Bitter

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Introduction
A cold breeze swept across the valley, rustling the grass and waking herds of sleeping deer. The mountains were formidable, a place where even in the hottest of summers you could still wake up to a world covered in frost. In the high desert water is scarce, with only a few streams criss crossing the precipitous landscape. The environment is harsh, with blazing summers and freezing winters, but the cats of the mountains wouldn't leave it for the world.

Flamepelt awoke suddenly to the breeze, startled he perked his head up to see the first rays of sunlight casting shadows of pine needles across the ground. He shivered before leaning back into Blackfur's side for warmth. He knew he should get up, but his den was cold enough as it is and outside would be even colder. It was mid-fall, the aspen's leaves had turned gold and the pines were beginning to shed their needles