Rainpaw walked in the forest, looking for herbs. She stood and waited when suddenly a fox came. She crept away as best as possible, but stepped on a branch. The fox lunged at her, and scratched open her side. She bled and tried to fight back, when another fox came, and she was mauled. She fell down, nearly dead and the foxs ran away. Her delicate body had scratches all over, but it was obviously poor, poor, little Rainpaw. She screamed, once, twice, thrice, and then sighed. She fell asleep and when she opened her eyes, she had a pelt of stars.