Making Friends [C, Little Ripped]

Burrpaw was itching to get into the shade. For a moment, he understood why RiverClan cats liked the water so much. At least they weren’t hot.

His tan curly fur somehow trapped heat even more than the average cat. Willowy and tall, the tomcat eyed branches that he could perch on without it snapping under his paws.

Burrpaw was about to walk out of camp when he spotted a familiar face.

“Hello, how’s the prey running?”

He hated that question, so stilted and awkward.

“I’m Burrpaw.”

Burrpaw kicked himself. Why am I so awkward around she-cats..?

“Where were you off to?”

Ashstorm hated this weather and her very long fluffy fur didn't make it any easier to like it.  She had been staying in the warriors den most of the day because she had nothing else to do and the warrior's den had some nice shade.  After a while, she thought it would be good to get out of the den, or at least be nice to do at least something today.  She walk out of the den and started walking around camp, trying to find something to do.  The heat made her pant.

Suddenly, she heard someone speak.  She looked over to see that it was Burrpaw, who wasted no time telling her his name.  She chuckled slightly at the apprentice's awkward start.  "Hi, Burrpaw," she said.  "I'm Ashstorm, in case you forgot."  They didn't talk much, but she was pretty sure everyone in the clan at least sort of new each other.  "I was just going to get a drink of water, this heat is horrible. Where are you going?"