WhitexBrindle

The Clan thought I had gone out alone that morning. They were wrong. I had one cat with me before death caught up with me, and I cannot think of anyone different I would have rather gone hunting with that fateful day.

A beautiful morning. I had woken early, before any other cat had opened their eyes. Only Frostfur was awake, guarding the entrance; she nodded to me as I slipped out for a bit of early-morning hunting.

I soon caught a mouse and a sparrow. I was wandering along the ShadowClan border when I heard pawsteps behind me; not pausing to think, I whipped around with a snarl.

My claws raked a beautiful white pelt. The newcomer and I tussled for a moment before he called my name; "Brindleface!" He gasped, struggling as I held him under my paws.

I paused to taste his scent. "Whitestorm!" I moaned, backing off. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you!"

Whitestorm's eyes betrayed wry amusement. "I know." He meowed, licking the few scratches I had planted on his flank.

I bent my head down and gave my ruffled chest fur a few swipes with my tongue. "Sorry." I said again. I felt guilty for attacking my mate, however much he had startled me. We sat in silence for a moment.

"What brings you out here?" I asked, deciding to break the tension. Whitestorm shrugged and held my gaze in his. "You." He said simply. "I thought I could join your hunt."

I brightened immediately. "Of course!"

It was glorious. After he made a few catches, we basked together on Sunningrocks, simply enjoying each other's company. I admired the strong limbs rippling under that handsome white coat, betraying raw power. He told me he loved me. I returned the saying. He called me the flower of cats. I told him he was the spirit of StarClan.

And so it went. He returned to the camp eventually, but I wandered around the woods some more, reveling in the quiet and peace that enveloped me.

But then I saw dark amber eyes watching me from the bushes.

Looking back now from where I sit in the ranks of StarClan, I realize how much I loved him. And how much that last time with him was so perfect, so wonderful and beautiful. How magnificent he was, how noble and loyal. How much it all meant to me.

That one last time.

Hello, readers! I wrote this fic on the assumption that Whitestorm was Brindleface's mate, as that's what I saw when I googled it. I know it doesn't perfectly fit into A Dangerous Path, but I really couldn't.

Please don't review saying 'But Whitestorm is in StarClan with her!' Let's just say this is right after she died, okay?

So yeah :) Please review, read my other stuff, yadda yadda yadda.

Hope you enjoyed it!

-Nightsnake