Daylily looked confused as the other she-cat disappeared for a moment, then resurfaced with a half-eaten squirrel. She looked down at it and despite the fact she had just eaten her meal before meeting Soft`Willow, her stomach growled in yearning. No no no, I am NOT gonna be all buttered up by some pretty she-cat I barely know. You may play the kind act, but I know what happens with cats like you! She snarled, I'm not weak! I don't need to be mothered like a lousy brat! She hissed and shoved the squirrel away. She looked down, feeling rather shaky. She looked towards Ichorwood then pushed the oriental over, rushing into the foggy woods. This was not what she wanted, she was alone and she didn't need anyone's help. No cat was that kind and made it out alive, she would die in that she-cat's company.

Once she realized what she was doing, she froze, looking around the area... Fog, trees... Fog, more trees. She didn't know where she was. Her ears fell back against her head and her heartbeat rang in her ears. The fog and mist seemed to muffle any bird noises and the soft rustling of the trees, there could be anyone here. Anything...