— Sprucekit considered himself to be somewhat brave. He had faced down other kits and dragonflies before. He hadn't even cried during the mass evacuation during the fire. But now, he was staring down the face of death itself. A harmless black racer had made its way into the makeshift camp, unnoticed, somehow, but everyone. It had slithered around the makeshift dens, searching for a warm place to sun itself. Instead, the snake found a young Sprucekit. The seal point tom had been resting underneath the overhang of a rock, his tiny body just fitting, when the snake decided that would be a good place to slither through. Sprucekit let out a gasp, blue eyes wide, too afraid to move. The snake froze too, staring at the kitten, its tongue flickering in and out. Of course, black racers were completely harmless, but Sprucekit didn't know that. "Help, please," He called, afraid to make any noise too loud.

