As Frecklespeckle, Stickkit, Sweetheart, Sourpatch, Frostedflake, Weedwhacker, and Budlight started making their way across the thunderpath, a yellow cat suddenly popped out of the bushes, and quietly meowed.
"Psst, hey, come over here, I have some fresh kill."
"Oh boy!" Budlight exclaimed, jumping in joy, causing the whole ground to shake, and even knocking Frostedflake off of his paws, "I'm starving, it feels like I haven't eaten for moons."
"You've just eaten like, right before we came here," Weedwhacker sighed, as his brother raced over to the yellow cat.
"Well, I don't care about fresh-kill," Sweetheart sniffed, pointing her muzzle in the air, "Catmint is the only thing that captures my attention."
"Oh, well then, you're in luck, we have that too!" the yellow cat exclaimed.
"Yay!" Sweetheart squealed, racing over.
"And, that's not all!" a silver-grey cat exclaimed, popping out of the bushes beside the yellow cat.
"Oh yeah? What else you got?" Weedwhacker asked, narrowing his eyes.
The yellow cat and the silver-grey cat exchanged glances.
"We have Ashfurkit, Twigkit, and that other kit whose name I can't remember!" the silver-grey cat exclaimed, throwing his head back, and mrrowing manaically.
"So what? We don't even know them," Frecklespeckle meowed.
Stickkit nodded.
"Yeah, why would we care about some random cats we don't even know?"
The yellow cat's eyes bugged out of her head.
"But isn't that what being in a clan is all about? Caring about others?" she shook her head, "Boy, things sure have changed since I left."
Weedwhacked furrowed his brows.
"I thought it was about clawing the pelts off of anyone who stepped onto your territory, and to always remind kittypets of their origins."
"That's lame Weedwhacker," Budlight meowed through a mouthful of rat, "Our mother and our father are both part kittypets."
"Yeah, and you got their kittypet part, and I got their clan part," Weedwhacker sniffed.
"So, do you folks wanna join The Kin?" the silver-grey tom asked.
"What are the perks?" Frostedflake asked.
"Plenty of fresh-kill, that you can eat anytime you want," the yellow she-cat began.
"I'm in!" Budlight exclaimed.
"No, Budlight, you can't just join some random clan of strange cats you don't even know, and what about KittypetClan? Our loyalty lies with them," Weedwhacker meowed.
"Screw KittypetClan," Budlight sniffed, "They always make me wait to eat, but here, I can eat whenever I want!"
"And, you can claw the pelt off of anyone you want, no matter if they step onto your territory or not," the silver-grey tom said with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, Budlight's right, screw KittypetClan!" Weedwhacker exclaimed, running over to the group.
"Well, his loyalty wasn't very strong," Stickkit snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Wait, who are these guys again?" a black she-cat asked, popping out of the bushes beside the yellow cat and the silver-grey cat.
"Oh, Raven, it's nice of you to join us, and these cats, not these two bozos," the yellow cat indicated Weedwhacker and Budlight with her tail, "But the other ones, are the kits of medicine cats, like two medicine cats together."
The silver-grey cat nodded.
"Yeah! That must mean their uber special and powerful!"
"Yes," the yellow cat rubbed her paws together, "And soon, that power will all be ours!"
She stopped mrrowing and turned to the medicine cats, who were looking throughly confused.
"When I point to you, I want you to come forward, and state what clan you're from, and who your parents are."
"Um...no?" Sourpatch meowed, looking at the yellow cat like she was an idiot.
"I can tell from your long claws, that you're a relative of Tigerstar, as am I, I'm his great-granddaughter," the yellow cat meowed proudly, puffing her chest out.
"Well, I can do you one better, I'm his grandson, which makes me more closely related, so I outshine you," Sourpatch smirked, looking happy for the first time since he was born.
"Our father's name is Puddleshine!" Sweetheart exclaimed.
"Ah, so you two are littermates?" the yellow cat asked, looking from Sourpatch to Sweetheart.
"Yep! And our parents are Puddleshine of HalfClanClan and Mothwing of WhoClan!" Sweetheart exclaimed.
The yellow cat nodded.
"I was in HalfClanClan once upon a time, I'm Sleekwhisker by the way, and this," she pointed to the silver-grey tom, "is Roach, and the black cat beside him is Raven."
"Now, you," she then meowed, pointing at Frecklespeckle.
"My name is Frecklespeckle, I'm the kit of Leafpool and Crowfeather, and I think I have a couple of littermates, but I have no idea what happened to them, they just disappeared into the void," he meowed in a bored tone.
Sleekwhisker shook her head.
"Wow, not only did they break the code once, but they broke the same codes twice!"
"What do you care about breaking the code? Aren't you all rebellious and what not?" a grey she-cat asked.
"Be quiet Twigkit, no one asked you to speak!" Sleekwhisker hissed.
"Well, she's right you know," a pale grey tom with darker grey flecked piped up.
"No one asked you either, Ashfurkit!" Sleekwhisker hissed before turning to Roach, "Why'd we kitnap these kits again?"
"You said you wanted to use them, to threaten their lives, if anyone refuses to join The Kin."
"Oh right," Sleekwhisker meowed, turning back to the medicine cats, "And what about you?" she asked, pointing to Frostedflake.
"I'm Frostedflake! I'm from MarshmallowfluffClan," the black and white tom beamed.
"Uh huh, and who are your parents?" Sleekwhisker asked, before turning to Roach and meowing, "He's from MarshmallowfluffClan, you know? That clan that was super late coming to the forest, are they even a proper clan?"
"Where they're from doesn't matter Sleek, they're just cannon fodder," Raven meowed.
"Righty-o, and who did you say your parents were again?" Sleekwhisker asked.
"I didn't, but if you must know, I never knew my mother, she died when I was just a kit," Frostedflake's voice broke, and all the other medicine cats exchanged confused glances.
"And," the continued, with a sinister smile, "my father is Darktail, and the last thing he said to me, is that I'm going to be the one to lead The Kin."
"But that's impossible!" Sleekwhisker, Roach, and Raven exclaimed in unicorn.
Sleekwhisker nodded.
"Darktail died before having kits, and I thought you were the kit of two medicine cats!"
"It seems that you don't know as much about your idol as you thought, I mean, look at my black and white pelt, can't you tell?"
"Oh my StarClan!" Sleekwhisker gasped, before fainting, as Roach and Raven bowed to Frostedflake.
"But Frostedflake, that's a lie and you know it," Stickkit hissed in his ear.
"I know Stickkit, but didn't you hear them? They're planning on using us as cannon fodder, I'm just trying to beat them at their own game, now I'm leader of The Kin, I'm going to make them the cannon fodder, not us, and-"
Stickkit slapped his tail over his mouth, silencing him,
"That's enough, you had me at I know, now, we just let the other cats know of the plan."
"This is bad, this is real bad!" Hollyleaf muttered, as she paced back and forth.
"You're tellin me? We started Warriors Battle Royale how long ago? And no one has even killed anyone yet, I'm growing old here!" Skystar grumbled.
"No you mousebrain!" Hollyleaf spat, "Why is any of this allowed? Why are med-cats allowed to have kits with cats outside their clans? What happened to the warrior code?!" she threw her head back, and screeched so loudly, that four cats died again, and disappeared.
Suddenly, a loud ringing started sounding in her ear, and after she writhed on the ground for a few minutes, as everyone stared at her like she'd lost her mind, it suddenly stopped, and she heard the crampy old voice of a WindClan tom.
"Look, I know you remember the warrior code, and so do I, but it seems like everyone else has forgotten."
Hollyleaf gasped, and nearly brust into tears of joy, maybe not all hope was lost!
"Yes, I'm so glad I'm not the only one, but nothing I do seems to work, I've tried entering the dreams of pretty much everyone," Hollyleaf exclaimed.
"I've tried that too, I think it's because they no longer believe in StarClan,I think the only thing we can do now is talk to them face to face."
"How are we going to do that? If they don't believe, then how can we just appear to them?" Hollyleaf asked.
"It may not be the easiest task, but it's the only one that will work," the tom took a deep breath, "We're going to have to reincarnate ourselves."