(I'm assuming this is Earth)<br/><br/>Fall sat on a log that was close to a stream. It was a peaceful day, and her soul was at peace. She closed her eyes, and listened to the lulling melody of the birds, and the laughing of the stream. A tree whispered as wind pasted through it's long branches that were full of beutiful green leaves. She let out a small chuckle as a squirel landed on her shoulder, and started cracking a nut it had found. A doe and it's fawn walked up to the creek to take a drink, not taking to much notice of her. Suddenly the squirel, the deer, and all the other animals, fled in fear. Even the trees and the stream fell silent. Fall pricked her pointed ears and stood quickly, looking for the sorce of the disterbance. Slowly, she picked up her bow and quiver and slung them over her back. She stayed silent for a while, listening, waiting. Then she heard a voice. It was an ugly voice, in her opinion, and didn't belong in this peacful place. With careful steps, she glided over to the voice. She saw a man standing over the body of a large mountain cat. The fact the cat was dead did not bother her as much as how it was killed. She stared in horror at the cat, that lay in two perfect peices. Rage built within her as she notched an arrow and shot it at the man's feet. "Why do you invade this forest, stranger?!" She yelled. "You do not belong here!" She notched another arrow, ready to fire. She lept to another tree, as not to be detected.