A cold wind swept through the forest, the trees swawed back and forth, suddenly, a blur of brown sliced through the forest, a she-cat, with blue eyes. "Get out!" a voice hissed to the she-cat "Well, I'm going to leave if you think that!" the she-cat hissed back "Fine Maplepool! Leave!" the voice hissed again, and Maplepool ran through the forest, and her pelt flatninig in the breeze.