A jet-black she-cat was crouching behind the rocks. She was staring at fighting cats. There were shrieks and screams, making her sick to the stomach. Ugh... why must cats fight? The she-cat closed her luminescent yellow eyes, feeling sick, she prayed yo her ancestors, and StarClan, that everything would be alright. It didn't work, cats still fought one another, screams were sent into the air. No, Shadow had to leave now. But she couldn't, she remembered her parents. Her mother... The brown tom with rippling muscles glared at her. "Okay, place her in cell 54, and we'll analyze her tomorrow."