A young light brown tabby tom suddenly opened his eyes to the sound of rain dripping. Yet it wasn't raining. The kit looked up at the dark towering trees above him. The kit tilted his head in confusion. Where was he? Why was he here? As the small tom padded further in he felt uneasy, ill and a form of fear stir inside him. The trees felt as if they were staring down on him yelling out his name, Oakit. He gulped as he padded further the darkness grew. The brown tom looked around squealing as a sudden gust of wind blew almost knocking him of his paws. He coughed glancing up too see a black figure had appeared. The dark mysterious figure padded toward the kit. Oakkit crouched in fear backing away but the figure padded toward him. He could make a few colours in the figures pelt. The she cat was a bright vibrant orange colour with black and white patches. The she cats emerald green eyes glared into his. To his suprise the she approached with a smile a warm and welcoming smile. But yet Oakit kept backing away. "There is no need to fear young Oakkit." The calico she smiled.

"Who are you?" Oakkit hissed. The smile on the calico shes face turned into a frown. A tear came to the mysterious she cats eye. She sniffed before forcing a smile she gazed up at the top of the trees. "Your mother didn't tell you." She paused. "But I suppose why would she?" Confusion hit Oakkit when he closed his eyes as he opened his eyes again he found himself back in the nursery.