A/N: Set right before Firestar's Quest, when Brambleclaw's still an apprentice.
Seasons later, he still felt like it was his first time seeing her.
Firestar dropped his piece of fresh- kill on the pile, eyes instantly directed towards his mate; Sandstorm. Waving her tail in greetings, she bounded over to him, purring.
"Did the prey run well?" she meowed, flicking her tail towards the two mice he had laid on the pile heartbeats earlier.
Trivial thing to talk about, but, hey...
Blinking, he dipped his head. "Yes, Bramblepaw caught a rabbit almost as big as him."
The ginger she- cat licked a paw and ran it over an ear.
He could never appreciate how graceful and beautiful she was; and here he was, lucky enough to have her as his mate.
"Go hunting with me?" she inquired wickedly, remembering the last time they'd hunted. It had ended up being a contest and Sandstorm had won, paws down.
"Well, if it's with you, then sure," he purred, paws already heading towards the camp entrance.
Still couldn't get used to her.
In a good way, he thought as they padded off together.