<sub>A medium sized she-cat padded swiftly through the forest, listening to all the soothing sounds. Birds sang up in the tree tops, and prey darted across the ground in search of food and shelter. The cat loved the feel the ferns that brushed against her soft black pelt as she slid through them. Sighing softly, she began to slow her pace, enjoying the sounds of the forest. Maybe I should hunt, the she-cat thought, though she hadn't intended to hunt when she left the camp.

Picking up her pace once again, Brightface soon came to the clearing of Tree Hollows, taking in the lovely sight; dew glittered on every blade of grass and the sun's rays gently warmed the clearing. Her emerald gaze then rested on Silverstar. Padding quietly over to her leader, she dipped her head in greeting, "Hello Silverstar," she meowed in her usual soft sounding voice.</sub>