"…And this is how they come to be in our land." Leafstar finished, her eyes glaring at her Clan from below. The Tribe of Rushing Water sat behind her.

Blackfortune stepped forward. "We all, as The Tribe of Rushing Water, promise to serve you and make ourselves worthy of your shelter." He dipped his head towards Leafstar, and one last time at the Clan. Many of his own cats followed.

Soon, there were yowls of excitement and the Tribe was swarmed with curious ThunderClan cats. Blackfortune and Salmon answered their questions. But the rest of the Tribe sat there, uncertain, shy, and confused.

"I can't find Wave!" a small gray she-cat screamed. She looked desperately at her Tribe, scanning every face, every pelt, every whisker. "She's not here! We have to find her! She might have been killed, or driven out!"

"Calm down, Mirage. We will find her now. Come." The massive brown tom stood, and began to run out through the gorse tunnel. Mirage ran after him.

"But we don't know our way around the forest!" she called to him. "What if we get lost?"

"That will be fine. We will just follow the-" He stopped and stared into the sky. There were dozens of black dots up there, buzzing about. There were making the most horrid noise. He was mystified. He couldn't keep his eyes off them. "What in the world…?" he whispered.

Mirage followed his gaze. Her back fur bristled. "I never saw such a swarm!"

"I know. We must alert ThunderClan, and our own." He began to turn when he heard a desperate squeak come from Mirage.

"But what about Wave!" she protested.

"Wave? We got her right here!" screamed a voice from behind. Mirage turned around with a jolt.

"Who's there?"

At that moment, a light gray tabby with big, blue eyes jumped out from the trees. Another cat stepped out more quietly.

"Wave!" purred Mirage.

Wave smiled and swiped her friend's ear with her paw. "Don't worry about me. These two cats have been bringing me back to their camp."

"Two?" Mirage took a quick glance. Only that gray tabby was there. "Where's the other one?"

"Here." meowed a new voice. This tom was older than them all, his brown fur and ruffled tail brushing against the wind. "I am Windfur. I am from ThunderClan."

"ThunderClan?" echoed Mirage. "I come from the Tribe of Rushing Water! We are going to stay with your Clan until our lands recover from the flames."

"Yes, we know." He turned to his apprentice. "Introduce yourself."

"I am Waterpaw, the medicine cat apprentice of ThunderClan!" Her blue eyes sparkled with obvious pride.

"Medicine cat…?" Mirage mewed quietly, looking confused.

"Medicine cats heal cats of their Clan." Wave responded.

"Ah, I see." Mirage turned to her friend and purred loudly. "I thought we lost you for good!"

"Me too." Wave looked with gratitude at her new friends. But that same dreadful sound rung louder. All the cats were alerted.

"Bees!" hissed Windfur. In the sky, it was full of bees, making the sky look like it was covered in angry, black dust. Windfur looked at them guiltily. He should've said something to his Clan about that hive, and look at it now.

"Everyone follow me!" Windfur growled urgently. The whole group of cats followed, their footsteps drowned by the roars of bees up high.