(Yay! Thank you so much!)
Something of was going on in the forest. Ripple could sense it. There was a sickly sweet scent on the breeze, and he was well-aware of what it was. Heat. Before he could stop himself, his paws carried him toward the scent with urgency, seeming to lift him off the ground. When Ripple finally reached the tree, he cast his gaze up, and there Rene was, sitting up in the tree. "Hey!" The silver tabby tom called, "How's the weather up there?"