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Pale dawn light streamed over the horizon, bathing the FireClan camp in a soft yellow glow. The air was still cool from the cover of night, though soon the ground would burn with a scorching, fiery intensity and later in the day it would become so unbearable only the most foolish of warriors would dare emerge from their dens until the sun dipped lower into the sky. Brilliant yellow eyes flashed with anticipation as a light breeze, rare in these parts, ruffled the tom's golden orange fur, a silent promise that it was going to be a good day. StarClan knew, it was going to be a great day.
"Rise and shine, kiddo!" The grinning tom called, shoving his head into the apprentice's den, his eyes wavering until it landed on a dappled grey form, who was still curled up in his nest, fast asleep. A mischievous smile tugged at Sunstorm's maw, and, tail waving with optimism that rarely left his demeanor, he shoved his way into the den and prodded the apprenti