Swish, swish. Four shadows with glistening claws and gleaming eyes stealthily leapt over a tree root of an old oak tree. The cats let their shadowed paws lightly skim the edges of the flattened, cool night grass as the wind blew viciously at their pelts. The cats immediately dived into the bushes, branches swinging in their face, brambles brushing past their sides, and thorns pricking their pitch black fur. “Mreeeeeowww!” A screech erupted the silence as the twelve cats rushed onto the silver stones, and intruders began to explode from every side. “He, he, he.” Whitenose muttered to himself.