Speck coward against a tree as yet another branch almost struck her. The wind howled in her ears and rain pelted her, soaking her to the bone. The wind was a hand ripping up the earth around her. She yowled out in surprise when her shelter, a big oak with a hollow in which she was hiding in was jerked from the ground and up into the tornado. She was thrashed painfully about as the angry winds carelessly found their ways through the open felid. She was slammed back down to earth and she leapt to her paws, looking for new shelter. Speck's fur was now bristled in fear; she saw another kitten near by. It was jet black, expect for on the tip of its tail there was a splash of light gray. She took great caution as she made her way to him. Then his yellow eyes fell on her. She crept closer until their noses were touching, they had to be close, and they were under a boulder that was propped up by the hole on which it jutted over. He whispered his name into her ear,
"I'm Shredear of Trees, who are you?" Speck turned away. His voice was smooth and silky, like a gentle spring. She turned back and meowed softly,
"I'm Speck. I used to live in with people, the Eagle Eye Tribe.'' He cringed as he recognized the scent on her. It was of people, the native ones of this land. This was a tribe cat, one of those different ones who lived with people. He had seen their tepees with smoke curling out of their tops as they burned their food.
"Yes, your people died. I observed it as this horrid storm formed,'' was his reply. Speck was a very light gray and when light fell on it she was pure silver. She was this solid color all over but she had a patch of white over her left eye. She lowered her head and muttered,
"Yes, I know. Are you one of those cats from a clan in the forest?" Shredear nodded and said coolly,
"Since your bleeding on your paw right now we could do a short ceremony where you are able to become one of us." Speck looked up eagerly and offered her paw. The wind over head had decreased and now she could hear herself think. Shredear turned for a brief second as he cut his own paw on the boulder. He then pressed his paw and hers together so the bloods mixed.
"Now, we are one. Do you accept it, Speck?'' he asked as he kept his paw against hers.
"Yes, Shredear I do," Speck said as she looked intently at her paw.
"Then now you shall be one of the Forrest Clan. My leader will change your name when we return,'' proclaimed the black tom. They slept the night away then, for they both were still young cats and needed it after such excitement.