Cracker quietly padded up to the edge of the woods. The sun had now set, and the moon risen, casting an eerie glow over the dark forest.
The kitty-pet paused before stepping into the shade of the trees. Heather had warned her of dangerous cats living in the forest, but Cracker had forgotten the warning in her excitement to explore the forest's edge.
A mouse skittered across her paws, and she ran after it. It was making a break for a small hole near the base of a tree. Cracker sped up and slammed her paws down on it's tail. She paused for moment before killing it.
Someone laughed. Cracker spun around, hissing. Heather's warning popped into her mind, and her fur bristled. "Impressive, Iv'e never seen a kitty-pet catch something before."
The voice was coming from above. Cracker craned her neck, trying to get a good look at who was up there through the leaves. A leaf twitched. Or rather, two small leaves twitched. Cracker blinked. Why were leaves moving? The leaves moved again, and a cat jumped down onto the ground. "I'm Fernpaw."
Fernpaw had light brown fur and dark green eyes. Those weren't leaves, it was her eyes! Cracker realized.
Cracker just stood there, not sure what to do. The strange cat could eat her, but she didn't want to look like a wuss.
Fernpaw rolled her eyes. "And you are...?" Cracker blushed, she had forgotten her manners. "Umm, I'm Cracker."
The orange tabby shuffled her paws nervously. Did all forest cats pretend to be friendly only to eat them? Cracker un-sheathed her claws just in case.
"You know your not supposed to be here." Fernpaw said, flicking her tail. "And why not?" Cracker argued. Fernpaw laughed. "This is Thunderclan territory. If you were paying attention, you would've smelled the border."
Cracker blushed deeper and hoped Fernpaw didn't notice. "Fernpaw? Is that you? Stop wandering off!"
Cracker froze. Another cat.
