The two cats walked through the forest of weeping willows. They had been planted by humans long ago. The ground was wet and Midnight sunk down into it until she couldn't see her paws. The mud felt cool and just made her paws freeze along with the winter air. Midnight followed slowly behind Spot. Spot finally stopped by a river and swam across. Midnight stopped in her tracks.
"What is it?" Spot called from the other side.
"Well, it's really cold," Midnight responded. "How'd you get across without freezing?"
"Oh, don't worry, I am freezing." Spot began to lick the water off his fur.
"Great," Midnight muttered before slowly padded into the water. The water was freezing but she put up with it and swam across the river. She had been born with the automatic love for water and had been taught how to swim by her mother in the backyard pond.
"See?" Spot said when she pulled herself out of the water. "It's not that bad."
Midnight hissed jokingly. "Sure it's not."
Spot turned and padded off through the willows.
***
Eventually, they stopped at a huge willow tree. Spot flicked his tail fir Midnight to follow him as he walked beneath the roots of the tree.
"I found someone!" Spot purred. Midnight saw an orange cat appear from a hole beneath one of the roots. She had a light orange brindle on her face and black spots on her eyes. She otherwise had no markings.
The orange cat looked Midnight up and down. "A house cat? Really?"
Midnight growled. "I can be just as good as any forest cat!" she meowed angrily.
"Sure."
"I can! I'll prove it!"
"How?"
"I'll- um..."
"Thought so." The cat turned to Spot. "Spot take her back."
"But Orange, she traveled all this way! She really wants to be a forest cat. She was telling me that in the way here. Please Orange, give her a chance," Spot begged.
"Fine."
"Yay! I'll prove I can be the best forest cat ever!" Midnight exclaimed happily.
"Not the best. Just good." Orange rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry," Midnight said. "I'll prove you wrong!"