"Tell us a story!" Acornkit exclaimed, jumping to her paws. "And what kind of story do you want to hear?" I asked nervously. "How about, how you two became mates!" Thornkit suggested. "That'll be BORING!" Acornkit complained. "Yeah!" Sparrowkit piped. Dustblaze smiled, and said mysteriously "Oh I assure you, how we became mates is anything but boring."

Slipping and sliding, cold surface between your toes. Can't see through, looking through distorted glass. Memories behind it. break the ice, fall into the frozen memories behind it. Melting. Building. Freezing. Ice. Slippery and breakable, strong and rough. What will it take to break the ice? Are we ready to fall? Ready to unfreeze the life before?