The forest was quiet. The sun dappled the the ground, leaving patches of brightness just around the chirping of small birds. coração pounding, Flightsong whisked past the hallow tree, almost tripping over a protruding root that stuck up out of the undergrowth. She grunted as her paws lost footing and she was sent flying towards the hard earth. The golden she-cat plummeted to the ground, moaning as her chin throbbed with pain. Flightsong wearily stood up, shaking off the dust from her fluffy pelt.