Later that day...

Firepaw was hunting with Sandpaw.

"Nice catch!" Sandpaw purred as Firepaw brought down a big, fat gray squirrel.

He beamed and walked back to her, purring, "'anks, 'andpa'."

She smirked in amusement, "I'd say, you're welcome... but I'm not entirely sure of what you just said."

He dropped it at his paws and grinned, "Well then. I guess we'll just never know, huh?"

She smiled at him, "Come on. Let's head back to the hunting group."

"Sure." They fell into step beside one another, prey in their jaws. They walked in a comfortable, companion silence that allowed them to think what they wanted and concentrate on what they wanted. Like how Firepaw was concentrating on the bushes behind him and how it seemed as if someone were watching them... following them. He stopped and hesitated.

Sandpaw looked back at him, "Firepaw? What's wrong?"

He looked at her and twitched his ears, "I think I smell a mouse. You keep going, I'll catch up with you."

She looked down at his catch, "I think you got enough."

"I know," he shrugged, "But I feel like catching one more. Go on. I'll be fine."

She looked undecided, but decided to trust him and kept going with her prey. Firepaw watched her go, before turning to go off into the woods. His follower followed him. Then suddenly, he disappeared. The follower looked both ways in confusion, then decided to go forward, when a heavy weight landed on her, pinned her to the ground, and a low voice sounded in her ear, "Looking for someone?"

"H-hey, Firepaw..." The silver and white she-cat mastered to sputter out from beneath the flame-pelted tom.

"What are you doing out here, Kittypet?" he asked.

She noticed he didn't sound particularly rude, rather, he sounded annoyed. That gave her the strength to stick up for herself. "Can you let me up, please?"

For second, she thought he was going to stay there but then he was off and sitting in front of her, "What are you doing here?"

As she got up, she couldn't help noticing how handsome he was with his flame ginger coat and deep emerald eyes outlined in ink black. She licked her chest a few times. "Nothing."

He sat there looking at her, "Why were you following us?"

"I wasn't." She said, licking her paw now. Her heart sped up just the tiniest.

"Why were you following me?" He asked.

"I wasn't." She said, wiping her paw over her face. Her heart was an irregular pace.

And then, as if he too could hear her lie, he squinted at her, "Liar."

Her mouth gaped, and he turned away to walk back to where he left his prey. "Well, where are you going?"

"That is the question," he called back.

Not liking how he kept walking away from her, she caught up to him and darted in his path, "Wait."

"What's up with you?" Firepaw paused in his step to look at her, "Why are you so eager to get in my way?"

She narrowed her eyes at his interrogative look, "Look. I just want to talk."

"About what?" He asked, walking around her and continuing in the direction he was going, "I thought you and your brother didn't like me."

She fell into step beside him, "We like you. Well... I mean I like you."

Firepaw raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Well, thanks for telling me. You're not the first. Probably not the last either."

"I didn't mean it like that!" She warmed under her fur, "I just meant, that, you know... "

"No... not really," He was making this hard on her. And he knew it. If you can make my life miserable for the last moon, you can tell me things straight out.

"You're... cool... like, I mean, you're really good at what you do..."

He smirked, "Being a wild cat? I'd hardly expect to be bad at that."

She rolled her eyes in exhaustion, "No. I mean... you're better than that. I mean, from what I've seen... I mean, UGH. You're a natural."

She waited for him to thank her for her compliment, or, whatever... she waited for anything other than what he said, "You say 'I mean' alot."

She stared at him. He seemed unresponsive and pretty dismissive as he bent down to pick up his prey from earlier and continue on his way to the Thunderclan camp. Finally, he stopped and looked at her. I mean, really looked at her. He sized her up and down and looked into her eyes.

"What?" She frowned at him.

He looked away, looked back at her, and dropped his catch on the ground, "Look. I don't know what you want me to say, Kittypet."

She rolled her eyes again, "I have a name, Firepaw. Aren't we a little too old to be name calling?"

For a second, it looked like Firepaw was going to hit her with a snappy comeback, but then he shrugged, "Who knows?"

She blinked. He didn't lash out at her. Maybe this talk was going to make life easier for my life. And my brother's. "Can't we just be friends? Is it that hard to be friends with a house cat?"

He considered her for a moment. "I guess not..."

Her whole face lightened, YES! "So we can be friends?"

He hesitated, "I guess so... but if you think this changes anything between me and your brother, you might as well tell me now. Because it doesn't."

She nodded and he picked up his fresh-kill and walked toward camp. She followed with two of his catches in her jaws.

CHETAHLUV: YES! DONE!

FIREPAW: Y did I suddenly bcome all... sensitive...?

SANDPAW: Ur always sensitive.

DUSTPAW: I beg 2 differ.

RAVENPAW: Thn keep beggin. Firepaw's a total soft-heart.

FIREPAW: ...No... I'm not...

WINDPAW: Ofcourse LOL

SPOTTEDLEAF: *GIGGLE* Ofcourse, Firepaw.

FIREPAW: SPOTTEDLEAF! You're n on it 2!

CHETAHLUV: Lol. Please Review! I lUV REVIEWS! What do you think should happen when Firepaw and Windpaw walk into camp? Tell me what you think should happen!