As rain sprinkled the black she-cat's fur, she suppressed a small shiver and padded through the doused undergrowth. The expansive trees stretched high above her; almost as if they could touch the moon that glowed dully in StarClan. Glancing around, all scent of prey was disguised sejak the rainwater. Letting out an irritated sigh, her gaze flicked from cat to cat; each one was emaciated and apparently starving.
"We're losing hope....our Clan is slowly dying." She mewed pensively to a dark tabby.
The tabby's green eyes flashed angrily; not at her, but the fact that she was right. He seemed appalled...