A/N: Lucky you, this chapter has all the pairings. Forgive me for taking so long to update! D:

"I don't want you with her anymore, Fiery."

Firestar sighed, "How many times have I told you not to call me that, Tigerstar?"

The former ShadowClan leader shrugged, grinning easily, "It sounds good." His expression turned serious, "But don't think that I'll let you change the subject. I don't want you with Sandstorm anymore, Fiery."

"Well, Tigey, how do you expect me to just separate from her all of a sudden, with no explanation? My feelings for her may have dimmed, but I still care about her. I don't want to break her heart." Firestar mumbled into the tabby's chest fur, as they lay side-by-side on the dreamscape shores of the sun-drown-place.

"I don't care. I can't go another day watching her nuzzle you in the way only I can." Tigerstar growled, refusing to look his mate in the face. He didn't want the ThunderClan leader to see just how much this was bothering him. Firestar belonged to him and no one else-- especially not that annoying sandy she-cat!

"What will Squirrelflight and Leafpool think of me if I do that?" Firestar meowed gently, and Tigerstar's ears flattened. The dark deceased cat had come to think of the two she-cats as his own, considering their father was his mate, which was one of the reasons why Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw's love had disturbed him so much.

He would never tell that the reason why Leafpool was a brown tabby instead of ginger like her parents; he had used all his strength to bless the medicine cat when she was still in Sandstorm's womb. He had only had enough to bless one kit, and apparently his influence had altered her fur color as well; perhaps even her eye color, which were amber like Tigerstar's, but not quite as golden-- they seemed paler in shade.

He was unsure of what Firestar would think of him, deliberately giving one of his daughters the power to give birth to the Three, which he had not even known of at the time of the blessing. He was sure StarClan had no idea where the Three's powers had come from, either.

He wasn't about to spill the mousebile when things were getting so complicated for his three grandchildren. Lionblaze would blame him for their screwed-up lives, surely. He couldn't risk that. Not when the golden tabby was so close to obtaining power.

The power that should have been mine, if not for Scourge. The dark tom thought disdainfully, but when the smaller reddish tom next to him nudged him gently with a quiet, "Tigerstar?" his mood changed entirely.

"I'm fine, kittypet." Tigerstar murmured. "All right, I suppose I can understand your reasoning. But I still don't like it."

Firestar smiled and purred, "Everything will be alright, love. Just you wait and see."

I wish I could believe you. The deceased tom thought, But with everything I know that you do not, it is difficult.

"You know I love you, right?" Firestar's words caught him by surprise and he looked down at the red leader, brows raised.

"I could never doubt it, kittypet." He rumbled with a vicious certainty.

"I believe you, but…" Firestar searched for the right words, "…how can you be so sure?"

"I don't need reassurance, because I know you do." Was Tigerstar's simple reply.

"Sootfur?"

Said tom grumbled and rolled over in his nest.

"Sooty?"

No response.

"WAKE UP YOU STUPID FUZZBALL."

Sootfur leapt to his feet with a startled yelp. "W-what?!" He exclaimed, looking around wildly. "Are we being attacked--?!"

An amused chuckle rose from within Ashfur's throat. "Relax, you sleepy moron. Everything's fine. Brambleclaw just needs you for a patrol." His blue eyes shone with love. Luckily for the two, the warrior's den was empty, so they could speak as lovers as much as they wanted.

Sootfur blinked twice. "Oh." He replied simply, and made a dash out of the den, brushing his flank along Ashfur's as he went.

"I love you." The flecked gray tom whispered as the other tom went grinned,

Sootfur grinned, "I know you do."

"I wonder why Firestar's been acting so weird lately-- especially around Sandstorm?" Jayfeather murmured, sitting beside Breezepelt as the Clan leaders addressed all the cats in the clearing. Their pelts were brushing just enough to show each other that they still cared, but not so close that cats would start to suspect something odd. They were sitting in the back, where there was a lesser chance of being overheard.

Firestar had been avoiding Sandstorm like the plague ever since he had woken up from a nap that morning, a guilty-yet-knowing gleam in his eyes-- or, with Jayfeather who was blind, in his aura. It almost seemed as if his avoidance of his mate was for the best-- but for who, the gray tabby was unsure. For Sandstorm herself, or… for the red leader's own heart?

"I wish you'd stop obsessing over things that were none of your business." Breezepelt joked, rolling his eyes playfully.

"I'm serious." Jayfeather hissed back, though there was no real anger in his tone.

Breezepelt chuckled, "I know you are. That's why I love you."

The ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice scoffed, his blind blue eyes shining, "Oh, be silent-- because I know you do."

A/N: -melts in a pile of mush- How sappy was that, really? Though I just had to add in my theory of why Leafpool is brown instead of ginger. I know it easily could have been feline genetics alone, but still x3