River walked over the plain, accompanied by the cats who had joined him at Fourtrees the previous night. It seemed like a good place to stay- a river to keep the other Clans away, prey in the brush and fish in the river. They just needed a camp. "Hey, I think I've found something!" called a young tom from near the river's edge. "You've got to see this, River!" The silver tom rushed to the other cat's side. A stream glittered at his paws, and beyond it reeds whispered in the wind. "An island," he murmured under his breath. "What's your name, by the way?" he asked. "Ripple," said the younger cat.