Flareheart trod back into camp slyly so as not to be caught. She had brought back a mouse and a vole to cover up the real reason why she was gone. She put them in the fresh kill pile quietly.
"Flareheart!" It was Shimmertail. "Flareheart, where have you been? I've been wanting to go hunting with you." Shimmertail whined. Flareheart sighed, "Sorry Shimmertail, but I already went hunting, didn't you notice?" Shimmertail looked at the mouse and vole lying in the pile and sadly nodded. She turned and walked away. Flareheart hardly had time for anyone lately. Anyone that is, except for Stormpelt.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Flareheart couldn't wait to see Stormpelt the next day. The time was lurking close by. She ran through the forest quickly. At Fourtrees she looked out over Wind Clan territory. She strutted towards the bushes where she had hid so many times before. She sniffed the air cautiously. Stormpelt was near...but not alone. Two other Wind Clan cats were with him.
Soon the three appeared. Frosttail and Silverclaw were the two warriors with Stormpelt. He caught her scent and looked her way. His blue eyes flashed warmly, promising to come back as soon as he could. Flareheart nodded understandingly. The three disappeared.
Flareheart waited patiently and soon Stormpelt's white fur stood out on the horizon. Flareheart knew instantly, at that moment, it was time. She walked out bravely toward her new mate. Stormpelt sniffed the air and agreed that it was time. The two touched noses and ran off somewhere in privet.