The frost-white tom padded quietly into the training hollow. His pelt shimmered in the moonlight creeping through the leaves as he stretched. A rustle sounded from the bushes. Ears pricked, the frosty tom crept towards the noise. Suddenly, a dark shape leapt from the bushes. The tom opened his mouth in a yowl that was cut short by a thorn-sharp claw. Blood dripping from its paws, the shadowy figure slunk back into the bushes.