DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors, sadly.

FLINTCLAW POV

A cool spring breeze wafted by. Flintclaw paid it no mind, just steadily watched the ripples of the river. A large fish began to wiggle by; but it had miscalculated its distance from the bank and was sticking in the pebbly mud.

"Good," whispered Flintclaw under his breath. He snagged the fish with his claws and lifted it out of the water. One heavy bite snapped the jugular vein and the fish stopped wriggling. He placed it in a small pile beside him, glad that he was done fishing and could return to camp.

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Flintclaw gnawed on a fish's slippery tail thoughtfully, not aware of what he was doing until Silverfur came up. "What are you doing?" she meowed quizzically. Quickly he spat it out.

"Nothing," he said, trying to rid himself of the embarrassment that flowed over him from his crush's curiosity. He had watched Silverfur tenderly from afar, knowing she wouldn't like him. It was easy to tell she liked Waterwind, a sleek black tom.

He got up from his spot near the cattails and went into the warriors' den. Flintclaw settled beside his best friend, Reedfoot, and yawned. But before his sleepy eyes closed, they took in Waterwind gently washing the silver coat of his crush. Fury enveloped him like a cast of ice and he faded into harsh, angry dreams.

First it was just flames. The fire was everywhere, burning, just burning. It lipped the sky, not burning anything in particular. Then it rained, rained and rained. Flintclaw became drenched. The fire died, leaving only five sparks on a sharp rock.

A warm, beautiful scent washed over Flintclaw. He turned to see a pretty tortoiseshell. "I'm Spottedleaf, and you must be Flintclaw," she said. Her voice was cracked, but still somewhat silky. She gestured to the spark-blanketed rock. "That is flint."

"When the fire dies, spark and flint alone can harness the power to bring it back to life," she whispered to him. He gaped as she darted away.

"Wait! Spottedleaf!" he called out. "What do you mean? Why would I bring flint back to life? Where are you going?!"

She turned and looked at him. Their eyes met, and she smiled. But with a flick of her tail, the space between them again erupted into flames.

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