Snowstar and Grim began to make their way to the edge of the camp to get out. He watched as Snowstar jumped with ease to the on to the upper floor. Grim wiggled his haunches and leaped. Unlike Snowstar, he had not been so graceful, having to scramble over the edge. "You make it look so easy." Grim told her. "I jumped on to the fence at my old place a lot, so I had lots of practice." She replied.
Grim looked over at the moor. The heather was blossoming and the gorse bushes yellow buds adding beautiful splashes of colors onto the purple heather land. In the distance and hidden within the heather fields he could see the springy moor grass. A few small trees and big, mossy rocks dotted the land. Many fox-lengths away lay in the forest and even further away in the opposite direction was the island that, from here, looked to be the size of an ant! Grim couldn't help but admire the beautiful scenery he saw. He turned his head to see The Windclan cats.
