"Any idea what the eternal night is?"

Brightstream stared blankly at Crystalheart.

"I haven't a clue. Why don't we ask the others what they think?" she replied, yawning. "I don't really like this isolation thing that our Clans put on us. Why can't we go home?"

"You never considered that if we lose control, we could destroy the camps if separated? No, it's better to keep us together and safely away. At least there's a lot of fish here, though Icefrost hates fish." Crystalheart watched the sun slowly sink into the lake. "Isn't it time you went to eat? I thought the others wanted you to eat with them." Clearly Crystalheart had no intention of eating. 

"Why don't you come?" Brightstream invited. "I need help lighting a camp-fire, because we're in the middle of the lake, and it can get rather chilly, not to mention dark." Crystalheart finally got up, grumbling, and stepped into the clearing. A pile of sticks, dead bracken, and dried oak leaves lay spread out in a circle with a few larger pieces of wood sprinkled with chips of bark in the center. Crystalheart nosed the bark, making it glow, then Brightstream lightly prodded it with an outstretched claw. Instantly, it burst into orange flames.

"I thought your fire was blue." Crystalheart mused.

"I figured that it would become ordinary fire if you set it off first." The tabby she-cat replied. Hawkfrost walked over.

"Want to share?" He mewed, waving a fat carp enticingly in front of the she-cat's muzzle. Mistflame had caught a small water vole and was wolfing it down in a corner, while Icefrost devoured a thrush, and Echoheart sulked. "You can have the first bite." He passed the plump fish to her. Brightstream dipped her head politely and bit int the fish, taking care to pull out the gray guts of the fish first with her claws. 

"Ewwww I hate the guts, they taste bad. I'm going to get rid of it." She mewed, padding over to the dirtplace and burying the fish parts. She went back to the place where she and Hawkfrost were eating. Hawkfrost stood up. 

"The fresh kill's already gone cold, why don't we warm it up by the fire?" He grabbed the fish in his jaws.

"I have a better idea." Brightstream fetched a sharp stick, impaling the fish, grasped the stick, and thrust it into the fire. A moment later, a fragrant smell of roasting fish filled the air as the fish was pulled out, slightly browned and thouroughly cooked.

"Smells good!" Hawkfrost nosed the fish. "But isn't that what twolegs do with meat?"

"I know that, but I thought I'd try it. It tastes as good as it smells. Why don't you all try it?" All around were the other cats impaling their fresh kill on sticks. Brightstream tucked into the carp, before passing it back to Hawkfrost.

"I'm done." she mewed. "I'm going to work out how I can stop the dens from burning down." She padded off.

Brightstream grabbed some sand, drenching the warrior's den in silvery lake sand. Then, she unsheathed a claw, and touched the roof. The sand melted, turning as clear as water. The moment, it dried. The melted sand now looked a bit like ice that didn't melt, and wasn't cold either. The ice covered the whole construction, trapping the reed frame, and coating the thorns. Thankfully, the melted sand didn't dull the points but made them sharper. The inside of the den was as warm and soft and feather-lined as ever. The feathers were courtesy of Echoheart, most probably. Brightstream thought. She did the same with Crystalheart's den, even building a large dome of sand-ice over the fresh-kill pile, with a hole in which a cat could go in the bubble of sand-ice and get fresh kill, or to place a piece of fresh kill, also keeping out birds of prey and flies. Tired out, she slumped to her nest.

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Hawkfrost's POV

Hawkfrost was watching Brightstream work. He found himself impressed by her grace, earlier when they were hunting. The dens were beautiful, coated in some sort of transparent ice made of melted sand. He watched Brightstream walk into the sleeping den, while the others, finishing their meal of roasted fish and birds, filed into the den while admiring its beauty.

"How pretty!" Mistflame exclaimed. Not half as pretty as the cat who created it. He thought wistfully. 

"Very delicate and detailed!" Icefrost remarked, glancing at the structure. 

"Beautiful!" Echoheart praised timidly. Beautiful, just like Brightstream. He said to himself. The other cats spilled into the den, claiming their nests. Hawkfrost padded in, choosing a nest closest to Brightstream's which was at the very back of the den. Echoheart and Icefrost squeezed in, forming a circle around Brightstream, with Icefrost and Hawkfrost at her sides, Mistflame and Echoheart in front. The den was not very large, and very cosy and warm. Crystalheart made sure the rain and wind wouldn't put the fire out, making it into an eternal fire by releasing some golden sparks of eternal fire from her claws, before slinking into her own den. Hawkfrost glanced at Brightstream, who was sleeping. She purrs in her sleep, He took note. He pressed his brown pelt against hers. Outside, the Leaf-fall moon shone brightly. I wish every day could be like this........ He thought, drifting off to sleep.

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