I don't own Warriors, only Rose(kit) is mine.

There are things in this world that will never have a meaning, and others that will have meanings beyond the need. There will be cats you cannot trust, nor befriend or love. There will be moments where you will regret everything, where you will wish you were never born. There will be moments when you see a tiny, newborn kit and think 'That was me once. Look how far I've made it.' And there will be moments when you look into the eyes of your soul mate, and you will know that all the troubles you have gone through, and all the troubles you will face could never tear you apart.

Two kits sat at the edge of a dense forest. The wind was blowing only slightly. The first, a sand colored tabby tom, turned to his companion, a tiny red and white she kit. There were tears in their eyes. They were saying their final farewells.

"This is it?" he mewed sadly.

"Find some nice twolegs okay?" She said, her eyes filled with sadness.

She stepped up to him, pressed her nose to his, mumbled goodbye, and padded into the shadow of the forest. The Tom sat alone for a minute. A tear slid down; his best friend was leaving, heading into certain death.

She's got bees in her brain, he thought.

"Goodbye Rose." He called as her figure blended with the shadows. Her white fur seemed to fade into black as the shadows surrounded her. She was gone then. Officially gone. He would never follow her in. He would never see her again.

"Goodbye Herbert," She called back, "I promise I won't get eaten!"

She watched him as he vanished over the twoleg fence. She gazed back into the darkness the forest offered. Her sadness suddenly replaced by excitement, fear, desire. Her heart raced.

This is my destiny. Rose thought. This is my destiny.

Rose padded through the forest, with the scent and sounds she grew up with; but this wasn't her forest, her forest was much different. Her forest didn't have boundaries, or rules. It didn't have cats wanting to murder you for the territory you had around every corner.

The crunch of the dry grass and clumps of dirt in her ears seemed to echo across the tops of the trees. Rose felt as if the entire clan would wake up and come rushing to the noise. She felt as if the moment they saw her they would kick her out of their territory and leave her at the mercy of Shadowclan, or badgers or twoleg kits. Her heart throbbed.

The farther she went, the thicker the scents of cats became. Each little scent became an individual still much like those around it. The entire scent melting as one. Two scents though, seemed much closer. She could hear they're gently paw steps and voices. They spoke softly and lovingly. Their scent lingering as the air was still but when the wind picked up, it blew their scents away. Rose panicked a little. The wind would blow here scent to them, and they would run her off.

Suddenly their voice changed from soft into urgent. The she cats voice into worry. Rose could hear their paw steps getting closer. Rose looked around frantically hoping for a chance to hide before they found her. She took a dive into a holly bush, crouching and hoping her fear scent wouldn't reveal her/

All of a sudden, a ginger furred she cat appeared. She looked around a moment as a brown tabby tom padded beside her.

"I swear I could smell kit scent, Brambleclaw." Brambleclaw didn't answer, but sniffed the air before padding directly to Rose's bush.

"Here you are." He mewed softly before sticking his paw in and pushing her behind gently out. Rose cowered in fear. The ginger she cat came up to her and sniffed.

"She's not part of a clan." She mewed to her companion. "But she doesn't smell like twoleg."

Brambleclaw seemed to debate for a moment, before picking the lone she kit up. Rose forced herself not to hiss as they padded towards where the thick clan scent was coming from.

"We'll take her back to the camp" He grunted with the kit between his jaws. "We could always use more warriors."

Rose wanted to free herself and find her own way to the camp. This was her destiny, not theirs. She could do this herself. She squirmed int he toms jaws until he had to stop to let her down.

"I can walk myself." Rose huffed. The two adult cats purred in amusement as the tiny she cat showed her bigger than life attitude. The she cat flicked her tail for Rose to follow, and she did.

"I'm sure Ferncloud will be happy to foster her." Brambleclaw mewed, breaking the silence after a few minutes. "She's already practically raising ours." There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but Rose was suddenly wishing e would carry her. She felt as if she was dead on her paws. After stumbling a few times, Brambleclaw did pick her back up and take her into the Thunderclan nursery.

Fear gripped the half asleep kitten. This wasn't what she expected. This wasn't what she was used to.

But this is my home now, Rose though to calm herself. As Starclan will it, it will be.