The bright beams of sunshine that blazed through the cracks in the bright green-leaved trees promised for a day full of sunny warmth and great hunting, despite the slight crisp tint to the air. The sunlight had drawn a large majority of the StormClan cats out of their dens and to the center of camp, where it was the warmest. The past few moons had been torture on them. Due to an exceptionally cold Leafbare, the prey had run scarce and StormClan's marsh was not helping with the search for food. Many cats had died during the Leafbare, but finally a glimmer of hope had appeared in the form of three heavily pregnant queens, plentiful prey, and the sudden lowering of flood water leftover from the melting ice that came with the warm weather.

The cat who had to have been the most happy with the sudden blessings was Smokeleaf. The dainty little gray tabby she-cat was one of the best hunters in the Clan and always brought back a hefty sum of prey. She hated it when the prey did not run well, and she was delighted when she discovered how large the mice population had grown.

Everyone in the Clan respected Smokeleaf, from the leader to the youngest kit. She was considered the main provider, even if there were several other warriors that hunted as often as she did.

Aside from being one of the best hunters, Smokeleaf was also considered one of the most beautiful she-cats in the Clan. All of the toms would do anything for just ten minutes of pleasure with her.

Unfortunately for Smokeleaf, their wishes would soon become reality.