ONE MORE:
Firestar arranged his mossy bedding to make a sleeping place for her, and she curled up and closed her eyes. "Good night, Firestar," she murmured.
Firestar touched his nose to her fur. "Good night."
Soon her soft, regular breathing told him she was asleep. For all his weariness, Firestar did not feel ready to curl up beside her. Instead he sat watching while the moon rose and spilled pale light through the entrance to the den, touching Sandstorm's fur to silver. She was so beautiful, Firestar thought, so precious to him.

AHHH I LOVE FIRESTAR BEING ALL CUTE AND LOVEY.

From The Prophecies Begin #6: The Darkest Hour