This may very well be Dovewing last POV in this story- this is for you peeps (especially Crystalclaw of ThunderClan- who requested I do this) who want to know what happens to Dovewing's love life.

Dovewing padded into camp beside Ivypool, their apprentices bouncing in front of them. They had just shown Sunnypaw the forest.

Suddenly, Ivypool stopped dead. "I just realized something!" she announced.

"What?"

"Sunnypaw is somehow our kin, because Cloudtail is Firestar's nephew, making Leafpool and Squirrelflight cousins with Cloudtail, and that means that Lionblaze is related to Cloudtail, and he and Brightheart had Whitewing, and then she had us, and Lionblaze and Cinderheart had Sunnypaw..." Ivypool shook her head. "Forget I ever said that."

"It was confusing," Dovewing admitted.

"Dovewing!" Bumblestripe called to her. "Come share this vole with me! It's nice and fat!"

Dovewing glanced at Dewpaw. He had caught a mouse out in the forest. "Go bring the mouse to Purdy, and you can be done for now."

"Okay!" Dewpaw charged off. Dovewing padded over to Bumblestripe. "You're right, that is fat! Who caught it?"

"Amberpaw." Bumblestripe meowed. "She's coming along really well with her training."

"It seems like it," Dovewing nodded. Bumblestripe pawed the vole to her. "You can have the first bite," he meowed.

Dovewing purred. ''If you insist." she took a big bite.

Bumblestripe took a bite. "This is really good."

"Yeah." Dovewing took another bite.

"Um, Dovewing?" Bumblestripe meowed.

"Yes?"

"Well, we've been friends for a while now, and I was wondering... will you be my mate?"

Dovewing felt torn. She remembered the day, the fight with the Dark Forest, when she had told Tigerheart that they could no longer be mates. Weren't she and Bumblestripe already mates? But now, that she had an option, she didn't know what she wanted. She loved Tigerheart like Ferncloud had loved Dustpelt, but unfortunately, now, she had broken his heart, and she could not have him back. She liked Bumblestripe, but it wasn't really mate-love, she was satisfied with being friends. "I- um..."

"Too soon?" Bumblestripe's eyes widened with anxiety.

"No, no! We've been friends for moons now. I- I just need time to think."

"All right." Bumblestripe meowed slowly.

Suddenly, little white flakes began falling around them. Bumblestripe shook his head. "I'm going to go inside," he mewed. He stood up. "You coming, Dovewing?" he asked over his shoulder.

Dovewing fluffed up her fur. "Yes! I'm not going to let myself get snowed on!" she darted forward to catch up with Bumblestripe.

The warriors den was warm with sleeping bodies. In the center, Sandstorm and Dustpelt sat curled in tight balls. Farther away, Spiderleg lay, his fur fluffed up, devouring a mouse in quick, neat bites. Birchfall and Whitewing were curled up together near Spiderleg. Berrynose and Poppyfrost were sharing tongues. And Cinderheart was asleep in Lionblaze's nest, sleeping in the warriors den for the first time since she had kitted. The warriors den gradually filled up. The warriors either slept, shared tongues, ate, or talked.

Dovewing couldn't care what they did, really, as long as the den was warm. What am I going to say to Bumblestripe? He really loves me, but I like him. I don't really want to be his mate.

But now that Tigerheart isn't yours, you don't want any mate, and you know that. A little voice told her in the back of he head. If you want to be happy, Dovewing, you're going to have to learn how to accommodate.

Fine, Dovewing's other voice said. She shook her head to clear it from the arguing voices. "Bumblestripe," she meowed. "I will be your mate."

Bumblestripe, who was washing himself in the nest beside her, purred. "That's great, Dovewing." he leaned over and touched his nose to her cheek.

Dovewing forced herself to purr. His breath was warm on her fur. If only it was Tigerheart's.

Bumblestripe stared at the ground. "Um, what do mates do?" he asked.

"I don't know. Do everything together? Share a nest? Take a look at your parents," Dovewing meowed.

"So, does that mean we need to share a nest?"

"I don't think we have to, so soon." Dovewing murmured.

Bumblestripe straightened up. "I don't mind," he meowed. "At least I know that I'm loved," he meowed.

Dovewing snorted. "You've always been loved. By Millie, Graystripe, Blossomfall, Briarlight- and I liked you since forever. You've been my denmate forever. You've been a good friend."

"Thanks, Dovewing." Bumblestripe purred.

Dovewing sighed. Perhaps accommodating would make her happy- and Bumblestripe.