Owl wants prompts!

What if Squirrelflight picked Ashfur as a mate instead of Brambleclaw?

Two cats share the same goal but use two very different methods to achieve it

(Sounds like TNNOK XD)

Probably not going to do this because, well, Stuck In The Middle is kind of like this.

Ashfur-
She chose me. Squirrelflight chose me over Brambleclaw. I could feel envious vibes coming towards me as she pressed her pelt up against mine. I licked her ear in return, and Brambleclaw stomped off. He had to give me one more resentful glance, though.

I breathed into her ear. "Thank you."

Squirrelflight smiled, but I could tell that Brambleclaw being so upset troubled her. They'd become close friends, despite their ongoing Hawkfrost feud.

I felt tension in the air as the silence thickened. The awkwardness seemed to make Squirrelflight uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, was too busy reliving that moment where she chose me.

Squirrelflight glanced at me. "I'm going to get some fresh-kill from the pile." Before I could respond, pawsteps had already been taken. I watched her go. That's when I heard a voice behind me.

"Looks like my brother finally found a mate for himself." Ferncloud looked smug, Dustpelt right beside her.

I studied my paws. "W-Well, she's a great cat, you know?"

My sister nodded. "Of course!"

Dustpelt grinned. "Any kit of Sandstorm's should be a great cat." I had completely forgotten that Sandstorm was her mother!

I felt my stomach growl. "Do you mind...?" I looked at them imploringly.

Dustpelt made a waving gesture. "Go."

I didn't need to be told twice. I made a bee line for the fresh-kill pile. Unfortunately, the only prey left was a tiny shrew, a trampled rabbit, and a scrawny crow. I curled my lip in distaste. Looking up, I saw Graystripe approach me. "Hurry up!" I decided on the scrawny crow, and nabbed it before I could get a scolding.

Scanning the clearing, I saw Squirrelflight staring at the mouse she'd picked. It hadn't been touched. Seeing no one else to sit with, I sat down beside her. "Are you okay?"

My mate stared glumly at the ground. "Why do toms have to be so difficult!"

I tried not to take this personally.  "What?"

Her eyes met mine. Worry was in the depths. It was so different when she was serious. All of her feisty spirit had gone. Squirrelflight pushed her prey over to me.