- Somewhere, in an area not known to humans, a small but lush coniferous forest spreads across a mile or so. The forest is almost always wet, and has a very thin blanket of fog constantly covering the area. The forest was named so by the cats due to the conifers having constantly slippery and mossy bark that "squeaks" upon climbing it. It is beloved by the forest's residents due to being the birthplace of their oldest ancestors, and the cats have no intention of leaving. However, a new tom came into power and killed off the old leader. This new tom sought power and respect from all cats lower than him, and he was quick to enforce his new rules. Almost no other low rank cat agrees with what decisions he's made. Because of his harsh demands for constant food, the forest is getting run dry and the low rank cats are beginning to starve. Things aren't looking good. And the only way to save the community is to get rid of the king entirely. How till they do that? Well, a small group of rebels have merged in secret, and are planning to help save the community and kill off the king. He's tough and brutal, and has his position rarely challenged for a reason. So, what will the rebels come up with? A plan of sorts has to engage. The fate of every innocent cat rests in their paws.

