"You have to go on this journey," mewed a dark gray tom. "I'm sorry... Stoneteller has warned me." A tortiseshell she-cat dipped her head. "Very well, Gray Wing," she replied. "But... I want to bring my kits." She looked down at the bundles of fur, running around the hollow. "Fine," Gray Wing sighed. "But make sure they aren't hurt." "They won't be," the she-cat promised. "Oh, Turtle Tail!" Gray Wing nuzzled his mate. "I promise, I won't die." She smiled. "And neither will these kits."