Prolouge

Shadestar paced back and forth on the highledge. It was seen that he had something on the top of his mind. "It has become apparent to me that Dawnheart has been impregnated by a WindClan cat."

Shocked meows echoed throughout the camp. A sleek, tortoiseshell emerged from the nursery in between two queens who had older kits. Tears streamed from Dawnheart's eyes knowing what the result was going to be. She looked up at a ginger she-cat, Gingerpetal, the deputy smirked from where she sat.

"You and your siblings will be exiled!"

Eyes widened but nobody protested. A tom identical to the leader, accept for the eyes, stepped away from the medicine cat den. "Shadestar, you are making a mistake," Blackfeather glared at the leader as he approached his siblings.

"Does not seem like that to me. This is what has to be done for the sake of our clan. ThunderClan needs no more mixed blood in our veins and I will make sure of that once you four are gone." Shadestar hissed back.

The siblings with their heads down began their trek away from the clan. "Wait!" shouted a tom's voice from the crowd. "We are going with," it was a pale gray tom, Mousenose who ran towards the group with two apprentices. "Sorry Shadestar, but nothing will stop you from keeping us away from our friends."

Rosesong stood below Highledge glancing at the trio. "Shadestar, Blackfeather may have been my mentor, but I choose to stay for the sake of ThunderClan's health." The leader looked away and nodded at the trio.

"Very well. Blackfeather, may StarClan bid you well on your long journey away from the lake."

Silence had fallen upon the group as they approached a river that they had heard stories about a Dove's Wing who knew to travel to a beaver's dam.

"You did not have to come with us, but I am glad you did." Rainsong broke the silence to speak to Mousenose. "Same thing to you Whitepaw and Pondpaw."

The snowy white she-cat fluffed out her chest fur and smiled. "I can't imagine life without my mentor. Neither would Pondpaw."

Up in front, Blackfeather was leaning close to Dawnheart with a ginger tabby tom on the other side. "How are you holding up? It's close to sundown, I think we should find somewhere to camp out for the night."

"I'm not a useless queen, I can handle a few more fox lengths."

Flamepelt shook his head, "Dawnheart, if something happens, Blackfeather has no herbs to care for you."

"Our brother has a point. Dawnheart, see that abandoned two-leg place up ahead. We are going to camp out there for the night and then continue once your kits are several moons old. Your kits are due any day now." Blackfeather nosed at the tortoiseshell's huge belly.

Dawnheart sighed. "You win."