Firestorm nodded gratefully to the tom for going out of his way to help her out. ”Thank you,” the young warrior meowed in a muted tone. The sobs that had overwhelmed her in the clearing, had since turned into sniffles and coughs. That, however, did very little for the migraine that she had been enduring since initially finding the body at Twilight Falls. ”I’m sorry.” She whispered, as she set about dousing herself in the sweetened water. It wasn’t much, but the orange tabby wanted to convey that she regretted that he had to see her in such a state ”Do you think everyone else will think I’m uncool for that?” Firestorm cared deeply about what others thought about her, that was why she was always boasting and singing her own praises. But what about now? Would she forever be remembered as the lame crybaby? A kitten? She hoped not. Imagine if she became the leader in the future and no one took her seriously because of what happened today! That would be uncool.