Crimson lay down next to her, and realized she was still slim. Another couple months before kitting. But indeed he had noticed a change about her. She had seemed more shy and reluctant about things. And not just about her, the whole atmosphere had changed. Though he was still in the rocky desert, and it was quite devoid of color too, he smelled a change. You see, cats can sense the different seasons, and he felt another one coming along, and it wouldn't be dry much longer. At least, not in the desert. This one usually brought hope to him, but this time it brought nervous apprehension as well. The Thunderers seemed to anticipate this change as well, though they were standing asleep now, during their traveling, they had a bit of hope during their thirsty, lethal wanderings. A few of them had died from lack of water, no doubt. Thunderers seemed to drink a lot of water. But the excitement for this new season was dulled, and they felt bittersweet as much as Crimson.