Stormfire

I looked up. A brown tabby tom was soaring above me, his muscles broad and powerful. His green eyes glowed like emeralds in the shining light of the treacherous sun, hard to look at but charming at the same time. He curled his lips back in a smile, his gaze warm and friendly as he gazed at me. The moment I saw him I was in love.

Prologue
My name is Stormfire. I'm a warrior of DistantClan. Not just any old warrior, but the deputy.

Some may say that I am very beautiful.

My fur is silver with stripes and scars all over. It is very soft.

Underneath all that fur are muscles, powerful broad muscles which make me a very skillful hunter, and formidable enemy. That's why Boltstar chose me as his deputy.

That and because he loved me.

Every single day of my life, from the day when we were both made warriors to now, I have shared a den with him and curled up next to him after the exhausting duties of Clan Deputy that I must overtake every single day, dawn till dusk.

I've always thought that he would be the father of my kits. That is, until I met Lighthaze....

It was a bright, sunny morning. The warmth of the sun warmed Stormfire's thick silver pelt so much that she felt as though she were about to vomit. Boltstar was beside her, cooling her down by washing her with long, rhythmic tongue strokes. His own black pelt, broken apart by zigzags of white, was already sleek and handsome.