In the dark night, the wind whistled through the trees, a cat muttered alone, with a kit by her side, looking at her carefully, watching her every move as if learning from her. The she-cat hissed, "What a fight that cat put up, that was annoying, I can't wait until I get my claws into one of those clan cats fur, it'll be the day they finally realise never to mess with me, the ultimate rogue, Malum!" She looked at the kit. The kit made no sound, he only stared at Malum with confused and attentive eyes, his little tail flicking in curiousity. Soon they disappeared, among the heather.