With a gust of wind, the door creaked open. His large cloke  shifted on the ground. His black mask covered the brim of his face . In his hand , a sharp pointed knife was pointing at Tims feet . without a warning, street cats crammed the kitchen

When the fighting had stopped , the hallways were packed with dead bodies of cats.  Anxiously, he creeped out of the kitchen and a soft blow went through Tim’s soul. He was sure that Moonclaw had captured the little foxes.

By morning Tim Tam and baby Timmy had left hilltop tower far behind and decided to head to dark fade forest. The trip took almost two days . It was almost night fall and they were all sheltering under a damp tree. The mountains behind them were crumbling down within seconds and Tim knew that was a bad warning.

Cautiously , he opened his bag and ate some wild rabbit and roasted mushrooms. Nervously, Tim unwrapped the last thing his parents gave him when had just before they died in battle. It was an irish bow and that had been carved in words that said family is forever. The sound of wolf packs kept getting closer and closer.

 The tree began to shake and shake until the tree almost fell on top of them.Tim tried to hide the bow and arrow in case there would be any street cats.

Too late! A shadow was reflecting ion the 9ground Tam looked up and it was  and the wolfs and the street cats. “Going somewhere” he said. He pushed them forwards in deeper to the woods  pulling them  with a chain. Tim thought that they gonna bring them to prison or worse to see the grey wolve.