"When Tierno left," Mossdream continued, "I was devastated. He was my only kin in the clan besides my old, frail father who died a few moons later. Everyone thought he went off to become a kittypet.
"The name Alderflight was erased from memory long before you were born. I am older than I look! But time after time I looked for him, finally finding him near the Moonstone. It was Midget to figure out the patterns of the Moonstone and the times at which the stone could be dangerous. Did you notice their was no gravel in the cave when we walked in? Strange things happen on nights like those. The wind howls, and freak storms kill cats. It just... happened to be Tierno." She shook her head.
"He had good intentions. Anyways, you must go get help. These cats are my responsibility now. They will take care of me, as I will them. Birchpaw, return to RiverClan. You have a long life ahead of you, and it won't be easy. Cold-hearted cats are out there, as I told you. Cats willing to kill. But for now, no cat must know of my ... friends here. Tell them. Tell them I am dead. Troutstar can bet his brown pelt that I won't come back. Be sure of that." She paused and licked Birchpaw's ear. "May StarClan light your path, young one. Now go! I will tell Oak that you are leaving."
Birchpaw widened his eyes. She has a brother? She wants me to make the clan believe that she is dead? No! But his good heart stopped his selfishness from commanding her to come back with him. "I will never forget you!" He called as he sprinted out of the den. Birchpaw jumped over a round shiny barrel and sped past Blue, who looked curiously on. Not looking back to see her in depth reaction, he sped off towards the den Mossdream had found for them near the Moonstone.
Finally, he reached the shallow dip. Too tired to think, he piled Mossdream's nest scraps onto his and tried to sleep. It didn't come easily, but after a while Birchpaw fell into a deep sleep.

Blinking at the harsh sun in his eyes, Birchpaw yawned. After his eyes adjusted, he got up, pushed his nest of grass and moss back over to the corner of the dip, and padded to the entrance. Suddenly a branch cracked. Looking under his feet for branches, he saw he was on smooth stone. Some cat followed me.
The next thing he knew, he was under a mass of gray fur and sharp claws. The cat bit his neck scruff and shook him violently, drawing blood. Panting, he screeched and flung himself away. Birchpaw looked back at the cat, surrounded by familiar smells. His tail tip dragged in the dirt as he walked over to her. She exhaled with relief when she saw that it was only Birchpaw.
"Blue! Why did you follow me? What was that for?" He yowled, frustrated.
"Quiet! Oak doesn't know I left." She whispered. "But I want to go with you. I can see, you'll need help to explain your story. I can be persuasive. But you must teach me of your customs if we are to survive." Birchpaw stared back at her. "You... can come I guess," He stuttered. "I..I could use an extra set of paws."
"I didn't ask a question." She joked.

Birchpaw had taught Blue everything she would need to know, and they rehearsed the plan. Now, if Blue would decide where she would say she came from...
"Hey! I smell Birchpaw!" A voice yowled. "He's coming! Some cat is with him!"
"Its probably Mossdream, fish - Brain." Another said.
"No, certainly I don't smell her at all." The first voice replied. But he knew these cats - Foxpaw and Orangeleap! However, there would be a third cat. He had to figure out-
"Its a rouge!" Rosepaw exclaimed. "Let's get it!" This just got difficult.
Birchpaw and Blue burst out from behind the bushes. "Its me! Don't harm the rouge!" He meowed.
"It is you!" Foxpaw leapt into the air. Orangepatch purred.
"She's been waiting for you." He informed Birchpaw. "Who is the stranger?"
Blue stepped forward. "I am Bluefeather of TunderClan." Birchpaw cringed. Blue tried again,
"Of ThunderClan. I have come because Birchpaw here has lost a friend, as you all have." She paused and filled her voice with sadness. "Mossdream is dead!" Foxpaw let out a wail. "And she sends me, as I found her dead by rogues paws! Me and Birchpaw fought them off, and they ran like cowards. We buried the body. I would like to join your clan, as mine has already rejected me because of this." Rosepaw snorted.
"You sure don't smell like ThunderClan."
"I had to roll in rouge scent to cover my tracks, as did Birchpaw."
Orangepatch sighed. "Mossdream... dead?" He hung his head low. "Well then, Troutstar should hear of this."
Foxpaw and Rosepaw flanked Blue back as they made their way to the camp, all silent and solemn.
"Troutstar!" Orangepatch cried. "Mossdream is dead! Birchpaw is back with a new cat!" Troutstar rushed out of his den, as did Ivyfoot.
"Tell me, Birchpaw, what happened?" Birchpaw again confidently told his tale, with Blue finally filling in the gaps in his knowledge with her story.
Troutstar called for Ivyfoot to retrieve Sunpaw. "I believe you, Bluefeather. But that is not enough. You can join this clan, but you must be loyal. Until you earn our trust, you will be escorted by Orangepatch and Rosepaw where ever you go. Now, I must formally invite you. May all cats old enough to swim gather beneath the ledge!" He yowled. Troutstar made his way to the top of the ledge.
"This will be fun." Blue murmured dryly.
As the assembled cats stared at Blue and made their comments, Birchpaw spotted Sootkit, huddled by his mother, Snaketongue. She licked his head anxiously and shot a nervous glance towards Blue.
"We gather today to welcome Bluefeather to our clan. I will tell you not of her story, but that Mossdream is dead. Her body was not found, but we shall do a ceremony tonight.We can only imagine how, but-"
Rosepaw snarled. "I know how. I think Mossdream was killed by Bluefeather!" With that, the meeting erupted into Chaos, and Rosepaw flung herself at Bluefeather, aiming for her throat.