Moon light fluttered into the bracken den sheltering 3 tiny kits. Their wails were muffled by the loud screeches coming from outside. A fight had erupted and chaos was about.
"Leave me and my kit's alone!" The silver and bronze she-cat hissed and stepped back towards the den that held her kits. "You'll never take me alive!" She screamed and swished her tail back and forth in hostility.
"For the last time Chervil, we don't want to hurt you or your kits. We just want you to join the clans. If you refuse… then we will have to take violence, and take your kits if not you." A tabby tom spoke softly to her. Next to the tom was a broad and muscular cat with large claws that made Chervil wince at the sight of him. "We'll come back tomorrow for you answer. We don't want to do this Chervil, but you left us no choice. You knew from the beginning that the kits belong to us." And with those final words the two cats stalked off into the forest.
That night Chervil couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned while her kits mewed in agony when she accidently rolled on top of one. When she couldn't take it any longer, the silver and bronze she-cat stepped out of the den to get some fresh air in the forest. Tears fell from her face and she looked up into the night sky. StarClan seemed to show her the answer. The sky showed a group of stars, and 1 bigger and 3 smaller stars separated from the group. "Maybe it's a sign… that I must leave here with my kits before it is too late." Chervil nodded in gratitude to StarClan and quickly dashed back into the den.
"My children, we must leave our home. I'm so sorry…" Three mews cried and the queen bent down next to them and began to whisper them apologies. "How will I bring them all with me, they are much too young to walk on their own." She sighed and stood up, her pelt glimmering in the moon. She glanced once more back at her kits and then padded on into the forest.
"I need unwanted help if I am to save me and my kits"