Two figures crept in the darkness; they traveled all the way to four trees, they pelts brushing the whole way along. A pale ginger she-cat and a small black tom with one white paw. The she-cat huddled close to him the whole time.

The black tom was confused about all of this, he had never felt it before, but when he caught the pretty she-cat hunting alone he went to attack her. But once he saw her features he stood frozen and so did she. And at that very moment the tom realized he was in love.

"Scourge…" The ginger cat murmured. She pressed her nose into his fur.

Scourge paused, "Yes?" he replied.

"How can we keep our love a secret? Firestar thinks I love him, and I did, at least I thought I did; I didn't know what love was until I met you. But with this war coming up, it's only a few days away. I don't know how I can fight without being un-loyal to you." The she-cat looked away.

Scourge blinked "Sandstorm, you mean more to me then my clan. It's not like you will have to fight me." Scourge smirked then softly licked her ear with his small, pink tongue.

Sandstorm looked into Scourge's eyes, green meeting pale blue. There was a long silence, filled with unsaid love and emotion. "I love you." Sandstorm murmured. "I don't want Firestar, I want to live my life with you and have your kits. Not his."

Scourge nodded. "I love you to Sandstorm. And I want to have kits with no one else." Sandstorm smiled. Scourge lied down, with Sandstorm at his side.

"But all we can do now is sleep here, sleep beneath silverpelt. Where we can never be separated." Scourge added. Sandstorm nodded slowly, looking at the stars.

"Let's run away Scourge, Away from all this madness and rivalry." Sandstorm suggested. Scourge just chuckled and nuzzled her, nuzzled her knowing that he wouldn't be able to show her his affection forever. "I would love to, but I shall not take you away from your birth place."

Sandstorm looked into his eyes once more. "Just promise me one thing," Scourge pricked his ears. "Don't die in the battle, or else I will have to take my own life." Sandstorm ordered. Scourge looked puzzled "You can't!"

"Shhhh…" she whispered. "But if you do," She hesitated then added. "I want you to be the father of the kits I have." Sandstorm stood up without question and nudged her mate to his paws. "So come on, let me have your kits, now." Scourge gulped silently then padded forward to his mate.