Candie had never had a Mum or Dad. She had always just travelled with a group of other cat-humans. She had full faith and trust in all of them. One night they were out hunting for water so that they could find fish to catch. They were all running along in the moonlight when the woods suddenly stopped. Candie was the only one who didn’t notice. She was too busy laughing and looking back to her friends. Suddenly she felt her foot slip and the ground begin to crumble underneath it. She looked down, only to realise they had run out of the woods to a sheer drop down a cliff. She fell, but caught onto the edge of the cliff with her very fingertips. She yelled for help, but her friends all ran away without a second look back. As she fell all she thought about was that the ones who she had grown up with, trusted and protected had betrayed her. She was sure she would die, but by pure chance a vine caught at the back of her t-shirt and she could scramble back up the cliff. She didn’t try to follow her ‘friends’. She spent the rest of the night sitting on the edge of the cliff, wondering if she could ever trust anyone again.