A slight breeze made ripples in the lush, grass of a distant field. The sun made flickering dapples on the ground, under the canopy of the beautiful autumn leaves, and as the breeze reached the forest and ruffled the leaves, which made a scraping noise, which was common in the fall. Two cats stood in the clearing, their pelts bristling in the distant, frozen wind. "Sunstar," A voice spoke briskly. A golden colored tom stepped forward, flicking his tail. "Yes, Yarrowstripe?" He meowed in response.