It was warm, sunny day and the forest was loud with life. Birds chirped from the treetops, mice scurried through the grass and the cats of Thunderclan were just waking up. Fireheart stretched her flame covered pelt out of her moss nest and padded out of the warrior den; Bluestar sat regally atop of the high stone speaking to Whitestorm and Tigerclaw; Yellowfang and her apprentice Cinderpaw were organising the medicine den and the rest of the clan were socialising.
"Fireheart! You, Whitestorm, Sandstorm, Dustpelt, Darkstripe and Mousefur are on hunting patrol!" Tigerclaw hissed as he glared down at her. scowling she nodded and padded over to Whitestorm. The white warrior purred as she walked past him, following Sandstorm out of the camp. Prowling through the trees, Whitestorm suggested they split into twos and head off into different directions to hunt for prey.
Whitestorm and Fireheart headed further into the thicker part of the woods, their ears pricked, their eyes darting, and their noses raised, listening, observing and smelling for any fresh prey. Fireheart stopped and crouched down in a hunter's position, a plump squirrel in her sight. Whitestorm smirked as he watched Fireheart get into a hunter's crouch; her tight pussy clearly showing itself to him. Being careful not to alert the young warrior he slowly padded up behind her and rasped his tongue over her core. Fireheart gasped in surprised, her eyes wide and let out a choked moan. The mouse, hearing the noise, escaped with a soft squeak.
"Whitestorm? What are you doing?" She moaned as his tongue licked her core faster; her legs becoming weaker with each sensual lick.
"What does it look like Fireheart, I want to be mates with you." He purred in amusement and mounted her; his paws on her hips and his hard member rubbing at her wet pussy.
Fireheart moaned at the feeling and thrust her hips back involuntary, "What about Willowpelt?" She let out a loud cry of pleasure as he snaped his hips forward, thrusting his member deep inside her.
"What. About. Her?" He groaned with each trust. His pace quickening as she began to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Aren't you two together?" She panted, her claws digging into the earth as Whitestorm pounded away.
"No. Only friends." He answered, his claws digging into her flank as her walls wrapped tighter around him. "You. It has always been you." He confessed. Fireheart stilled in surprised, her ears warmed in embarrassment.
"You love me?" she whispered.
"Yes. Please be mine. Say that you are mine." He chanted. "Yours. Always yours!" she howled. The two continued thrusting until they stilled in pleasure. Their orgasms raking through the bodies; Fireheart shivered as she felt Whitestorm's cum splashed into her womb. Whitestorm purred in smug delight as he saw his cum drizzle from her core; he rasped his tongue over one last time, pushing it back in. Fireheart groaned at the feeling; the two groomed each over clean and resumed their hunt, catching three mice, a squirrel and two black birds.
A moon later, Fireheart moved into the nursery. Her belly full of Whitestorm's kits. Not long after she birthed him a litter of two sons and two daughters. The first male was a white and ginger patched kit called Patchkit; the second was a white tortoiseshell she-kit called Sorrelkit; her sister was a dark tortoiseshell named Leafkit, and the final male kit had a dark red pelt, a white underbelly and a white tip tail called Foxkit. Each of their kits grew up to become fine members of the clan; Leafkit became a medicine cat with the name Leafpool, and her brothers and sister each became strong warriors called Sorreltail, Foxfire and Patchfoot. After becoming leader and Whitestorm retired, Firestar named Foxfire as her new deputy.