Pepperstorm looked at Tuft. "Are you ready?" She said, as the rouges were ready to attack. "Ready as ever." Meowed Tuft, winking. Pepperstorm leaped into battle, Tuft by her side. They brushed their fur together. Pepperstorm knew she loved Tuft- but she would have to get to know him better first. Tuft and Pepperstorm were still fighting, after a long time. Pepperstorm knew she would have a mate like no other Clan cat. But at least, she was not a Clan cat still, right? "Maybe," sighed Pepperstorm. Tuft looked sad. "Please, take me as a mate!" He meowed. "Not yet. Give it TIME."