The ginger she-cat streaked along the hard paths, cats following her silently. She narrowed her eyes against the bitter wind, focused on only one thing: getting to the forest. Her daughter would pay for what she had done. It had started out like such a little thing. Moon had promised to be a worthy leader one day, ruthless and sly. But then she grew rebellious, and stared disobeying orders, evantually going against the ginger cat's will in full view of all her followers. So now, the ginger cat only wanted one thing. Revenge. Cold, merciless revenge. And she would get it. She always got her way.