It was a cold late January night. All of London was covered in a thick blanket of snow that continued to steadily fall. A young scarlet colored kitten raced down a dark and quiet alley to escape the busy city streets. On her back was her younger sister, who was too small to keep up with her. Instead of sharing her sister's scarlet markings, she was marked with black and gold. Just as they approached two large metal gates, the scarlet kitten collapsed. She used the last little bit on strength and energy she could to pull her and sister behind a couple of large crates that sat just outside, before her body gave out and darkness swallowed her whole.