As Birch Tail padded through the moonlit forest, everything was wonderful. For the first time in a while her head was clear. She followed the familiar trail to her favourite tree, the sky oak. It's bark was perfect for climbing, and the branches weren't too far apart. But best of all, it was so tall that it gave a great view of the beautiful night sky.
Birch Tail managed to climb it without so much effort due to lots of practice and when she settled down on her favourite branch she gazed at the stars breathlessly, they seemed to be brighter tonight. In fact they looked so large and glistened so brightly, thar Birch Tail felt like she would be able to grab them, if she could reach far enough.
Taking the risk and knowing how dumb this was Birch Tail outstretched a paw at the stars. When a cool breeze shuffled her fur. Normally she would have welcomed the feeling, but this time it had caught her at the wrong time. Birch Tail lost her balance, however she knew she wouldn't get badly injured. She knew her own clumsiness only too well and that's why she had chosen that specific branch. It wasn't too high up, you could still get a good view if the glittering stars and there was a bush at the bottom, just in case.
When she landed on the bush she felt relieved to only have gotten winded. As she tried to scramble out she tripped on a branch. 'It didn't feel like a branch...' she thought in confusion. 'Come to think if it, this bush feels soft...too soft.' She thought. "Weird. This bush feels strange..." she muttered
Birch Tail tensed when she heard muffled giggling coming from deeper inside. "W-w-who's there?" She stuttered shock edging her mew. "The great bush of course!" Purred a voice followed by more laughing. 'Wait...she recognized that voice...' "Cedar Fur?! What are you doing here?!" She gasped. "Get off of me so I can tell you." he chuckled.