RiverClanner: Here's some BrightXCloud to brighten your day!

LittleGrayOwl: Yeah, I wanted to switch it up a bit!

Firestar's POV:

This is the last year of Warriors High for me. I'm the perfect guy everyone wants to date: a ginger, with green eyes, ASB senior president, and the boyfriend of Sandstorm. Ah, Sandstorm. She is just so….perfect. I remember when I used to have a crush on Miss Spottedleaf. Ugh, that was an odd time. But Sandstorm is special, with soft, sleek ginger hair and pale green eyes.

"Hey," I say, walking up to her, "do you want to go to the dance with me?"

"Of course," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Was there ever any doubt?"

Cinderpelt's POV:

Well, I just saw Firestar and Sandstorm. Kissing. So much for my hopes and dreams. I don't even notice Littlecloud coming up to me until he taps me on the shoulder. I remember helping him in junior high when he was sick. But we don't really talk or anything. He's got brown hair, freckles, and light blue eyes.

"Hey, Cinderpelt," he says, "can we talk?"

"Sure!" I say, limping a bit closer to him. And that's when he kisses me. And slowly pulls away. And says, "I've loved you since you cured me. Will you go to the dance with me?"

I hesitate, then say, confidently, "Yes!" I don't need Firestar anymore. He was just a fleeting crush, always out of reach.

Brightheart's POV:

I brush my thick, soft strawberry blond hair over my face, partially concealing the horrible wounds I got from a dog attack in grade school. Those dogs killed my best friend Swiftpaw, and that's the reason I'm kind of a loner. Half of my face is horribly mangled, with my ear and eye destroyed. My one blue eye is almost always wide with fear. I adjust my white tank top, white leggings, and gray high-tops. That's when I hear a voice, my favorite voice in the whole world: Cloudtail's. The blond guy has his hair in a ponytail, and his blue eyes gleam with amusement. "Hey, Brightbae," he says.

I lean against him. "Hey yourself," I say, but my eyes sparkle with amusement. Cloudtail's the only one who didn't make fun of me in grade school. He was always...special. That's why I chose him to be my boyfriend.

"Brightie," he begins, "will you go to the dance with me?"

"Yes," I whisper, and he pulls me in for a long kiss. I don't pull away.

A/N: Lots and lots of cuteness coming up! What other couples do you want to see? And keep voting, Tigerheart or Bumblestripe?