Sunrise lay in the shade of a nearby tree, his back stretched out with his eyes loghtly beginning to close as the breeze ruffled his long hair. He looked relaxed as ever taking his third nap of the day as the camp nervously hustled about him.

Everyone was on edge. Everyone was uneasy. They'd been here well over a fortnight and still Sunrise had made little plans to move. While they'd managed to find a quiet spot of the park to rest, there was no denying that two-legs were moving closer and closer in. Often, their howls could be heard in the middle of the night and there chatter in the middle of the day. It was never-ending the noice, never ending the clatter. Butterfly despised it, how could she not?

Hunting was growing harder and harder as most prey stuck near the two-legs, scavenging for their scraps. One day, she even dared to venture to catch a squirrel eating out of a dust bin. The two-legs made a deafening cry, charging on over to pelt her with stones, making sure that she couldn't make the kill. Her claws crunched into the ground just thinking of

"Sunrise."

Her ears perked up, listening to the soft mew from across the clearing. Cricket was nudging her mate awake, murmuring to him gently.

"Sunrise, we need to make a descison. We can't go on like this," she meowed, heads turning to listen.

"What do you mean?" He yawned, sitting himself up again.

"I think its time we moved on," she mewed gently, several cats nodded in agreement.

"But we're safe here," he replied.

Another cat sprang to their paws, eager to get their word in. "Safe? How can we possibly be safe with this many two-legs trouncing their way in?"

"Because we're hidden," he answered as if that finished the conversation. It of course didn't, it was rather naive of him to think that it would. Despite his leadership, Butterfly often thought he had the common sense of a worm. At any rate, the cat was so stubborn that once his mind was made up there was no amount of words that could ever change his mind.

Butterfly knew this so she slinked away, allowing the argument to spread into a full on civil war while she spent her time on more productive matters. Such as finding some prey.

You were unable to walk a few more than a handlful of fox-lengths within the park without running into the gravel paths. For that reason it was always best to stay low and quiet. Careful not to make a sound, she edged on through the the trees, brambles and ferns. Stealth was key in the park. Her senses had to be ten times more acute as she cisphered through all the scents and sound, parting the rustling of leaves from the steps of two-legs or the smell of their leftovers from long dead prey.

As she moved this task became harder and harder as she found her ears being overloaded. The chatting of two-legs grew louder and louder until eventually an even more blaring noice pounded through her ears. Thunderous it was, blasting on through, almost destroying her ear drums. Pushing down the panic, she followed the sound, curious to see what it was.

There she peered on through the branches of a fern, her eyes widing in shock as she saw it all.

There were hundreds of them, HUNDREDS of them all clustered together in a small clearing. All chanting and shouting and screaming and jumping and flinging their arms in the air in some bizarre ritual. This horrifying spectacle that had taking up the whole of the park. At the end lay an elevated piece of ground, on top of which a singular two-leg shrieked in these incomprehensible words. The vibrations rippled undeneath her as she shied her head away. The pain of the noice becoming too much to bear.

I have to tell the camp. We have to move.

Quickly, she scarmbled back, bolting on through the park, no longer caring about being seen. Her paws became a blur beneath her as she made way for the camp.

I have to tell them. I have to tell them.

She bursted on through into the camp.

Everyone stopped. Everyone stared.

"We need to leave now!" She ordered, Sunrise's head tilted at her. "Its no longer safe. Theres something happening with the two-legs, they're...they're... I don't know what they're doing but there's hundreds and hundreds of them with these sounds. The complete clash of sounds pounding, bellowing sounds."

She stopped, gasping for breath, taking the time to recollect her words.

"We need to leave as soon as possible. If we continue to stay its only a matter of time before they find us. And stars only know what will happen if they find us."

"They'll kill us," someone murmured. Butterfly looked round for the voice landing her eyes on Squirrel, hesitantly she began to nod.

"But where will we go?" A cat asked, a fair question, where will we go?

"I'll find us somewhere. There's a river on the otherside of the park, I'll go scouting over see whats there for myself. Find a safe place for us to cross."

One by one, the cats began to all nod in agreement before turning their eyes to Sunrise. Finally, Butterfly turned her head towards him as well, staring at him right in the eye.

"We need to go," she told him.

Moments passed before he eventually nodded as well.

Butterfly sat on the edge of the river pondering. It was deep, there was no doubt about that, peering over the water she saw nothing but darkness. Darkness that would swallow you whole if you gave it half a chance. She hummed to herself. Perhaps some of the cats could swim? Yes, some certainly could but what about the rest of them? The older cats such as Leap who struggled to just put one paw in front of the other some days, never mind swim across a vast river. Furthermore, she found that the situation was not helped by the ever changing behaviour of the water.

Sometimes, the current was gentle, gradually letting the sticks and twigs float along. Other times it was a rapid. A roaring rapid, that steamed past dragging everything along with it, a formidable force. Currently, it was at some point inbetween. No problem for a strong swimmer but there'd certainly be some cats who it would drag away.

She couldn't risk that.

Under no circumstances could she risk that.

So with a sigh, she heaved herself up from her spot and began to walk alongside the river. She wandered with much care, sticking her tail out for bacelnce as she let her claws sink into the earth;at the right side of her was the edge. While less than a foot above the river she was still careful not to fall in. One could not be dealing with the hassle of trying to clamber back out again.

As she walked along part of the ledge began to dip away, finally making her on level with the river. The sandy gravel irriated her pads as she moved closer to the water, allowing it to ripple by her paws. Several stones lay scattered across the river in perfect oder all the way to the otherside. She tilted her head, could this be her solution?

One by one, she began to hop from one stone to the other. Caustious, not to fall in she took her time before each jump, careful examing her landing each time. Until eventually she reached the otherside, Butterfly smiled to herself and began trotting through the meadow which now lay open before her.

The grass was always short in these strange meadows hardly even coming above her paw. Yet, the soil often provided comfortable padding underneath allowing for her to move with much efficiency to the two-legs dens. Part of her trembled at the thought of entering the world of the two-legs alone but she shook the thought away as she leapt onto the fence. Then, she balenced her away across the top of it before springing down into on of the tight gaps inbetween the other fences.

After she made her way out of there, Butterfly found herself in the middle of a narrow street. A quiet still air covered the small street, hardly a sound to be heard. All the monsters lay asleep outside their houses while she bounded down the street. She turned right, once again, clambering up someone else's garden fence to get a good view.

Her eyes widened.

A whole world lay before her with not a two-leg den in sight. Nothing but fields and fields and even more fields covered the land, all seperated by tiny little stone hedges. We could easliy climb over those. She thought with delight, gazing out. Little fuzzy animals stood grazing in each pasture. They looked like clouds, fluffy walking clouds, sheep she belived they were called.

There's a whole world out there waiting for us she thought as she gazed onwards in awe. There had to be somewhere safe for them to stay throughout all that, had to be somewhere. I'll go and tell them that we should move rightaway...