It was puzzling to Wolfpaw, how something
alive could be so cold. Acornkit, Tawnykit -- the other cats he'd seen dead, were cold. The living had some semblance of warmth even when exposed to the elements.
"Are fish actually alive?"
Ultimately, his question wouldn't matter in the grand span of things, as Violetfreckle was collecting her fish and he opted to do the same. Fishing had gotten him a bit damp, and the frigid air against his fur was causing it to clump unpleasantly. He joined Violetfreckle in her return to camp, briefly brushing up against her in a small show of affection.
"Thanks."
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