Spot drank the cool water of the river beside him. He saw a fish and snatched it out of the water, killing it. He walked back to the group's home.

"Hey guys," he said, dropping the fish.

He watched as Branch grabbed the gish and placed it in the food stash they had. There wasn't much prey but there was enough.

"Winter is harsh," he heard Orange's voice from a little bit away.

He turned to see Orange padding up to him. "But we've always survived before!"

"We need more cats," Spot said. "Four isn't enough."

"I know, but we don't have any cats around here that would like to join a group." Orange shook her head.

"I'll find someone, don't worry." Spot turned and set off into the cold winter air. He would find a cat. And that cat would be willing to join.

He would save them all.