A Fiery Trace

A flash of bright ginger leaf skittering across the grass made me freeze mid-step! For a second, I thought of Firestar—my paws instantly bounded after it, convinced my best friend was sneaking up on me through the ferns. I pounced with all my might, but instead of a ginger pelt, I ended up landing nose-first into a hollowed birch stump filled with crunchy, red-gold autumn leaves. As I scrambled out, shaking bits of dry bark off my whiskers, I spotted two round acorns nestled inside. I tucked the best one beside the trunk to show Firestar whenever our paths cross next!