I don't think I like the heat, Cross Hart thought as he trudged towards the lake. The heat made him tired and sweaty, which was why he was seeking out the cool waters of the lake. There would be no one joining him out of the throngs of other Gladiers with the same idea as he; there were no friends among the masses. He sighed, shaking the sweat from his fur as he walked on. He would have loved a friend to join him, but it simply wasn't to be. No one cared about the pink Circinus.
He shook his head again to stop the sweat rolling down towards his eyes. He misstepped as he did so, tripping over his own feet and tumbling down the hill he had been descending. A noise of surprise left his throat as he rolled, quickly getting dizzy from the flurry of motion.
I don't like this, was the only thought that managed to form in his confusion.
I don't like this at all.
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