Brookestar looked away when he saw embarrassment haunt her eyes. For a second, he saw love, bt she turned away before he could name it. He dug up he earth with his sheathed claws, then she walked towards him. The she-cat pressed her coat on his. He smiled then got up and followed her. He ran over to the fresh kill pile and lay his vole down on top of the thrushes and mouses. He padded back to her and licked her on the head affectionately. Mistheart loved him too. It was true, wasn't it? Either way he told her.

"I love you, Mistheart."

His voice was a soft mummer. Waves of emotion played through his words, and they made him prickle with happiness. He hoped that it happened to her to.