Foresteye felt as if he was very lucky. A loner with his mate, Skyleaf, who at the time was bearing kits, with no code, and hardly any boundaries; so he thought.

One morning he woke up and he realized that Skyleaf's kits were about to be born. He watched and was there, thinking this can't be more perfect. Running away from his original clan was the best thing that he ever did.

"They are beautiful!" meowed Skyleaf "This one will be named Autumn. The other will be named Storm."

Foresteye went to get some fresh kill for her. "I'll be back" he meowed. While walking, he passed by his old territory. The patrol seemed as if they were planning to raid. It didn't seem to bother him.

He caught a nice, plump vole when he heard yowling. It echoed and birds flew out of the trees in fear. Then silence; he knew something was wrong.

Foresteye ran like the wind back to where Skyleaf was. Exhausted, he took one step through the bush. He stared in horror. Skyleaf was covered in blood, and lying flat on the ground. Foresteye came to her, trying to lift her head with his muzzle. "Skyleaf…Skyleaf, don't go!" he said, welling up with tears. It was official. She was dead.

Autumn and Storm were put safely in a burrow. Thank StarClan nothing happened to them he thought. His head suddenly went up. He smelled…EarthClan. "Those vicious pieces of foxdung!" he yowled. He knew they were too close to the territory. The kits had to be given to another clan. He could not risk seeing them die, and hearing the murderous yowls of EarthClan.

He grabbed the two by the scruffs, with all his might. Foresteye was padding through the forest, in search of another clan. He noticed it was getting dark. He rested and put down Autumn and Storm for them to sleep.

The next morning, he went for his journey again. As he went further, his small mouth was beginning to get sore. Then he paused. A rushing stream was just in front of his eyes. He set the two kits down to figure out how to get across. There were stepping stones, but they looked dangerous. "There must be another way!" he meowed. He looked seeing a thunderpath. "Should I? No, there are too many monsters" he grasped his teeth into the kit's scruffs and carefully went on the first stepping stone. On the second stone, he slipped, and Storm flew out of his jaws.

"Storm!" he yowled. He went through the rushing water, trying to save his beloved kit. Not like Skyleaf, nothing like that he thought. Storm was hitting so many rocks on this way through the rushing stream. When Foresteye grabbed him and set him down on the other side, he saw his blood oozing out; almost as fast as the stream. "Storm, wake up…. oh, Storm you can't be dead! Not like your mother!" he said. Claws clenched at him thinking of his mate, who was attacked and killed. He couldn't be calm thinking one of his kits had passed away, too.

When he thought all hope was lost, he noticed this was the stream that moved in the direction of a clan. Which clan? he thought. Foresteye was searching for answers…searching but not finding anything.

Then, the words came to him. PuddleClan! This is the perfect one! Wildstar will understand…he thought, with a smile on him.

He ran and ran, with Autumn's scruff in his jaws. This was the scent of PuddleClan. He peered cautiously into the brambles, where a cat was picking out some juniper berries. The cat was about to chew off the stem when it noticed Foresteye in the brambles.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" she said. " I need shelter for my kit" said Foresteye"I have lost enough already. I remember this scent from the Gatherings I used to go to. I thought this would be the right clan for Autumn to go into"

The she-cat looked at Foresteye with her narrow eyes. "I'll take him in. By the way, I'm Rainpaw; Eveningdrop's apprentice" she said. "Thank you" said Foresteye, with so much gratitude.

She picked up the kit and ran off. "Look, Eveningdrop! I found this kit! It has no clan or kittypet scent!"

Foresteye went on returning to the stream Storm was killed by. He hoped the best for Autumn and decided to live in the hollow by the stream. He didn't want to be scented, and this wasn't close enough for any clan to figure him out. With paws aching, he dozed off, relieved yet saddened.