Chapter 1

      The speckled she-cat couldn’t believe what had just happened right before her eyes. It was the first time she had felt so stricken with grief. For a moment she just stood there, her grey pelt glowing in the moon light. Then she remembered the black figure. What if it came for her next? She couldn’t take the chance. She ran as fast as she could back to her tribe. She felt a dark presence behind her. It almost felt as if it was calling her name.

     “Snowstorm” it said, “Snowstorm” but she didn’t stop running. She never looked back even though he voice called menacingly to her “turn around coward”. She never turned back. Once she reached her den-site she burst through the thick brambles. “What’s wrong Snowstorm?” said the chief with a suspicious look in his eyes.  “Coldsnow,” she said through sobs “is dead.”