Firefur: Firefur wanted to go hunting. It was greenleaf and the heat was overwhelming, he wished he could help the clan face the heat in their thick coats. Winterbite happily greeted him at the entrance. Her eyes gleamed with pleasure. He felt his paws tingle and he blushed. How was he supposed to go hunt now? Morningstar: Morningstar peered through the vines that covered her den opening. To her disgust, she saw the two cats blushing at each other. Winterbite only weakens Firefur in these hard times! She thought rudely as she carefully crept out of the den and into the camp.
