Mitts sat sulking in her den. She wanted to explain everything to someone, but she couldn’t. It sounded like Luna was getting fed up of Mitts not talking too, so maybe she was getting something to help? Nonetheless, Mitts was trapped. She couldn’t explain what she did, even if she could talk. She didn’t know why she did it either, she just did. She didn’t like Flame or anything, well, she might like her a little. Mitts shook her head and buried it underneath her paws. She couldn’t like Flame, Flame was a girl. She was a girl. That’s not how it worked, or at least she had never been told that was how it worked. She was just terribly confused.