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Cougarswipe and Coalfur silently padded through the forest. Coalfur breathed in the night scents. The trees cast a shadow from the moonlight. He watched the branches shift slightly as snow landed upon them. Coalfur felt as if he was in his own little world, away from everything else. His coal black paws made prints in the snow. "Look!" Cougarswipes urgent hiss snapped Coalfur back to reality. He looked at what his brothers muzzle was pointing at. Pawprints. "Deifinetely another cats," Coalfur muttured. "We are the first ones out in this snow. How is that possible?" Cougarswipe mewed as he blinked away snow from his eyes. It was snowing hard. "Probably a different cat's. Lets follow them to see where they lead to. Theres atleast two cats." They followed the trail. One set of paws was slightly larger than the others. The smaller paws were neater, while the bigger ones were more shaken and smudged. If there were three, the snow must've covered up the third cats'. There were still faint marks from the third ones paws. It wasnt long before they heard voices. "This snow is going to ruin my fur. What if I get my new colar dirty? I'm hungry. Can we eat soon? Its cold out here- arent you cold? I'm in the mood for tuna. Maybe we can find a can around here. But who would open it? I dont have thumbs you know." It felt like the complaints went on forever. "Just shut up!" The other cat growled. "I cant blame him," Cougarswipe meowed under his breath. The crunching of the snow stopped. "Finally." The complaining cat mewed. "Keep Lacey warm. I'm going to try to find us food before we all starve." The other cat meowed. "I think we should help them," Coalfur meowed. "I dont think they will make it very long in this weather." Cougarswipe nodded. "Your right." They started toward the strangers. The complaining cat spotted them. "Halt!" The cat yowled as he sprang up. "Who goes there?" Cougarswipe rolled his eyes and Coalfur dipped his head. "Greetings," He meowed calmly. "We mean no harm." The cat relaxed, but the one who was going to go hunting still looked suspicious. "Hi! I'm Crimson, and that is Squeakers. And the kitten is Lacey. Lacey!" He sprang back to her, she was laying in the snow. She was a tortoiseshell and white kitten with long fur.Crimson was a cream colored tom with brown ears,tail,paws,and face. He had bright blue eyes. Squeakers was the tom with larger pawprints, they could tell by the trail he made to where he was sitting now. He was a white cat with yellow eyes. His fur was sticking out as far as a cats could go. Why? Did Squeakers still not trust them? "Is she alive?" Squeakers meowed desperately.