Title: Forever Yours, My Prickly Furball

Summary: A collection of fifty sentences—that I maybe will or won't post on the LJ 1sentence community—revolving around Rusty/Firepaw/-heart/-star of ThunderClan.

A/N: It says in my profile that I'm not a Fan Fiction writer, which I guess I'll have to change; I've officially wandered over to the Dark Side, where I join Anakin, Deidara, Darkstripe, and countless others who thought they'd never go there but did anyway. I blame it on Fallacy, who completely harassed me into making a Fan Fiction in the first place. …Okay, she only hinted at it, but it caused me a lot of emotional strife. In the long run, these little 50 Sentence things are probably the only thing you'll see from me, but then I also said I'd never write Fan Fiction, so in a few years I'll botch that solemn promise as well, probably. I will promise you this: I will never write a fic with Sasuke in it.

These 50 Sentences are formally dedicated to my cat Sadie, who got run over very early this morning, being Saturday the fourteenth of July in the year 2007. May she run swift and free with her ancestors in StarClan, and may the ass who ran her over suffer eternally from genital herpes. Amen.

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Fandom: Warriors; Warriors: The New Prophecy
Pairing: Firestar xSandstorm; Firestar x Spottedleaf
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG

#01 – Ring

When he was alone in the leader's den and had time to let his mind wander, Firestar would often reminisce about his first Gathering back in the forest, the four magnificent leaders' pelts gleaming from the rock in the middle of Fourtrees when they positioned themselves in the traditional ring-like formation before yowling for the crowd's attention.

#02 – Hero

Sandstorm like to tease Fireheart; when they were alone on a patrol or out hunting, she joked about him one day being the Legendary Kittypet Clan-Hero; he would laugh and nudge her sides, trying to make her stumble a bit while on the inside he concluded that he'd enjoy being her personal hero much better.

#03 – Memory

Fireheart's favorite memory of Spottedleaf was her smell; as beautiful and inquisitive as the young tortoiseshell medicine cat had been, her smell was the first thing he ever knew of her, and he knew that if he were to peer in the corners of her den—now officially Yellowfang's den—he would find that smell lingering somewhere and be able to imagine her presence at least for a few fleeting seconds before Yellowfang herself caught him and ran him out in false rage.

#04 – Box

An almost suffocating warmth, an eternal expanse of white fur, the warm smell of milk, and the rough tumbling of his brothers and sisters—all hidden away in an old FedEx box—were Rusty's only recollections of his mother, but it was the only way he'd ever want to remember her.

#05 – Run

No matter how impossible the situation, Firepaw knew he would run a thousand miles to save his friends, even that prickly furball Sandpaw.

#06 – Hurricane

On his rare visits to the Tribe of Rushing Water, Firestar and his chosen patrol would sometimes visit the elders in their cave; the story he remembered best came from a mottled gray tabby who spoke of the Great Hurricane that was the driving force of the Tribes' migration to the mountains; immediately following the old tom's description of the disaster he suddenly thought of Sandstorm and turned to her only to find her looking back with a smug look on her face.

#07 – Wings

As Firestar looked into the beautiful light of the dawn from his den entrance, he glimpsed two cardinals swooping playfully about in the air, seeming to touch the sky itself, and—with a pang of guilt afterwards—impulsively wished he had wings to fly away from all of this…this responsibility that was as much his prison as his passion.

#08 – Cold

Sandstorm had always loved the cold weather for some StarClan-forsaken reason and Fireheart—as his namesake suggested—absolutely hated it, especially the way it matted his fur with the damned unavoidable slush, but he knew for Sandstorm he would brave a thousand leafbares of blizzard after blizzard only if it meant he could be with her again.

#09 – Red

Fireheart silently thanked Redtail in StarClan for giving him justice as one of his nine lives; he was absolutely certain with that gift he would give the cat before him a fair verdict.

#10 – Drink

When he was in Spottedleaf's den recovering from yet another battle, Firepaw relished the way his fur brushed up with hers as she gently helped him take a drink of river water resting stagnant in the large sycamore leaf before him.