You're walking through a forest covered in plants. It would be impossible to be walk through here quietly. You had chosen to cross through because of the cat scent. It was a strange scent, but nonetheless it meant there would be fewer predators. Plus, nothing could sneak up on you. Leaves crunch beneath your feet as you continue walking. After a bit you stop to rest and wash. You wish you could be at the stream you crossed to get from the moorland, where the scent began, to get to the forest. A breeze rustles the leaves, and you swear the cat scent got stronger. You ignore this and continue to wash. There was no way it could get stronger, you would hear any cat approaching. Then you feel claws digging into your back, and hot breath on your neck. The cat jumps off, allowing you time to turn. It's a beautiful she-cat. She has a pure white pelt and fierce blue eyes. She leaped onto you again, making you fall onto your back. “I am Lavenderstar,” she growled. “Leader of Featherclan. We are the experts in unexpected battle. We walk lighter than a feather. And we don't show mercy to our enemies.” You tried to struggle, but she kept you still with her claws. “You can join us, or die as an enemy.”