"No problem, bud." Barley said.

Why was my pelt heating up, I'm not in love, am I?

"Something on your mind?" Barley asked.

"N-no, Nothing..." I trailed off.

"Yeah, sure." Barley said rolling his eyes.

I stood up, shaking the hay and stuff out of my black pelt, as I climbed up to the roof of the barn to get a drink. What is this strange feeling? I shook the subject off. I bent down to get a drink of water. Why do I feel like this? I  thought to myself. Why was my pelt heating up every time my best friend spoke to me? I shook it off as I climbed back down the barn.

"Took you long enough." Barley stated as I walked back in. He was cleaning up a bit. I decided maybe I could help him out a bit.

"You need any help?" I asked.

"No, not right now anyway." He said.

"Okay." Was all I said before I walked out, laying down outside the entrance of the barn.

I sighed. The heat of greenleaf was awful, especially when you have a black pelt.

"Hey Ravenpaw." Barley said sitting down beside me.

"Hi." I replied.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, it's just the greenleaf heat." I grumbled.

"This heat is awful." He stated.

"I know, and with a pelt like mine, it's a million degrees hotter." I Said.