Somewhere in the shadows, up high on a branch of an oak tree, a pair of glittering ice-blue eyes watched the jet-black she-kit. 'Poor kit. I know how it feels to be all by yourself.' For indeed, his sister had left to become a kittypet, his brother was run over by a monster, his mother had died in battle, and his father...Well,his father was a ShadowClan cat. So, of course there was no one left. His upper lip curled to reavel two sharp,little pointed fangs. then, he shook his head to clear the memories and stood up. A few leaves rustled, then dropped down beside the she-kit. The little tom froze, then crouched down. he glanced at the she-kit again. ' I know that feeling.'
'It's the loneliest feeling in the world.'