Mischief followed the tabby tom through the alleys of Twolegplace, her whole body shaking with fright. She didn't want to leave the only place she had ever called home. She may have been only two moons old, but that didn't stop her from becoming attached to this place. "Why do we have to leave, Boulder?" she asked, quickening her pace to stand beside the bigger cat. "This isn't the right place for cats," he answered gruffly. "Besides," he added in a softer voice, "the forest is calling." Mischief snorted. "Yeah, right." "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "I just don't want to leave." "Maybe."