Skyfall padded through the undergrowth, her bushy tail swishing back and forth. She was grieving her lost sister, Leafpaw, who had not survived the previous battle. It was the one which had earned Skyfall her warrior name, but it hardly brought her any joy. Skyfall spotted a thrush and got into the hunter crouch. She heard a twig snap and sat up, her ears pricked. A slimy paw covered her mouth before she could scream.
"Dont move," said the owner of some stinky breath. Skyfall realized she was surrounded by three muscular toms. "Come with us, and we wont hurt anyone," the cat continued. Skyfall nodded quickly, unwilling to let anything happen to her beloved AshClan. The four toms marched her out of Clan territory and led her into a valley with lots of toms. They all looked at her; a few even hooted. A fat gray tom padded forward and said, " Welcome to MateClan. This is a place where toms can mate when they want and with whoever they want. We only had four other she-cats so we brought you here. You cannot leave camp unless to mate or to make dirt. Go to your nest now." Skyfall was shoved to a reed nest lined with moss. With a sigh she curled up and began to groom herself. Several toms passed by and spent a long time looking at her rear end. She snarled at them and they went away. StarClan, please protect me.
