A/N: Hey everyone! I guess I should probably introduce myself. This is YoungWriterMe! I've been writing fanfiction for, oh, probably five years or so. My original account was shared with my sister, but this one is just me.

A little bit about me: I love to write and I love reviews! I've actually let some stories die in the past because no one seemed to be reading them..

Now about the story! How am I doing? I lovelovelove suggestions! If you have a cat that you would like to have a place here, just message me or leave it in the review!

For cats born so many generations after the last great exodus(the one taking the four clans from the forest to the lake), making such a trek was worrisome. They had no notion of which direction they should go in, or how far they must go. Acornfur pulled ahead as the unofficial leader of the group once more. As the cats reached the far edge of Shadowclan territory, they paused. It was a solemn moment. Everything was about to change, and Acornfur silently begged the ancestors that the change would be for the better. The plague could have destroyed the clans completely. They had been granted a second chance. Her mind traveled back to the beginning of the destruction. It had all started with the gathering began just as any other. The clans came together and the leaders began sharing their news when the loners appeared.

"And one of our queens has delivered three healthy kits-" The Windclan leader stopped, his eyes trained on the edge of the clearing. The cats of the clans followed the tom's eyes to see two calico tom cats. But something wasn't right. White froth dripped from their jaws. The cats nearest to the intruders began to back away, their fear scents spreading to their clanmates behind them. "Who in the name is Starclan-" At that moment, one of the toms lunged forward toward a Riverclan she-cat, spitting ferociously, claws out. All hell broke loose. The other intruder mimicked the first, attacking the nearest clan cat. The warriors around the fighting dove in to protect the cats being attacked. It was obvious that the clan cats were going to win, the the rogues didn't stop. Until they died, that is.

When the fighting had finally ended, the Thunderclan leader yowled "This gathering is over!" And the cats left. But the virus was already spreading.

It was horrific. The first cats fell ill, then the ones closest to them and so on. Some cats became irate once infected, like the intruders at the gathering. Others were different. They would isolate themselves, moving less and less, finally moving no more. But there were symptoms that both shared. The foaming. Fevers. Seizures. And there was nothing the medicine cats could do. This disease was like nothing the clans had ever seen. All that they could do was watch their clan mates suffer and die.

Acornfur forced her mind back to the present. She didn't want to think about it. She had a sister, a mate, kits… She watched them die one by one. To distract herself, the she-cat decided to take a moment to study the cats that were now her clan mates. Starting with the cats from her own clan, she glanced at Blacksnake. He was a quiet, solid black tom, big and strong. He hadn't been this quiet before, but after his mate and kits died, he rarely spoke. He had been one of Thunderclan's best fighters. Acornfur moved on to Thistleclaw. He was a tawny color with darker streaks in his fur. Thistleclaw had looked for a fight from the day he was kitted. He was overly bold and argumentative, but loyal. He'd lost his mate. Robinsong was black with a white splotch on her chest. Losing her parents and brothers had made the other she-cat jumpy. Swiftwing was brown and black colored. The obedient, loyal cat had lost his mother and brother to the disease.

Acornfur moved on to the other cats. Interestingly, a set of sisters came from Riverclan. The light gray she-cats were named Honeypaw and Berrypaw, the youngest cats in the group. They had been apprenticed just after the last gathering. Before the horror started. The two seemed very close, never leaving the other's side. Eeltail, Troutripple, and Crookedtail were also from Riverclan, and also gray. Eeltail had white patches over his long, thin body. The only other apprentice came from Shadowclan; an angry, black and gray she-cat called Dustpaw. She had come with the black and ginger Poppycloud. This she-cat made Acornfur quite panic-y. Poppycloud's belly was rounded with kits- the deciding factor that made her leave. Acornfur had no idea how far the group would have to travel before they found a safe place, but the Shadowclan queen's due date would force them to 'd only have a moon or so to find a camp, even if it was only temporary. The remaining cats were from Windclan: a light brown Hazelcloud, the white and brown Cloudysky, and the brown tabbies Grasswhisker and Hareleap. Moving her eyes back to Poppycloud, Acornfur cleared her throat.

"We should keep moving." Not a single cat objected to her decision, and when she started walking, they followed. She had decided to go east, back through Thuderclan territory, past Moonpool, and onward. They would go down, around the mountains, and keep going, until they found a place.

Or until their one moon was up.