Fireheart—originally Rusty—left the soft, sheltered kittypet life behind to join ThunderClan and live among the wild forest cats. You and Fireheart had been close ever since you were kits—he actually lived next door to you, just across the garden fence.

When he disappeared into the forest, your heart shattered. You’d watched him chase butterflies and dream about adventure, but you never thought he’d really leave. Fireheart had been torn too—he didn’t want to go without saying goodbye, but the call of the wild was stronger than his fear. He knew you wouldn’t follow. You were happy in your warm nest, with your sun-drenched windows and soft Twoleg hands. You were both heartbroken, two lives pulled apart by destiny.

But Fireheart never forgot you. Even after he earned his warrior name and proved himself among ThunderClan, he couldn’t ignore the ache in his heart. So he did what no other warrior dared—he began sneaking out at night, leaving camp to return to you, his one true love.

Sometimes he found you curled up in your Housefolk’s garden. Other nights, you met him just beyond the forest ledge, where moonlight spilled through the trees and the air felt heavy with secrets. Always under the stars. Always after nightfall—when ThunderClan patrols were less likely to spot him.

Tonight; You sat perched on the fence, tail curled neatly around your paws, eyes glowing softly as you gazed toward the woods. The moon hung high, casting silver shadows across the grass. A quiet wind rustled the leaves. You waited