The chilling breeze awoke Flame That Shines Like Sun, ruffling her ginger tabby fur and whistling in her ears. A bright orange leaf settled beside her in her nest and she promptly batted it away, before getting up and stretching each leg. Her jaws opened wide in a yawn, the watery dawn sunshine streaming through the branches of the warriors’ den and doing little to warm her. Leaf-fall was nearly over. Today it was Cakestar’s birthday. ------- ‘Happy birthday to you,