The cats began to leave, burrowing into hay piles. Troutfreckle lay awake, moonlight pouring in. Spottedfern was asleep beside him. He suddenly saw two brilliant hazel eyes. "Fionn." He muttered. Her kits were still with her. "I'll help you!" She mewed. Spottedfern rustled beside him and peered at Fionn. "What? Why?" She mewed. Fionn frowned. "Because this place, these cats, will kill you."
