PRIVATE Is This Right?

As the two cats traveled through the dark tunnel, Redfall's mind was a whirl with thoughts.
"Mistpaw," Redfall whispered from behind her.

Mispaw whispered back,
"What is it?"

"Are we doing the right thing?"

Mistpaw rolled her eyes but kept silent as the tunnel opened up into a dimly lit cavern.
She turned to face the older tom, mewing with the utmost confidence,
"We are doing the right thing. Starclan has led us here, and now we must go the rest of the way." She smiled. "Besides - everyone knows that you're meant to lead Darkclan!" Mistpaw turned away, padding up to the largest stalactite in the cavern and letting one of the drops land on her head. She slowly lay down and drifted off quickly.

Redfall was going to say something else, but now...
"Ugh, she's asleep already?" Redfall looked up at the ceiling. "Is she in the realm of Starclan now," he wondered aloud. He sighed. "Well... I guess it can't hurt to..." He went up to the stalactite and let one of the drops of water hit his head.
The single drop was far colder then he expected, the freezing water soaking through the fur on his head, the coldness spreading throughout his body like a frozen fire -it was like he was paralyzed!
Well, now he knew why Mistpaw laid down as soon as the water hit her head, he thought grimly.
Somehow, he managed to lay down awkwardly, his frozen eyelids closing slowly and painfully. As soon as his eyes closed, the cold was gone and replaced with a raging fire in his pelt.