Foxpaw felt the weight of the rocks on him suddenly vanish.

"Where am I?" He asked no one in particular. He saw he was in a sunny clearing in the middle of the forest. He noticed a white she-cat with grey paws approaching him.

"Sweetmint? Is that you?" Foxpaw asked the she-cat.

"Yes, it's me." Replied Sweetmint.

"Since your dead does that mean I'm dead?" Asked Foxpaw worriedly.

"Foxpaw, you are not dead, but I need to tell you something." Answered Sweetmint.

"What?" Asked Foxpaw.

"You must find an old friend for he knows what you need." Replied Sweetmint.

"Thanks, but who is the friend?" Asked Foxpaw.

"You will find out soon." Said Sweetmint.

"When will I wake up?" Asked Foxpaw.

"Soon, but not yet." Replied Sweetmint.

"Then what should I do?" Asked Foxpaw.

"If you would like to hunt you are welcome to." Replied Sweetmint.

"Alright." Foxpaw replied. He started smelling for prey in the undergrowth. He smelled a thrush, his favorite. He went into the hunter's crouch and slowly crept towards the squirrel. He stepped on a twig and the squirrel dropped it's nut, but it didn't move. He pounced on the squirrel and gave it the killing bite. He took it back to the clearing to offer Sweetmint some, but no one was there. He ate the squirrel, and buried the bones. When he was done he woke up.