"So what was she like?" Cinderheart mewed softly, her kits bundled by her stomach. Timber felt most calm around the gray tabby, and he liked her mate Lionblaze too. The two became friends quickly after her arrived.

"Rose…?" Timber asked, his mind drifting back to the beautiful fiery she-cat. "She was spirited, enthusiastic, and an excellent hunter. She means everything to me…"

Cinderheart tipped her head with a frown and tucked a flame-colored kit closer to her stomach, her eyes where soft, her words where gentle as she spoke.

"She sounds wonderful. Maybe StarClan was watching over her and your kits." Cinderheart mewed. Timber nodded and looked over at Lionblaze; the golden tabby had been listening intently on his story on Rose the entire time.

"So you are a kittypet and she's a rogue?" Lionblaze meowed. Timber nodded. "Was their tension at first?"

"Yes…Rose couldn't stand me." A laugh of remembrance escaped his throat at the memory of Rose clawing his ear. Lionblaze looked over at Cinderheart as she spoke.

"That just proves that we are all the same inside: weather rogue, kittypet, or warrior." Cinderheart purred. "Just ask Millie and Graystripe."

"Or Stormfur and Brook, those two are tribe and warrior cats." Lionblaze cut in. Cinderheart tipped her head and yawned with teeth gleaming.

"I better get some sleep, Hawkkit, Firekit, and Hollykit will be extra energized with a new cat in the camp. Cinderheart nudged Timber on the shoulder and laid down her head. Lionblaze nodded and waved goodbye to Timber as he padded to the medicine den, his mind reeling with an idea. He saw no cats guarding the exits and instinct kicked in.

Timber climbed up the hollow with lightning-fast speed, making no noise at all. He smelled freedom, racing across the forest with beaming eyes. His mind drifted back to Rose.

"I'm coming, my flower!"