Thick mist rolled over the land, obscuring everything. The wind howled, making trees rustle and leaves jump up and dance. The cold hard frost of leaf-bare bit into everybody, crackling as they snapped under the weight.
"I-i don't like this place, Blacksong," complained a black cat with a gray muzzle.
"You're such a wimp, Graymuzzle." Retorted another black cat.
"You're one to talk, Nightshard! Just minutes ago you were wailing over a thorn in your paw!" exclaimed a third black cat.
"It will do us no good to argue," mewed yet a fourth black cat. "And we are at a twoleg path. We must be cautious."
"No creature, cat or two-leg would be out in this weather! All except for us, dragged right from our warm cozy dens--"
"Silence!" The fourth cat roared, cutting off Nightshard's complaint.
Suddenly there was a sparkle in the sky, and a sliver of light flashed before their eyes.
"Wha-what was that?" Graymuzzle cowered, his fear-scent over-powering. "Blacksong, are you sure this is safe?" He raised his face to the fourth cat.
"Of course it's safe. Are you scared, Graymuzzle?" Blacksong taunted.
"No! Of course not--"
Graymuzzle was cut off by a glitter in the sky, an arrow of sparkles shooting down and hitting