Night looked behind her. Her sister, Day was helping Bounce over a fallen log. Rain and Snow were padding beside Blossom, helping the tired kit.

They were all kits, except for Brook and Stormfur, who were far behind, with the younger kits, Stripe, Apple, Flood, and Blizzard.

Sighing, Night turned her head back to the front. She was losing hope that they would ever find the Clans. Before he died, her father, Ravenpaw, had told her to find the Clans. He had said that they would take the the ten kits in. Unfortunately, they had not found the Clans yet, and it had been two moons since they had left.

We'll never find them.

There was a tense silence in the air, as if the rest of the group had caught on to Night's thoughts.

We'll spend forever just walking, until the day we die.

Night glanced behind her, to see the others no longer talking or clustering in little groups.

It's all my fault. I should have never brought them this far. We could have gone to Twolegplace. Found some other cat willing to help us. It's all my fault.

She and Day were the oldest kits. The others looked up to them. Admired them. Trusted them. But Day had never wanted to be a leader. When push came to shove, Day would take charge, especially if Night wasn't there. But, normally? All the responsibility fell onto Night's shoulders. She had to make all the decisions. If something went wrong, it was her fault. She couldn't help it. None of them could. It was natural. The younger followed the older. That was just how it worked. But these days, it seemed that even Stormfur and Brook looked up to her. But that wasn't the way it was supposed to work. Night sometimes wanted to give her position to them. But even if she could, Night would not do such a thing. It was her burden to carry, not theirs.

Suddenly, she heard someone ahead of them. Flicking her tail to signal to the others, she climbed up a nearby tree. They did the same.

Two cats walked below them.

"I'm telling you, I heard someone here," the gray tabby said.

"Maybe you are right after all. It smells like someone passed by here not too long ago," the other cat, an orange she-cat.

Flicking her tail down, Night signaled to the others. They all jumped down, three to one.

She leaped onto the gray tom and with the help of Day and Blossom, pinned him down. She unfurled her claws and held them at his throat.

His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Ravenpaw?"he blurted out.

Author's Note

Can anyone guess who these two cats are?
I'll give you a hint, it is two clan cats that have been here since the very beginning.