The StartSandstorm and Fireheart had been chosen to go on a hunting patrol near the Twolegplace.
"I can't believe that Bluestar made me go hunting with a kittypet!" Sandstorm spat more to herself then Fireheart. Sandstorm detected a mouse scuttling in the leaves. Crouching, she was prepared to leap when a flurry of ginger fur exploded in front of her. A few heartbeats later, Fireheart was standing beside her again; this time with a mouse clamped in his jaws. "Hey! I was going to get that one!" Sandstorm hissed, but was impressed by Fireheart's performance.
"I bet you could have got it, if only you weren't thinking so much about one kittypet called Fireheart!" he teased, trying to be nice. but Sandstorm took his words seriously.
"I could have gotten it if you hadn't interrupted my hunt!" she spat back and pounced on Fireheart. Fireheart rolled her on her back and pinned her down. "Get off, you stupid furball!" Sandstorm yowled with amusement. She pawed at his stomach and somehow got him off. Fireheart started playfully chasing her through the forest, the mouse long forgotten. Fireheart found himself a little more attracted to the beautiful she-cat.
This is only the beginning, he thought. This is only the start!