"Heronleg has returned!" announced Smokekit. "Emberblaze, repeat the plan."

"Like we haven't heard it a million times already." muttered Ferretkit.

Smokekit looked scathingly at him. "Shush. Now, I said, Emberkit, to repeat the plan."

"Yes, Smokestar." mewed Emberblaze, smiling slightly.

She and her brothers were hatching a plan to escape the gorge.

Emberkit was the strategist, Smokekit was the leader, Heronkit was the scout, and Ferretkit was a warrior.

No kit wanted to be stuck in the nursery for six moons, so it was up to them to get away.

They were currently in a corner of the nursery, waiting for her to recite the plan yet again.

She began speaking. "So, we give Tinycloud some fresh-kill, and then claim that we have to...and remember, Patchfoot will be patrolling the lip of the gorge, so be careful." she finished.

Smokekit told everyone to get in position. Emberkit listened as Heronkit gave their mother food.

"Tinycloud, can I go get some fresh-kill? I'm starving."

Tinycloud sighed. "Be right back. Okay?"

"Got it." said Heronkit confidently. "Oh, and I'm going to take Emberkit, Ferretkit, and Smokekit with me."

They all quickly scampered out before Tinycloud could protest.

Emberkit and her siblings all grabbed a piece of fresh-kill and retreated under a bush.

After gobbling up their prey, one at a time, they crept up behind the bush and into the empty elders den.

"Okay, I'm going now, Smokestar." whispered Heronkit.

"Remember," said Emberkit, "Heronleg, then Ferretclaw, then me, then Smokestar. Okay?"

They all nodded their heads in unison.

Slowly, they crept a path up the gorge covered in gorse and brush.

Once they got to the top, they hid under a bush and waited until Patchfoot had passed.

"Heronleg, go!" said Smokekit. Heronkit scampered across and gave the all clear.

"Emberkit, go!" Patchfoot started heading their way again. As soon as he had walked by, Smokekit and Ferretkit ran over.

They had done it.

Emberkit sighed. It had been a good day.

She recalled how Tinycloud reacted when they got back.

"Where were you?" "Lost." That was Smokekit.

"On the way to the fresh-kill pile? I'm not going to ask where you've been, but I can guess well enough from the smell of fresh leaves and dew on your fur. I won't report this to Leafstar, but if you do it again, I will.

Emberkit smiled, and fell into a drowsy stupor, then fell asleep.

She was on a windswept moor, full of cats. A gray cat, the one she kept on seeing, the one with the stars in his fur, appeared in front of her and began to speak

Remember the fourth, so close to the end

She is the savior of all the Clans