A pitch black she-cat made her way through the night silently, making her pawsteps as quiet as they could be, though it was nearly impossible thanks to the thin
layer of crunchy snow upon the ground. Her green eyes darted warily from side to side as she watched out for any cat. She knew she was in some-cats territory
, and nobody knew better than her that, that was nothing but trouble. She was covered from head to toe in by cuts and bruises. She was pretty young, about 7
or 8 moons, but aside from her wounds, she was in healthy shape. She continued to slink through the night as quiet as a mouse. The moon shone through the
thick barrier of trees covering her, giving her light so she didn't have to move in complete darkness. She held her breath as she realized she was nearing the cats
camp; did she dare turn back? No, she couldn't. She had to cross eventually, so why not now on this quiet peaceful night. Maybe she would get lucky and these
cats would be friendly. She began to move faster, eager to get out of the area when suddenly she heard the crack of branches overhead. "What was that?" she
thought, halting in her paw steps, frozen in place. Crack! The sound came again. "C-come out and show yourself!" she stammered nervously, searching for
whatever was making the noise. Suddenly, there was the sound of a cat screeching and she felt herself slammed into the ground, the world seeming to fade and
ebb around her into complete and utter darkness.