A slender young black she-cat crept through the undergrowth alone, the orange leaves under her paws barely making a noise as she stalked a long, thin hare, her last catch of the day. Before she could pounce, a loud bzzt echoed through her ears. It was a sound she recognized all too well.

“Twolegs!” she hissed. The hare immediately sat straight up, glanced at her, and then dashed away. She peered into the distance of the meadow and just at the edge of the forest she saw four Twolegs, standing next to an unmoving monster. Each Twoleg was holding a strange piece of metal that was shaped in an oval with sharp claw-like points. Bzzzt, the sound came again. Suddenly a sudden ear-shattering crash echoed throughout the forest. Then, she saw it. One of the oldest trees in the forest had fallen in a matter of seconds thanks to the Twolegs’ strange tools. She was about to run towards it when she stopped herself,

“Mouse-brain! Don’t do something rash!” she hissed at herself, then she raced back to the Windclan camp, to warn Oakstar of the fallen tree.