Lark finally got to fourtrees. Her paws rustled last year's dead oak leaves, causing them to whisper to one another on the ground. She decided to climb one of the big trees that guarded highrock. She jumped up and latched on to the ancient bark of the tallest tree, the hauled herself up onto the lowest branch. With amazing agility, she climbed higher and higher until she could look out onto the whole territory! She looked down, and saw 3 cats!
Blackpaw! There he is! She thought. Why is that apprentice still with him? And who is that shadowy third cat? She wondered. She narrowed her eyes, suspicious.
She clambered down the tree and set of in their direction. As she got closer, she ducked down in the ferns to make herself hidden, ready to listen to their conversation.