and Sandstorm couldn't stop her tail from lashing in anticipation. Ever since she had gone into heat, she had to fight tooth and nail to control herself from pressing herself up against Fireheart every time she saw him.
"Hello Brackenfur, Sandstorm! How are you today?" Fireheart mewed cheerfully. He looked friendly towards Brackenfur and then Sandstorm, careful not to show any difference in the looks.
"Lets just get on with this patrol, okay?"Brackenfur muttered, his tail lashing impatiently. He stalked forward without waiting for either of the two cats to follow him. As he disappeared into the forest, Sandstorm turned her gaze to Fireheart.
"Fireheart, I love you. I need you with me. I want you with me. Every time I see you with Cinderpelt I'm filled with pain. You must need me too! You have to feel this way about me too!" Sandstorm whispered, trying to put all of her feelings into that one speech. She didn't care if Brackenfur could hear her; she had to tell Fireheart the truth.
Fireheart slowly walked towards Sandstorm, pushing himself against her as he tried to comfort her.
"I know, Sandstorm. I know…but I can't leave Cinderpelt. She means too much to me, and so do you. I'll try to explain better tonight, okay? Now we have to catch up with Brackenfur, before he tries to claw my ears off"
Fireheart tried to sound cheerful for the last line, but he couldn't bring himself to it. Sandstorm looked too sad, and his heart was breaking for her. He wasn't ready for the voice that snarled at him from behind.
"So where are you going to meet tonight?"
Turning to face the cat that had spoken, his breath got caught in his throat.
"Cinderpelt! You misunderstood! I'm just trying to be a good friend towards Sand-"
"Don't say her name! You have to make a decision, Fireheart. It's either her or me. Pick one, so that we can get on with our lives happily."
Cinderpelt was growling, and her hackles were raised. She knew Fireheart would pick her, but she wanted Sandstorm to hear it as well.
"What is keeping you two?" Brackenfur growled bitterly, before seeing three cats staring angrily at each other. He had come back, sure to find Sandstorm and Fireheart in the very act of mating. He would have killed him, he would have torn his throat right out…
"What's going on here?" Brackenfur meowed, eyeing all three cats suspiciously. He didn't want to fight, but if this involved Fireheart and Sandstorm, a fight would happen. He wouldn't pull any blows, and he would make Fireheart remember him for a long time.
Oooooo. What's going to happen? Is a fight going to happen? Maybe. This story has only a few more chapters in it, so the end is near. Give ideas on how to end it! Review! Thanks!