"We have to go, Mink."

Mink's tail would sway gently as two cats stared off into the woods. "Rook will kill me, you — maybe your kits. Mink please." Why wouldn't he shut up? Her brother worried to much. She wasn't afraid of her mate; former or current mate. She didn't care, he was just a bully on a throne of lies. Although, she sighs and nods her head.

"You're right, Cloud."

The white tom would stop in his babbling, his worried and frightened expression would change quickly. The fur on her back would bristle, as she would stare meekly at her kin. "Are you sure, Mink?" She would nod her head, staring at the tom she knew she could trust. All her years on the streets had taught her to trust little cats, they all just wanted to use her for something. Be it kits, personal gain or food. Her brother on the other paw, was a good cat. Maybe the only cat with a heart of gold in this city. "Beyond the thin forest is are mountains, and an abandoned mine Gun keeps telling us about."

"How would he know? He's been in the streets his entire life. He's probably just making up lies." Mink would respond sharply, taking a quick glance behind her to make sure nobody was approaching or listening in to their conversation. Rook knew cats, which was why he was the tyrant of the twoleg place. The boss, the ruler and king. "I believe he's right. We could stop at the mine and stay in it for a few days. Mink, I could take care of you and start a new life for you and your kits." Cloud would offer her a smile, his pink nose wrinkling as he would soon rise to his paws.

"Well, well, well." Came a ragged, yet firm voice. Soon, four cats would slip out from the shadows. Rook. Accompanied with his savage Beast, Clown and Weasel. "Your words wound me, Cloud. I thought we were friends," Rook would soon advance on Mink, brushing his sleek frame against hers. "Thinking about leaving, my dear?" He would frown, soon turning that sad look into an aggressive one. She would almost gag in disgust. "Just as I was preparing your nest, for our kits and future empire. You want to leave?"

"You're a monster." Cloud would hiss, the gray cat would thank her brother for speaking up. "You've killed so many cats. You've had cats killed for fun, and just because you wanted too!" The three cats would laugh shortly after Rook, however he kept his chuckle. "Just like your father you are. An idiot." Again, laughter from his lackeys. "You're unfair Rook! Starving cats who follow you, those who speak out are never seen again! Only you, and those close to you eat. All you care about is yourself and killing."

Rook would flick his tail, gesturing at his cats to advance on her brother. Rook would depart from her side, and she could finally breath. "Is this how you want your kits to be raised? In bloodshed and pointless death?" Cloud would screech out, soon glancing at Mink for help. "I do not want my kits to be raised like this Rook, I'm done here. With you, your group. I can't believe I loved you." Her words were like a sword cutting skin, she would bristle gently as well as raise her chin. Rook would spit, however keeping his calm attitude. Rook would have his three brutes circle her brother, soon advancing and quickly attacking him. Rook would simply watch with a pleased grin.

"Run! Mink please! Get out o—" He was soon cut off as Weasel had sunk her claws into the face of her brother, tearing it open destroying a side of his face. He would scream in pain, and she knew she had to leave. She would turn, taking off as fast as she could. She could hear the sound of heavy paw steps after her, unsure if they were actually following her. She would tear through the brush, snagging her fur on some of it and wincing as it teared off. "I'm sorry Cloud..." She would gasp out, soon carrying on as she swore she had heard Clown screech for her.

Mink would come to the road, the cars whirling by as she could smell them on her now. She would take a glance behind her, and soon take a chance and run. The mine had to be closed by, she would place her pink pads on the hard road and run. Not looking back.

Mink would cross, her sides heaving as she wanted to throw up, to fall over and start wheezing over Cloud. Rook killed him, or he's dying right now. She could of stopped them, and submitted to her former mate. But no, she had to run and let him speak his words. Although, Mink kept going. And would soon find the entrance of the mine. She would walk in, feeling safe and almost protected. She would soon witness a sight she had never seen on her time alive in this world.

A beautiful gleaming stone, the blue was the example of grace. She could see her reflection, her gentle face and striking eyes. She would gently brush her nose against it, curling up and falling asleep.

She would awaken, she felt lighter. Like all her regrets no longer mattered. She was in a forest, as beautiful as the stories she had been told as a kit about the woods, and the forest cats. She would explore the forest, leaves would rustle in the wind that did not seem to exist. "Hello." Came a voice from behind, Mink would turn and squint. The cat seemed almost transparent, her fur littered with stars and eyes that spoke of pure wisdom. "Welcome to StarClan."

"StarClan?" Mink would ask, staring up at the sky. Black, littered with stars and a round, plump moon. "A place where warriors, kits, apprentices, elders and leaders go after serving their time in the Clans."

"Who are you?"

"Bluestar." The blueish gray she-cat would respond, her fur rippling as she would approach Mink. She would prepare to attack the so called spirit, still confused by all of this. "I cannot tell you everything, you must figure out for yourself Mink. It will all make sense in time."

"The forest was destroyed, and the lake cats perished. But cats of your bloodline will bring the four Clans back to their glory."

She was gone. Mink would wake up to the sound of paws against the stone. She would jump to her paws, preparing to attack until she would realize the scent was not from the city. "Minnow where are we?"

"We need a place to rest, far from the monsters."

The group of cats would stop, and face Mink. "Oh my! We're so sorry, is this your cave and..." The so called Minnow would say, backing up. Her eyes would widen at the sight of the crystal. "No, no. It's fine. I was only... only hiding."

"From who?" Came a voice, Mink would nervously fumble. A bit glad these weren't cats from Rook's gang, but still worried they would harm her, and try to kill her. "I ran away from bad cats, that is all. I need a place to raise my kits when the time comes." She would manage out, hoping the group would take this as a plea for help to help raise her kits. "We could always use more hunters, we were just preparing to cross into the mountains. My name is Minnow, I'm the leader of our band."

"The mountains? Why?"

"We, well River and her brother came from over the mountains and told us about it. But they had to move a long time ago, when they were only kits. They have vague memories of it. I'm sure you can always ask one of them." She would smile, and dip her head. "What is your name?"

"Mink." She would respond, flattening her ears and staring at the band of cats. They seemed curious, wanting to get closer and absorb her. "Nice to meet you Mink, we'll be moving out tomorrow."

After the pregnant she-cat had gotten use to everyone, a small group went out to collect moss. Mink would fall asleep, waking up in the starry forest once more...