Silver-Pool walked on in the unknown wilderness. She was banished and scarred by Grey-Pool. The moon reflected on her pelt, but she didn't care if it looked good. She couldn't stop thinking about what happened; Grey-Pool had scratched a deep cut through Silver-Pool. She knew her scars wouldn't heal any time soon.

Silver-Pool was cold, hungry, and tired. She found a sleeping spot in a bush.

Silver-Pool awoke. Her pelt felt all scratched up. More scratches than Grey-Pool had made on her. She looked at her pelt. Thorns were dug into her pelt. It felt like tons of knives stuck to her. The thorns made her pelt bleed. She screeched in pain, even though it was no use.

"I got to get.. some help," Silver-Pool told herself. The pain was worse now that she was standing up. But then she saw a spotted thing run across the terrain.... "What is That?" She asked herself. Nervous and pain hit her even more.

A huge yellow thing with black spots with lines down its' eyes popped out of nowhere. Silver-Pool backed away. She knew what it was; a cheetah! But it was stranger... a cheetah living in the forest?