Crowfeather slept close to his mate, Leafpool. Her belly was heavy with kits and it had been moons since they had left the Clans. He saw a familar shape in the early morning mist. Feathertail he thought. But she's dead! The cat bounded away, and Crowfeather thought he must have imagined it. "Wake up, Leafpool. I want to go hunting but I'm leaving you alone asleep here." They were in a pine forest that was very shadey and creepy looking. "I'm getting up." Leafpool muttered, streching her hind paws until they shook. "What is it?" LEafpool asked her mate.