A/N: Sorry for short chapters. They'll start getting longer, I promise! Thank you for all the support, but reviews make the world go round! ;D So review, please, if you've read the story.

Wood looked at the forest, determination flashing in the 6 moon-old kits' eyes. "We have to go, to Daddy's Clan." She said, slowly.

"What? We don't know where it is! Plus, we're kits, how will we make it there?" Silver exclaimed, fear flashing in his large eyes.

"Mommy always said it was on the edge of the forest, so we just...walk?" Wood said, somewhat confused by her own idea.

Silently, the two kits stood up. Wood licked her brothers' shoulder reassuringly, and they began to walk. Their soft pads began to hurt merely a few minutes in, with sharp rocks and sticks digging into them, but they tried hard not to complain. The sound of rushing water made them leap for joy. "Mom said there's a river nearby!" Silver squealed. They ran through the underbrush, the thought of their sore pads left behind. "Ohh," Wood breathed. They broke through the underbrush into a large clearing. There was a large rock jutting out of the ground, and the river ran all around it before streaming off in four paths. The river was wide, and deep by the looks of it. There was a short log, maybe so that cats could cross, Wood thought.

"Hey, look at me!" Silver squealed. He was standing on the log, his eyes glittering with excitement.

"Be careful," Wood murmured. Usually Wood wasn't so overprotective, but again, usually Silver wasn't so daring.

"I will, Wood. Jeez." Silver snapped back. Wood's eyes furrowed and she leaned back.

The log was wet just ahead, where the river was deepest. The current was swift and fast, and could easily carry a cat away. Silver stepped again, and his paw slipped. "No!" He fell, his paws churning below him as he attempted to swim.

"No, Silver!" Wood screamed. She didn't know how to approach this, how to save her brother.

She watched despairingly as he was swept away, his head going under the water twice, into the nearest exit. The under brush was thick and she couldn't make it through there.

She suddenly felt a large paw brush her back.

"Ahh!" She squealed, turning around. She faced a large, silver and black tom with honey-golden eyes. "Oh," He whispered, his voice deep and rumbling. "You must be my kit! What is your name? Why is there only one of you? What happened to the the rest?"

"My name is Wood, I--"

"Oh, no matter, I have one kit and that is good enough for me! You said your name was Wood? Oh, how old are you?"

"Um, yeah, Wood, I'm 6 moons old, but--"

"Yes! You are apprentice age! Oh, yes!" He shoved her close to him, wrapping a fluffy tail around her. She scented him-he smelled of pine and bird feathers, soft and delicate.

"Shiningstar will certainly let you in," He said. "Oh, by the way," The tom grinned. "My name is Lightningstorm. Clan names work a little different, Wood. I'll explain everything later, okay?"

Wood took a glance at the river. Maybe Silver ended up in one of the other Clans? She could barely breathe, her pupils small. She couldn't make out a word, but Lightningstorm didn't notice. "Our Clan is RockClan. We're the best!"

"Silver," She whispered. She longed to throw herself on the ground and sob, but how could she, in front of her father, who seemed so strong. Her brother was safe, he had to be. She looked away from the river and sucked in a breath, holding back tears. Everything would be okay.

It had to be.