Bright, warm sunlight filtered down to the forest floor through the branches of the towering trees above, a brief feeling of comfort in spite of the cold, barren branches that stood between earth and sky. Beneath them, a lone she-cat was cautiously making her way through the woods in an almost bumbling fashion; tripping over roots, logs, and occasionally even her own two paws, not to mention that anytime a bush so much as rustled in the breeze the poor feline would nearly jump out of her pelt. But the most confusing thing of all was the lack of direction the cream long-fur had: despite carrying a decent catch of a small finch, it was hard to tell whether or not she was headed back to Summerclan's camp or not. Just when it looked like she was headed in the right direction, she would stop in confusion before making a dramatic turn going the completely wrong way.

It wasn't exactly hard to tell that poor Largelight was out of her element...being that she had absolutely no experience with the elements themselves. How could she? She was a former kittypet, who had lived her entire kithood and adolescence in the comfort of a twoleg nest, more used to watching the rain and snow than actually being in it. Stubbing her paw for the fifth time while being lost in the woods, the ex-pet let out a squeak as she tripped, and watched as her prey went flying into a pile of dead leaves. Largelight stared at it for a moment before letting out a wail of defeat, dramatically flopping down onto the frozen ground, looking like she was about to cry. "Ooh...this is hopeless! I'm never gonna get this right!"