BlueStar shouldn’t be looking at the Kittypet: he should be looking at him. A strong and proud warrior; who’d served her Clan, his Clan time and time again. He was loyal, strong, brave, kind. He was surprised he hasn’t been made deputy yet, and then leader. He would make a wonderful deputy. All he wanted to do was serve his clan, and protect them.

And this Kittypet, Rusty came in asking to be accepted into the Clan. LongTail couldn’t have it, he attacked the thing, but managed to get beaten by him, a cut over his cheek where the fiery red tom swiped at him. He managed to rip his collar off, but instead of being congratulated on that, BlueStar claimed it was a sign from StarClan, that the Tom was welcomed here now. He was given the name FirePaw. LongTail couldn’t believe it!

He felt embarrassed and weaken as more news poured in. The deputy was dead; BlueStar didn’t even cast him another look as everyone mourned over RedTail, and LionHeart was claimed as new deputy. He looked down at his paws, his claws still out. He just got beaten by a Kittypet, he was such a disappointment of a warrior!

You, another member of ThunderClan realized his troubled state. You were also LongTails’ mate. Sure, you two were both Toms, male cats but no one had complained about it. Well, also no one knew. You kept it secret.

You padded over; and licked his cheek; over the wound before sending him off to the medicine cat, SpottedLeaf to tend to the injury. And then you two would meet out where you usually did, a little past the ThunderClan border; underneath a bush, just clear enough to look at the stars, Look at StarPelt with StarClan.

He padded over towards the bush you two met in, it was dark, but no one seemed to question where you two went off too in the night. He laid down beside you; snuffling into your pelt—his cheek still felt sore from the fight with the young Kittypet earlier, his ear flicked; his head in your chest fur.

“What do you think of FirePaw?”