Here's a Squirrelflight&Brambleclaw chapter, from Brambleclaw's POV. Thanx to those that reviewed!

Brambleclaw stirred in his nest the morning after the Gathering, finding that it was already sunhigh. He shook scraps of moss from his pelt and looked around. Only Rainwhisker and Dustpelt were here, sleeping after taking the dawn patrol. The rest of the warriors were out already. Brambleclaw yawned and forced his way out of the den as well, blinking as the bright sunlight caught him off guard.

The camp was in a familiar bustle of activity, cats padding back and forth with fresh-kill in their jaws. Whitepaw was clearing the elders' moss. She looked tired from the job and Brambleclaw realized that she had to do it all alone now- she was the only apprentice left, now that Spiderleg and Squirrelflight were warriors. He bounded over to her.

"I'll take you hunting, if you want," he offered.

She looked up from the moss, excitement in her green eyes. "Okay! I've only got this bit left, anyway."

"I'll help you with it," Brambleclaw meowed, and he bent down to take half the moss. They delivered it to the elders, and then set off for the camp exit. "We should get another warrior to go with us," Brambleclaw meowed.

Whitepaw nodded, and her eyes found Squirrelflight, who was just leaving Leafpool and Cinderpelt's den. "Hey, Squirrelflight!" she called. "Want to go hunting with me and Brambleclaw?"

Brambleclaw fully expected for her to say no, and he was caught off guard when her green gaze passed uncertainly over him and she mewed, "Sure."

As she padded over to join them, Brambleclaw didn't miss Ashfur's surprised and envious look from where he sat, sharing tongues with Sootfur. Brambleclaw flicked his tail, partly pleased with himself and partly wondering if Squirrelflight had only agreed so that along the way she could stamp down the fact that she was no longer speaking to him.

"Let's go up to that abandoned Twolegplace that you and Dustpelt and Thornclaw found," suggested the ginger warrior, once they were out of the camp. "I haven't seen it yet, and Thornclaw says it's overflowing with mice!"

"It is," Brambleclaw meowed, remembering. "Okay, this way."

He led them through the forests, recalling the way he had taken last time. Whitepaw and Squirrelflight followed, and though she didn't say anything, Whitepaw's eyes kept flickering from him to Squirrelflight and back again. Brambleclaw suddenly wondered if she had suggested Firestar's daughter for the patrol on purpose. Maybe her father, Cloudtail, had put her up to it.

They reached the broken Twoleg nest, and Whitepaw looked at it nervously. "We're going in that?" she objected.

"It's safe, I promise," Brambleclaw meowed. "There aren't any Twolegs in it."

She lifted her muzzle and tasted the air. "The scent is stale."

"Right," he mewed, impressed. He wondered if it was time she was made a warrior. She had started training before Squirrelflight, after all, and Squirrelflight had been a warrior ever since they had come to the new place.

"I know one thing that isn't stale," Squirrelflight meowed, her eyes gleaming mischieviously, "The prey-scent. Let's go!"

She took the lead now, heading towards the place with her ears pricked. Suddenly she sank low, signaling to the others to do the same. Brambleclaw spotted what she had a moment later; a fat mouse, chewing on something. His claws unsheathed, but Squirrelflight was already lunging. Soon she held the kill, limp, in her jaws, and began to bury it.

Whitepaw headed farther out, apparently still wary of the Twoleg nest, while Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw hunted together around it. They didn't say much until Brambleclaw caught a squirrel. While he was burying it, she watched him, and mewed, "Some Gathering last night, huh?"

"Yeah," he agreed, his eyes still on his kill.

"Hawkfrost seemed worried."

Brambleclaw pricked his ears for the scathing tone as she spoke of his half-brother, but there was none. He wondered if Leafpool had told her about his meeting with him and Mothwing, but it didn't seem like it. She went on, "Tawnypelt says that Blackstar wants Hawkfrost out of the forest."

"But Leopardstar doesn't," Brambleclaw pointed out.

"Still, how much energy will she spend protecting a rouge-born cat?" Squirrelflight wondered. Brambleclaw lifted his head. "You don't mean rouge-born, do you?" he growled. "You mean Tigerstar's son."

"No I don't," Squirrelflight meowed, her eyes wide. But Brambleclaw didn't believe it. What else would she mean? Why else would she be so wary of him?

"I don't get why you're always so defensive about Tigerstar," meowed Squirrelflight. "I didn't even mention him, and there you go, yowling about why it doesn't matter."

"I wasn't-"

"Look, Brambleclaw, get it in your fat head that I don't care if you're Tigerstar's son. I don't care if Hawkfrost is. What I do care about is that he was with Mudclaw, trying to take over the forest. And what I do care about is that you don't trust me anymore."

"Yes I do," Brambleclaw meowed, shocked. "I trust you more than any cat, Squirrelflight!"

"Then why don't you tell me what's really going on with you?"

"I didn't keep anything from you!"

"Yes you do! You don't ever tell me what's bothering you, you just let it bug you for a day and then nose up to me when you're done with it. Why don't you ever just tell me? "

Brambleclaw opened him mouth to speak, but Squirrelflight was finished talking. She turned away, racing back towards the camp, pausing to pick up her prey. Brambleclaw sighed after her, wondering at what she had said. Was it true that he never told her anything? Was it true that it really didn't bother her that he had Tigerstar's blood?

He rounded the corner of the abandoned Twoleg nest and almost tripped over Whitepaw, who was crouched there. She stared at him guiltily for a moment, and then mewed, "Well, that went well."

That's right, they're not back together yet! Mwahahaha...don't worry, I love Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight together, I just thought it shouldn't be that easy...