Stormheart P.O.V.
"Hey, Willow." Stormheart sat in front of the gray she-cat. Willow looked up from washing her paw.
"Hmm?"
Stormheart gazed lovingly at her, immediately remembering his love for her. He stared deep into her blue eyes, drowning in them. Willow somewhat returned his gaze. It wasn't as loving as Stormheart's, but it was okay.
"Remember Christmas?" he blurted out. Willow smiled and reminisced.
"Yeah," she purred.
"What happened under the mistletoe?"
"Yes..."
(WARNING: MATURITY) "Do you think, maybe..." Stormheart's voice lowered into a whisper. "Tinker, Ballas, or Seri would mind?" Willow's eyes grew bigger.
"What if..."
Stormheart nodded, knowing what she was about to say. "They don't have to know." (uh oh, Stormheart's getting bad...)
Willow smirked. "Then what's the harm?" she whispered. (.O.)
Tinker P.O.V.
"Rex!" Tinker scurried across the field. "Take the front. Amber, take a side. Ballas, you take the other side."
Everyone nodded and assembled to their assigned positions. Tinker slowed to a halt near a very plump big bird. Him, Rex, Amber, and his son had decided it would provide food for the group for at least a week. Tinker pounced. He was able to catch its tail. Rex pounced. He caught its beak. The bird got angry and started flapping its wings violently, of course before Amber and Ballas got them. Rex let go of the beak and headed for the neck. Tinker smiled as he heard a crunch. But his smile faded when he realized the crunch wasn't from the bird. A gasp from Amber and Ballas had told him their plan had backfired. The bird gave an angry honk as all the cats let go and flew away.
"Rex!" Amber shrieked. Ballas just ran. Probably to get his mother, Tinker thought. I wonder where she is, anyway. I haven't seen her all day. He shrugged the thought away. It doesn't matter. Probably just hanging out with Stormheart and Seri.
Ballas P.O.V.
No! I can't get mom. She's with Stormheart, and-Wait a minute. They're just talking. Whatever just happened to Rex is surely more important. As far as I ran, I felt like I was getting nowhere. By the time I'd gotten anywhere near home, I'd crashed into a house-cat. By Willow Way.
"Watch where you're going," the house cat hissed. I hissed back at her as she stalked out of sight, her tail high. The next time, I crashed into something more unusual. A gray fox.
"AHHH!"
GUYS, GUYS, GUYS! I want you (yes, you) to GUESS what the next STORY will be called! And the next FOUR after THAT! List what YOU think they'll be named, all SIX (including this one. so always start with Warriors On Willow Way). The person CLOSEST to what I'M going to name them gets SOMETHING OF THEIR CHOICE (such as a SPOILER for the next BOOKS if they want)!
ENJOY!
