NOTE: This is Book 3 in a series, if you want to read Book 1, Wren's Flight, click the link. :) The tabby ran away, fleeing. He wanted to leave. He had now left. He was free. Free to search for his littermates. Find the willows, he thought. Find the willows. It was there where his mother had accidentally abandoned his sister, about twelve moons ago. His brother had fled there, in a fire, about six moons ago. Birch trees and oak trees rushed past him as he ran. He needed to flee. To find his brother and sister. The undergrowth was becoming more open. Less birch and oak. And more of... Many cats. "Flee!"