Bluefur trudged through the snow, carrying young Mistykit in her jaws and Stonekit on her back. Mosskit trudging behind her in the snow as her paws began to get weaker and weaker with each step, her eyes staring up after her mother. "Bluefur, where are we going? Why must it be so far?"

"We're going somewhere… special, come on Mosskit, we got to keep going."

"But we're not meant to be out of camp yet, perhaps we should head back… the snow is making me tired." Mosskit mewled, giving a cough from her chest. Her paws trembling under her as her blue eyes barely stayed open, the snow getting heavier.

Bluefur stopped in her tracks and lay down in the snow, her eyes staring back behind her. "Come on board Mosskit, you can take a nap on my back."

Mosskit felt the snow starting to slow her down, her pawsteps faltering as she tried to keep moving. Her body trembled with the freezing burn going through her body, her blue eyes nearly closed. "I-I'm just so… so… tired…"

Mosskit plopped on the ground, her breathing slowly becoming still and hollow. Bluefur scurried towards her, nudging her with her muzzle. "Mosskit… Mosskit, no!"

The bluish gray she-cat sat down in the snow and nestled her head on her kit's back, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face. "StarClan, Moonflower, Snowfur… please take care of my kit!" she wailed, before getting to her paws and leaving the clearing as Mosskit was buried in snow.

Bluefur carried her remaining kits in her jaws as they lay sleeping in her grasp, the rushing river got closer and closer but her paws got slower and slower as she left a trail of tears behind her. Each paw step to the river, where a reddish brown tom was waiting for her, felt like something was weighing her down. Bluefur collapsed in front of him and crawled towards him and using his sturdy build to heave herself up.

The tom rested his muzzle on her head, not bothering to look down at their kits. "Bluefur… what's wrong?"

"I-I lost her… I-I lost one of our kits… I lost Mosskit on the journey here." Bluefur sobbed into his shoulder.

The reddish brown tom wrapped a paw around her and pulled her closer, she sobbed more into his chest as he stared down at the two kits at their paws. "Are you sure you want to part with the remaining kits, it's not too late to change your mind."

"It is too late to turn back, if I don't do this… Thistleclaw will take over the clan and drive our clans to war." Bluefur meowed, looking down at Mistykit and Stonekit. "I'm ready to lose… all… of my kits…." She sobbed the last part, "Oakheart, please take them… I'm afraid I'll cause more harm than good to them now."

Oakheart nodded, his amber eyes meeting into her blue. "Bluefur, please take a good long thought on this, you would never get to see your kits become apprentices… cheer their names at their warrior ceremony… my brother's leader, he can make you a warrior in our clan and you won't have to worry us getting into a battle."

"It's not just about us fighting, but our clans will be torn apart in war… no matter which side we are on."

"Bluefur…"

"Just… take them… please!" Bluefur pleaded, her blue eyes sparkling with the same kind of pleas.

Oakheart nodded, leaning down and picking up the two kits in his jaws. Turning to swim across the river with the blue gray she-cat watching them leave, her mate… her kits… leaving her behind in the snow.

Oakheart emerged on the opposite side, and turned to look behind at her. Hoping that she would cry out to come with him, and she wanted to… he could see it in her eyes. But he watched the she-cat, the cat he fell in love with… turn and walk back into the forest. Oakheart heaved a sigh and turned to walk back through the RiverClan territory back towards camp.

…

A gray she-cat sniffed around, her eyes searching the snow covered undergrowth of the marshland pines. Spotting a plant she reached forward and grabbed a snippet of it, as she turned to walk away… she saw something out of the corner of her eye. The she-cat turned her flatten face to look at it, her big heavy paws hammering the ground as she hurried towards it; her long gray fur flowing behind her.

She halted beside the body of a small kit; she leaned down her head and sniffed. The scent was strange, and it was alone as far as she could tell.

But she lifted her head and sniffed around, there was no sign of the mother. the gray she-cat picked up the kit and carried it deeper into the pines, the pines squelching and squishing under her large paws.

She emerged through an thick bush wall, and carried it towards a large tree at one end of the camp. poking her head through, and she looked at the dark brown fur that lay with his back turned to her. "Raggedstar…"

"Yes, Yellowfang…"

"I-I want to talk to you… about this kit…"

"A kit, another one! Who's the father now, it's certainly not mine." The dark brown tabby tom turned his head to look at the gray she-cat.

"She's not mine either, I found her at the border with no sign of her mother or anyone. Her scent is unrecognizable, and she seems to be ill." The gray she-cat meowed.

The dark brown tabby tom got to his paws, and approached the kit who was set down at her paws. The gray she-cat looked down at the she-kit, and the dark brown tabby followed it. "You want me to take it into our clan?"

"Please."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because it is a hazard, our clan is already starving and one more mouth to feed is not what we need. Besides, none of the queens will take her." Raggedstar responded.

"I'll look after her." Yellowfang meowed, "I will raise her although I cannot provide milk, but I am not leaving her to die in the cold."

The dark brown tabby tom laughed. "You, you didn't want to raise our own kit, why this one?"

"I had a choice with Brokenpaw; I have no other choice with her."

"Alright, what about the clan, medicine cats aren't supposed to have kits remember." Raggedstar taunted.

Yellowfang looked away. "They can say what they will, but I will look after her."

Raggedstar huffed, turning his back to her. "Fine, do what you will with her… but I will not make her public to the clan and there will be no naming ceremony."

"Fine." Yellowfang mewed coolly, before turning around and carrying the kit towards the medicine cat den.

Once through, she set down the kit in her nest, and curled up tight around her. "Goodnight…

Snowkit." She purred as the pale gray and white she-kit curled up closer.

A/N: No allegiances, all the cats from the age of near the end of Bluestar's prophecy and where Brokenstar is Brokenpaw. So, let the games begin! Somewhere that i don't have to juggle around OCs all that much.