[Quailwing]

The she-cat fell face first into the dirt. Her muzzle started bleeding against her blue fur. She picked herself up and shook off the feeling.
"How did that-" but then Quailfeather remembered, she tripped. Quailfeather looked up the rocky hill she just fell from. Wasn't to high. But she remembered it being taller, it was strange.
She started moving down backwards when she remembered she was halfway on the hill. It's like that feeling when you realize something but it's to late to stop. So just then, Quailfeather once again fell backwards into the lap of a tom she'd never seen before. This wasn't her territory. But nothing was. She was a loner. The tom looked up at her confused (you can continue from their being the Tom if you want idk).