The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the overgrown forest. Ashkit crouched under a bramble thicket, his small body trembling with both fear and exhaustion. He had been alone for what felt like an eternity, ever since the Rotters attacked his Clan’s camp, scattering his family and friends. He remained still, though his tail twitched anxiously behind him, shivering and alone, his grey tattered fur clinging to his body, he hadn’t seen another cat in weeks, just rotters, and he wondered if he’d ever seen another again, not knowing just how rare he was.