You pad aimlessly through the mountains, the cold winds buffeting your fur. Scents of cats drift along with it. The stone juts into a jagged path, with loose pebbles tumbling here and there. A gnarled oak arches across the narrow passage, dotted with leaves and white flowers. The only other colors besides grey blue and white. You look up in awe, smiling. Voices sounded farther up ahead. "Come on, I think I heard something." Paws thundered toward you, and you scrambled behind the tree. "Hmmph. They're gone." A young tom snorted, flexing his claws. "Lucky them, I would've torn 'em to shreds!" A new voice cut in. "Easy, tiger. They couldn't have gone far. Lets take a look." He strode over to you, angling his ears toward the tree. "Found them."