A shadow ran swiftly, a giant red blur of fur chasing him. Black eyes glinted from the light shining down from the trees. A fox was snarling, snapping at his tail. He suddenly tripped,
the fox leaping on top of him and biting his ear, the sharp teeth slicing through flesh. He managed to wiggle free with only one ear,
leaving a trail of blood. He saw a low hanging branch and leaped,
only just about grabbing it before the fox lunged for his tail. It tore off a clump of fur, and he kept on climbing the tree until he was several branches above the forest floor. The fox waited for a while, then walked off, snarling in anger, picking up the torn-off ear and carrying it away. The tom curled up on the branch, pelt soggy from the rain, whatever blood trail was on the ground being washed away from the colorless droplets, as he fell asleep. About an hour later, he woke up, rain still falling, this time more and heavier. He climbed down slowly, limping a bit, looking for herbs. He found a clump of marigold, but slipped on some mud before he could chew off more then four leaves. He sighed, his ear burning with pain again,
now more intense. He heard a voice from the shadows, calling out to him. "Uh... Are you ok?" The she-cat's voice was soft, and when he looked up, he saw a ginger-brown-black she-cat staring down at him, curiosity in her eyes. "Oh, your ear!" She gasped,
nuzzling him up. "I'm fine." The tom grumbled. "That is NOT fine!" She said, starting to walk away. "Come on! I must bring you back to Brambleclan!" He instantly stopped.
"Brambleclan? Have you lost it?" He said. "Oh, of course! You must be a loner! That's why you have no clan-scent, and I haven't seen you before, either!"