A large black tom sped over the moor, a large dog at his tail. He hissed through a bundle of kit as he ran, realizing he wasn't going to outrun this dog. As he started to enter marshland, he leaped over a Thunderpath and sped along. As he came to a dead-end, he flung the kit into a nearby bush, wheeled around, and leapt on the dog. The dog yapped for a while, but eventually got ahold of the cat's scruff. After a while, the cat finally stopped moving. The dog dragged the limp form away, leaving the kit in the bush. He was completely confused, not sure where he was nor what had happened, as he was out of eyesight of the scene but he could smell the blood. He started mewling frantically, wondering where his father was.