After the traumatic event that was trying to save Fragilepast, Century had realized something important. Had she not been able to cauterize her father’s wounds with her flame, she was not sure he would have lived much longer, head injury or no. She couldn’t stand for it; in the future, her clanmates needed to be able to make fire of their own.
And so she had grabbed two plain sticks from the forest, the kind which would be available anywhere in case of an emergency. She sat in the center of camp and thought back to a small village she had visited moons ago; they had all used some technique of rubbing sticks together to create fire. It was difficult to remember the details, but surely she could replicate it well enough.
The snow leopard raised her head, shouting to the clan “I’m going to teach you all an important skill! How to create fire without any powers.” Turning back to her sticks, she placed one perpendicular to the other and began rubbing it between her paws, driving it against the other. “It’s really easy, you just rub these sticks like this, and then. . . there should be a fire! Eventually.” Along her commentary she began twisting the stick faster and faster, frustration evident in her movements.
A growl erupted in Century’s throat just second before angry fire left her mouth and crashed into the sticks, creating a rather sizeable flame at her feet. She paused for a moment, staring at her mistake, then gave a sheepish grin as she pinned her ears back. “Um. So, would anyone else like to try?”