A black she-cat bounded over to her mother,
"Bluestar's dead! Oh, mother, your sister!" The old tan cat's eyes widened but she calmly said,
"It's time to show ourselves to Thunder Clan."
"But what will they think of a kitty-pet who has a warrior name?" fretted the young black cat. Her tail twitched nervously. The elder tan she-cat didn't answer but jumped over the tall white fence in a single bound. The young followed in an obedient style. They made their way through the woods. The elder abruptly stopped and sniffed the air. Her daughter did also. The smell of wild cats tickled their soft pink noses. Suddenly the under-growth next to the young one moved and out jumped a long white haired tom. The young one stared and felt fear rising in her throat, choking her. The tom was followed by a white /gingered patched she-cat with one eye and a ear in shreds.