Some time ago, Dovewing, a nice gray she-cat, was wandering around ThunderClan territory, only to find she was no longer in ThunderClan, but off very far away. She was tired, so she caught some prey, and decided to go home. "Hello, young Dovewing," someone whispered in a dark voice. Dovewing froze. She knew who that was. It was Sol, the most troublemaking rouge ever seen on Clan territory. "Sol, leave me alone! The clans don't need you here." Sol stared down a path, farther upstream. "Yeah, up there, but there are horrors even I wouldn't speak of." "We are in-"