Moons later, the bloated she-cat known as Mink had given birth to two beautiful kits. She had become a member of the group, instead of shying away after the kits were born. They were honest, and helpful. Sometimes their were arguments, but Minnow or a tom named Skinner would break them up with a flick of his hairless tail.

"Mink!" A kit named Gorse would squeak, batting her paws in the air as she would try to show off to her mother. "You're not watching momma!" Her brother would reply, the black tom held much similarities to his father. Although, instead of a pure black coat he was gifted a beautiful strike of orange on his face. Like a blaze of orange. Gorse, on the other hand looked much like her mother.

"I'm watching, Gorse." The mother would reply as she would neatly tuck her paws under her chest. Gorse would soon crouch, stalking her way towards a leaf and pouncing on her brother's tail instead. "Thunder! You ruined it!" Gorse would spit, sticking her tongue out. The black tom in response would cuff at her ear and saunter towards his mother. Mink had been gifted a den to herself, and was glad she was. Her kits were a pawful, always wanting to go somewhere and see the sights. As the siblings got into a scuffle, the gray she-cat would exhale a sigh. Hearing the sound of paws, the others must of been fighting on where to go next again. "Wait here, my dears." She would say, brushing her kits with her long and fluffy tail back to the mossy nest.

"This fighting will get us nowhere!" Forest would say, lashing his tail as he stood beside his sister as per usual. "We must make up our minds, too the lake or to the city." Skinner would argue, lashing his semi-hairless tail. "Sitting in this cave for how many moons? We've basically only eaten bats and maybe some bugs." He would puff out his chest, where was Minnow? The leader of this group?

"Mink said their was a group of dangerous cats in the city." Lion would speak up, whiskers twitching as she glanced at the cat who had warned them all about the city and Rook's vicious group. "Thinking about her kits, and how she escaped that should not be repeated with our group. I say the lake." Mink would nod her head, finally speaking up. "Rook would flay you all alive if he find you hunting without his permission in his territory. It's just best to pass through the mountains, or maybe even settle in them." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the cats. "Why couldn't we live here?" Skinner would grunt, clearly upset he was losing this argument.

"My mother told me about what happened here to a group of cats. The forest was destroyed so twolegs could make more dens, forcing them to migrate towards the lake," River would say calmly. Her whiskers swaying with the slight breeze of being outside. Finally, Minnow would appear from the mouth of the cave with Mink's curious kits at her heels. The mother would scowl, bringing them to her side as she would listen to Forest speak again. "We should head towards the barn, if Minnow will let us."

"You are leading us to the lake, and to the barn. We cannot live like wanderers," Minnow would begin. Bringing everyone towards the cave's mouth for the night. "We will head over first thing in the morning, I would suggest getting some sleep." Mink would nuzzle her kits, and Thunder would protest. "Momma, do we really have to go to sleep? Someone will be caring us the entire time." Gorse would agree with the nod of her head, but finally Mink would pick up both kits with her jaw and place them in her nest. "You will sleep, and you will walk half way there before I carry you."

"Buuuttt mommaaaa..." The two kits would trail off, someone would hiss for the kits to be quiet. Which made them go silent, and stop their protesting. Mink would nuzzle herself closer to them, mostly to the stone. She had had little dreams of the strange cat known as Bluestar after the kits were born. She would assume it was just her mind playing games on her. She would press her nose against the stone, almost desperate to visit the land that made her worries fade, and her heart worm with hope. She would fall asleep in the matter of seconds, listening to the small bodies breath beside her.

"They must hurry." The familiar voice came as she would wake up, stretching out her limps she would listen. "The lake must be reclaimed, Yellowfang." Came Bluestar's voice, her whiskers twitching. "Mistystar said her final litter had survived the chaos." Came a raspy voice, sounding old yet full of everlasting youth. "She has not confirmed that the two cats travelling with your chosen ones are her kits. And the heir to RiverClan."

Paws would shuffle, as Mink would peer behind the tree to see them. Quickly hiding behind, she would catch her breath. "There is no point hiding Mink." Bluestar would say, patting the soft grass beside her. With great hesitance, Mink would come out of hiding and place herself next to the blueish gray she-cat. "You stopped talking to me!" Mink would almost sound upset, her paws would slowly be consumed by her tail as she wrapped her tail around them firmly. "We cannot always speak with you, Mink."

"This is Yellowfang." Bluestar would dip her head towards the she-cat with the folded ears, her face battered with scars but still held a hidden beauty. Like a mangled rose. "We have a final message to give you before we cannot speak to you," Yellowfang would grunt. Rising to her paws, gesturing for the two cats to follow. "I suppose you deserve an introduction." She would say as she sauntered with grace, like a shadow but stood out like a strike of thunder.

"Once lived four Clans here, until the twolegs came. They destroyed the forest, turning it into more dens for them." Bluestar would say, Mink would soon find herself staring at many other cats with stars in their fur. She was entranced, wanting to follow after them. She could see a black she-cat with green eyes chasing a gray and white tabby. They paid no attention to her at all, as if she wasn't there.

"So the Clans moved. Too the lake, where you are heading now." Yellowfang would carry on after Bluestar had stopped speaking. "They faced many troubles getting there, but once they arrived they were home. However, that soon changed. The Clans were slowly becoming corrupted by a force of evil, the darkness in the end was slain. But our fire died with it." Yellowfang would gesture to a tom with a pelt as red as fire, speaking with a gray cat and a black one with a simple white dot on his chest. "The Clans afterwards began to... die out, they had no clue what to do. And we had no clue what caused them to die out so quickly. All of them either died, or became loners."

"They have died, but their kits live on. StarClan needs you to revive them, Mink. Bring us back to our glory, find your true destiny not only as a mother but a hero. Find the kin of the great ancestors. You already have the swift river and striking thunder."

And with that, they were gone.

Mink would awaken, shivering gently. She could see most nests were empty, while others still slept. She would pull herself to her paws, nudging gently at her kits. "Today is moving day. Hurry on now," Mink would murmur, watching her kits squirm as they would try to fall back asleep. However, they soon rose to their paws and followed after their mother obediently. Minnow was outside, speaking with those who had woken up. "The barn, yes Charles we will be there before nightfall. And no, Dancer we cannot take breaks. Heather can you wake up the others? We're already wasting enough time as it is."

Heather would brush past Mink and her kits, showing her little to no interest. She would sit down, grooming her offspring. "Why do we need to clean?" Gorse would protest almost furiously as her mother would swipe her tongue over her fluffy fur. "You'll understand one day, my dear." She would chuckle, and soon turn to clean up Thunder before recalling what Yellowfang had said. She had never said the names of the Clans, only that there were four. Any of these cats could be the future, of what StarClan wanted. It could be her kits, or her.

"Mink?" It was Dancer. A cat she had rarely spoken too. "Do you want me to help you carry one of your kits?"

Chuckling at the kind gesture, the mother would refuse with a sweet smile. "They will walk until the road, it will be quick. Thank you though." And with that, he nodded his head and was back to speaking to the more important cats about what to do. She would rise to her paws. "Come along you two," Mink would say gently, nudging her kits with her tail to follow. "We're moving out!" Minnow would call as Heather brought back the rest of the slumbering cats. "We will not be stopping for anything hopefully. This will be quick."

And with that, they would follow their leader towards the barn. Mink would keep a watchful eye on her spawns, making sure none of them strayed to far from the group. "Momma! Look!" Gorse would call out, soon pointing at a large figure that seemed to be hulking towards them. How did... how did she see that coming? "Minnow!" Mink would shriek out, the group would come to a stop and stare at her. The questions of why had they stopped flooded the group, her two ears filling up with the same question. "What's wrong?" The silver cat would slip in beside her, soon catching sight of the large, beastly cat running towards them.

"It's Beast!" The mother would say, cowering before the leader as he would come to a halt. "What are you doing so close to the roads?" The disgusting cat would say, Mink could smell his breath from here! She wished she was being over dramatic. "We're heading towards the barn." Replying, Minnow would take a paw forward. Soon stopping her kits from approaching the stranger. "What are you doing here yourself? You seem more like a twoleg area cat."

"I left the twoleg place, the rules became too much. My boss ruined my jaw, and my reputation." Mink couldn't tell if he was lying, his jaw was indeed crooked as he took another step forward. It always could of been Cloud, or a dog. A twoleg for StarClan's sake. Minnow would shed her a concerned glance. But soon enough, she would speak up to the large brown tom. "You may travel with us," Minnow would say with a firm grunt, whiskers twitching as she would finally say. "But you dare harm any of us, or lied about your jaw. You will pay the price with your life."

He would nod his head, and the group would carry on.