One midnight, a little rat named Remy scurried through the quiet streets. He loved adventure, but tonight, he wasn’t alone. A shadow moved. Two glowing eyes stared at him. “Who’s there?” Remy squeaked. “A cat,” said a smooth voice. A black cat sat on a crate, her tail curling. “Aren’t you afraid?” Remy gulped but stood tall. “No! Well… maybe a little.” The cat smirked. “I’m Luna. I don’t chase things that don’t run.” Just then—crash! A shopkeeper ran out, waving a broom. “Thieves!” he shouted. Remy’s little brother, Pip, was stuck! The broom came down—until whoosh! Luna leapt, knocking it away. “Run!” she called. Remy grabbed Pip, dashing to safety. Later, he found Luna again. “You helped us,” he said. “Why?” Luna smiled. “Maybe I like surprises.” Remy grinned. “Then maybe we’ll be great friends.”