"Why are we stopping here?" Wolfstream meowed.

Pebble rushed over to Rose's den entrance. "I just have to explain to my good friend what's going on so she doesn't wonder where I am."

She padded through the entrance. "Rose? You in here?" She mewed.

A pile of gray fur was sleeping in the corner. By the sound of Pebble's voice, she lifted her head quickly, her yellow eyes piercing the dim lighting inside of her den. "Oh, hey Pebble," she mewed. "You startled me."

Pebble looked down. "I... Um, I need to tell you something," she whispered. She really hated this. She didn't want to leave Rose.

They gray she-cat stood up, stretched, and walked over to where Pebble was standing. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, not really. But I need to tell you something that I should have told you a long time ago," she started.

Rose's ears perked. "Go on," she murmured.

"You see, I was born a clan cat," she meowed, expecting a surprised reaction from Rose. But Rose politely stayed quiet and let Pebble continue.

"I was born with my brother Bramblekit and my sister Riverkit. My name was Pebblekit. But me and my sister, who are identical twins, were born into this prophecy, and some cats didn't like it. They didn't want the ways of the clan to change. Thats what the prophecy was about- that Riverkit and I would change things in the clan. This evil leader, who raided our clan, tried to kill me and drove our clan out of our home. In the middle of all the chaos, I was lost, and I was forced to grow up on my own here in this forest, not too far away from our old camp..."

Rose smiled. "I'm so glad you're telling me all of this," she mewed. "But why are you telling me now?"

Pebble sighed. She was coming to the hardest part. "Because this morning I found a tom from my old clan. He's going to take me back to our clan, so I can reunite with my sister."

"That's amazing!" she exclaimed. "You must be so happy!" Then, Rose realized why she was here, telling her this. The excitement in her eyes dimmed. "T-That means this is goodbye, isn't it?" she stuttered.

Pebble nodded with sorrow. She touched noses with her best friend. "I really hope we can see each other again someday," she choked. "You are my best friend and you always will be. You made my life such a better place. I just want you to know that."

"Of course," she said. "I totally understand why you are leaving. They are your family, so go. And just remember, I won't ever forget you."

Suddenly, Wolfstream walked in. "Sorry to interrupt, but if we want to get there before midnight we better leave now."

She said her last goodbyes to Rose and walked out of her den, trying not to look back. She knew it would be too hard.

Wolfstream and Pebble started to make their way towards WaterClan. She noticed they were going towards where the old WaterClan camp was, which was south of where they were now. "I didn't even realize you guys went south of the old camp," said Pebble. "I assumed you went north, towards the mountains, so that's how I got to this forest."

"Apparently, everyone went south. I wasn't alive until shortly after, though," stated Wolfstream.

They walked in silence for a long time. It felt like forever to Pebble. But, after a few hours, the parts of the forest started to become familiar to her. She gasped.

"This is the old WaterClan, forest isn't it?" she mewed, breaking the extended silence. Wolfstream nodded sternly.

"I haven't been here since..." her voice trailed off.

Just then, there was a very subtle noise. It sounded like a small thud, and then some slight rusting. Pebble's ears perked, and she stopped. Wolfstream must have heard it too, because he did the same. Pebble slowly rotated her head left and right, seeing if she could spot the source of the rustling.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, a very large orange tabby tom tackled her and pinned her to the ground, his huge black paws on her shoulders, pinning her down securely. At the same time, a black tom pinned Wolfstream to the ground right next to her. They struggled to get out of the two toms grip, but it was no use. Their heavy paws were impossible to get from under.

The black tom tightened his grip on Wolfstream and chuckled. He looked at the orange tom. "Howlstar will be pleased," he mewed menacingly.

Howlstar...? Thats a clan cat name! Pebble glanced over at Wolfstream as she tried to keep a calm expression. Wolfstream looked over, and immediately Pebble knew they were thinking the same thing.

They had been captured by FireClan cats.