Honeyfrost's morning was off to a great start. No one was bothering her, or trying to tease her. But, one thing happened, and she was thrown off. Honeyfrost was walking casually around camp, looking to help, when she crashed into Flamewing, the most handsome tom in the clan. Honeyfrost could feel her cheeks turning red, but she refused to like him since she already had Hawkwhisker. But Honeyfrost still couldn't hold back the butterflies in her stomach. Before Honeyfrost could turn away, Flamewing asked, "You're Honeyfrost right?" Honeyfrost swallowed, "Um, yes." "Will you come walk with me so we can talk?" Honeyfrost's heartbeat racketed up and her stomach was fluttering. "Sure," she replied calmly, even though she was sure she would burst inside.
They walked quietly for a few minutes before Flamewing said, "So, you were captured, right?" "Yes." "What was it like?" Honeyfrost wasn't sure she could describe the fear she had felt, so she simply said, "Scared." Flamewing nodded patiently. Before the day was done, there was no doubt about it, Honeyfrost was falling for Flamewing.