Robinkit dashed desperately through the doors of an old, abandoned twoleg place, snow tumbling from her shoulders as she tried to escape her pursuer. She couldn't see the pursuer's face, but she knew it was a cat, a slightly familiar one. Robinkit heard a sharp crack as the entrance she had squeezed through was knocked down like a feather on a kit's nose.

"No, no, no, no," Robinkit squeaked, and darted into a broken floorboard to stay hidden from the aggressive creature.

The sound of pawsteps halted above her hiding spot, and a gravelly voice carried through the floor. "You're not going anywhere little kit!"

A bright flash of light erupted from above, and Robinkit shrieked in fear. The old shack was lit on fire, as if a strike of lightning crashed down on it. An inferno so bright and hot blew into the old building that Robinkit couldn't stay underground any longer. It was as if Starclan was trying to kill her, or at least do something to chase her out. She leaped out, and heard pawsteps chasing her once more. This time, however, they gained on her. Robinkit yowled and struggled as the beast caught up to her and pinned her down.

"I told you," the voice growled, and the world went dark.