No one seemed to notice the stocky, lithe she-cat resting in a darker part of the clearing. Unlike most cats, Bluedew enjoyed the cold. It was her favourite time of the season. Crunching leaves, puffs of foggy breath, huddling close to defeat the oncoming cold. It was just her place. Where she felt happiest. Eyes narrow and tail swinging gently from one side of her body to the other, she breathed in the crisp air, one of her rare smiles dancing on her muzzle. I think I'm the only cat in any clan that enjoys the cold of the seasons.. She pondered softly, zoning out slightly, letting her eyes wander over her peers in gladness. Although she never seemed like the most grateful cat, she truly loved her clan and every cat in it. Well, mostly every cat, but she knew that without each of them, the clan wouldn't be the same.