The first time she saw him was after her warriors ceremony, when Birchstar assigned her to a hunting patrol. Her name was Dappleleaf.

Dappleleaf was about to pounce on a plump mouse, when a black blur ran past, taking the mouse with it. Dappleleaf caught a glimpse of deep, onyx colored eyes. "Is anything wrong?" Liontail, the deputy asked. "No, I'm fine." She cocked her head and continued hunting.

A few days later, Dappleleaf was hunting by herself. Her tan pelt with dark brown stripes blending her in the shadows. A black tom sat on top of a log, his onyx eyes gleaming as he watched her.

Dappleleaf hissed. "Get off of ShadowClan territory, mouse brain!" She growled. The black tom laughed, and Dappleleaf's ears twitched in confusion. "Leave now." She glared at the tom. "Okay, okay." The tom said, grinning at her. He jumped down from the log and left the territory, his tail high. Dappleleaf rolled her eyes with frustration. How many rogues acted like that?

"Dappleleaf-wake up." Dappleleaf slowly opened her eyes. Liontail was standing above her, his usually cheery face grave. "Is something wrong?" Dappleleaf whispered, quietly getting to her feet. "Birchstar wants to see you." Liontail replied, stepping over the sleeping warriors nimbly. Dappleleaf knew that if Birchstar wanted to see her at the crack of dawn, it wouldn't be good. The light brown tabby followed Liontail nervously.