The moon shone over a small canyon, where only the gentle sounds of sleeping cats could be heard. A big brown tom, their leader, emerged from his stone den on top of a large ledge that was on the north side of the canyon in which his Clan lived. He leaped down and he walked further and further, until he reached the den that smelled of herbs that was on the east wall, near the entrance. The tom entered the cave and directly to his left was where the scent of herbs was the stongest. He kept walking until he reached an intersection. To the left was an empty den with three empty nests inside. Straight ahead were several more empty dens. On the right, there were two nests, both occupied. A small ginger she-cat was sleeping in the farthest one and a solid gray tom was sleeping in the one nearest