Sunrise and Moonset

YAY! CHAPPY TWENTY FIVE! GO ME!

Chapter Twenty-Five:

Slow Trust

Fireheart's leg was healed within a number of days. Soon, the gang was ready to travel again.

"Sandstorm, I need to talk with you," mewed Fireheart.

"Okay," mewed Sandstorm. They ran off under a tree root, out of earshot of the loners.

"Sandstorm, should we trust them? I mean, they come running out of no where saying that they know who we are, and that they believe in StarClan. I mean-they could be stalkers!" meowed Fireheart.

"Come on Fireheart. You listen to too many elders stories! There are no such things as stalkers! Stop acting like a kit, and be the warrior I know you truely are, Fireheart. The whole reason I'm making this journey is for you. If I had no one to love, I would be bored back in camp. Now, let's hear that roar!" teased Sandstorm. Fireheart opened his mouth, and there was a roar from back at the periodic camp.

"That was you?" asked Sandstorm.

"No," mewed Fireheart.

"Something might be wrong! Hurry!" exclaimed Sandstorm. The two ginger cats raced out from under the tree root, and back to camp.

"What's wrong?" asked Fireheart.

"We were testing your speed with your leg. Looks like you're up to snuff, kid," growled Silverfang. Slowly they left the camp where they stayed for three days. Fireheart and Sandstorm walked in the middle of the two big animals. Nightraven and Sandstorm began talking, and falling behind the two uh...toms?

"So kid, where do you come from?" asked Silverfang.

"I'm a warrior from ThunderClan. I used to live in twolegplace. My name is Fireheart," mewed Fireheart.

"You! You are the Fire! Fire Alone Can Save The Clan!" exclaimed Silverfang. "Kid, one day you are going to be a hero. When that day comes, well, I wish you luck."

"Thank you," mewed Fireheart. "Where do you come from?"

"I come from far away from here. Past WindClan territory, over the bordering mountains, and on the cliffs of the sea is where I share my home with Nightraven. She is a wonderful companion, very enterjetic, always ready to hunt, or battle, or swim," replied Silverfang. "We met when our Clans abandoned us, when we were only cubs. Kid, you are lucky to have such a wonderful Clan, and such a beautiful mate that loves you."

"What about Nightraven, don't you love her?" asked Fireheart.

"I do. I love her with all my heart. More than that," sighed Silverfang. "I love her more than a sister. More than a friend. I'm just afriad to tell her." Suddenly Sandstorm and Nightraven came wizzing by, racing, a blurr together of ginger and black.

"I learned the hard way, not to wait until it's too late," mewed Fireheart. He sighed.

"Why?" asked Silverfang.

"By the time I told Spottedleaf I loved her, she was in love with someone else. I was left a broken-hearted apprentice, until Sandstorm told me that she loved me. That changed everything," sighed Fireheart.

"Well, you have Sandstorm," growled Silverfang. He gave a sly smile, and raced off, Fireheart behind him. Soon they had caught up to Sandstorm and Nightraven. They ran together. Silver, black, and the two blobs of ginger smack in the middle, forming the shape of a heart as they ran together. All of them.

What do you think? I have a poll:

Should Silverfang:

Betray Fireheart at the end, but than fight against a pack of wolves because Fireheart and Sandstorm are his friends?

OR

Die Telling Nighraven that he loves her?

PLEASE VOTE!