That night, Shannon who was now Moonclaw had a dream. In the dream the boy beside her pressed against her body, his warm embrace joining with her own. The feel of his skin against her fur excited her as she pushed herself on him in return. The caress of their forms followed as she had removed his clothes, he staring stunned but curious at her. What followed was something blurry, indistinct, things that the tween herself didnt understand or know yet. Her body just felt good in dreaming them, and instinct tickled at her most sensitive areas as she dreamed it. Her toes curled, her feet kicked, she felt a squirming warmth then....
Moonclaw woke, blazing golden eyes blinking. She was in the woods with her pack at the campsite. Noah lay cuddled next to her, still clothed, but she...she was tingling all over her body, flush with warmth. Suddenly Moonclaw felt herself as Shannon being very aware of the feeling, strange though it was. She gently dislodged Noah, who smiled as he turned over in his sleep, and got up, padding to her feet. The others slept around her, unaware as she felt the air cold against her body. Steam rose from her fur as her skin was coated in a fine mist of sweat.
"What is happening to me..." she wondered softly.
"It is a heat," The voice of another spoke from the shadows. "Your first true heat."
Shannon whirled around