A slow breeze washed over the night. The forest was silent. Cats met at the full moon. That was tonight. The cats we're waiting for their leader to begin the meeting. "Tonight, there is something I must talk about first." A dark ginger tom meowed."Dark times will come across the clans.They must stand strong if they are going to survive

it, and we must be there to guide them."

He paused, letting the cats whisper among themselves."We must send two cats among the clans to go and find help." The dark ginger tom finished.

"But who must we send?" meowed a white tom.

"Poppyheart. The dark ginger tom meowed to a tortoiseshell she-cat tell me what you think." Poppyheart got up from where she was watching and trotted over to him. She quietly told him what she thought.

"Then it's settled! These are the two cats who must travel to the mountains." He then yowled the two cats' names into the night.

"They can't leave!" whispered a small brown and white she-cat.Uncertain, most cats were whispering restlessly.

"Calm down," meeowed the dark ginger tom."I know what's best for them." The soft sound of the river rushed by them.A new cat was silhouetted against the moonlight.

The dark ginger tom let out a slow growl."Why have you come here, Runt?"

"Ah, Foxstar, my old friend," replied Runt. Slowly Runt climbed down into the starlit clearing where all the cats we're meeting.

"Get out of here," growled Foxstar.

"Not until I do what has to be done," Runt meowed calmly.

"You will not harm any of us!" yowled Foxstar.

"I have not come here to harm you," meowed Runt.

"I just want to deliver a message." Runt whispered something softly in Foxstar's ear.

Slowly, Foxstar told all the cats about the message.Shocked mews spread across the clearing.

"Oh no," breathed the small brown and white she-cat."What will become of them!" she yowled.

"it will be okay, Dawnheart," Foxstar meowed to her. He then turned to Runt. "Thank you." With that, Runt scrambled to the top of the clearing and disappeared into the mist.

Starlight glistened in the cats' fur. The moon had crept up higher into the sky.

Suddenly Dawnheart meowed,

"Foxstar, how will we warn them?"

"I don't know," he replied.

"A stick!" some cat yowled.

"A leaf!" another one called.

"This meeting is over!" yowled Foxstar. When all the cats left, Foxstar looked across the clearing.

Foxstar stayed there, and at dawn he awoke to a paw prodding him in the side."Runt?" Foxstar meowed sleepily."Why have you come back?"

"Take a walk with me," Runt meowed.

"Alright," Foxstar grumbled.As they padded out of the clearing Foxstar saw the mist had gone. Sunlight dappled the leaves of the forest."Why must I lead them?" Foxstar mumbled.

"Because they chose you," Runt replied calmly.

As they walked on Foxstar looked out to the beautiful mountians that we're so far away.

"Do they have to travel to the mountians?'' Foxstar asked. "it's for the good of the Clans," meowed Runt. Foxstar was still unsure.

Suddenly, a cat ran into them.

"Dawnheart!" Aren't you supposed to be at camp?" Foxstar meowed.

"I wanted to see where you guys we're."

"Come walk with us," meowed Runt.

They walked for a while.The breeze carried the scent of prey. Greenleaf gave them plenty.Their paws padded gently on the leaf-strewn ground.

Foxstar stopped, looking at something on the ground.

"I'll catch up with you in a bit!" he called to them. He looked to the ground once more.

There were tiny pebbles on the ground. One was bigger than the rest. Engraved on the big stone was a wave. Well, something that looked like a wave.That was it! This was the solution! Paws thrumming hard on the ground he raced to catch up to the others, sending leaves skittering across the forest floor.

When he saw them, Dawnheart and Runt we're sitting in the Great Maple.

He joined them, curling his tail over his paws. All three looked across the horizon, to see the mountains looming in the distance. There was a moment of silence.

"My kin will be okay, right?" Dawnheart asked Foxstar without turning her head.

"Fawnstar will be okay."