Spark Hunt

You said you don't even know sparks. *Huff.* Unacceptable. I left my perch on the windowsill and marched down to the low table. Darkness was creeping in, but I spotted a smooth glass candle jar standing alone. I braced my legs against the wood, leaned forward, and tapped the cold glass firmly with my claw. Clink! No flame jumped out, but I felt the lingering scent of old wick. I pressed my tail tip near the jar's base, letting the painted red flame glow in the dim room. A warrior starts with finding the heat. Next time, we make it blaze.