Mosskit opened his eyes. Today, they would conquer the mountain that laid ahead of them. It was the only way to return home. What was past the mountain? More mountains? Meadows? Forests?

            Ginger yawned and opened her eyes. "I see you're already up," she laughed.

            Mosskit nodded. "I must be getting used to waking up at dawn now."

            Ginger nodded. Snakekit still slept in the grass. Her black tail was curled around her nose.

            "Snakekit," Mosskit said.

            She removed her tail from her nose and opened her eyes. Her bright green eyes sparkled. "Is it morning already?"

            Mosskit nodded. "We're going across the mountains today," he said.

            Snakekit groaned.

            "Snakekit, we have to complete this journey," Ginger said.

            Snakekit nodded. "Alright, I'm up," she said, rising to her feet. "Can we eat first?"

            "There's really nothing here," Ginger replied. "Once we get into these mountains, I'll see if we can find something."

            "Okay," Snakekit groaned.

            The two kits padded behind Ginger as they entered the mountains. Mosskit felt the hard rock beneath his paws. He struggled to hold onto them as he began to climb.

            "Mouse!" Snakekit gasped. Before anyone could reply, she leapt, catching the mouse between her paws. She stuck her claws in it, killing it.

            "Very good, Snakekit," Ginger said.

            "Would you like to share, Mosskit?"

            Mosskit nodded. They sat on a ledge, eating the freshly caught mouse. Mosskit smiled, his stomach not as empty as before.

            "Back to work," Ginger snapped.

            Nodding, the two followed her up the rocky hill. Mosskit gasped as some pebbles slipped beneath his feet.

            "Careful where you step," Ginger warned. "It's very rocky here."

            Mosskit nodded. Snakekit struggled too, but was better at climbing then Mosskit. She knew exactly where to place her paws. She knew which rocks were steady, and which rocks weren't steady.

            Snakekit gasped, as she suddenly lost her footing. She grabbed onto Ginger's tail. Ginger let out no sound. Snakekit gasped, hanging from Ginger's tail. Ginger turned around, accidentally whipping Snakekit into some rocks.

            Snakekit gasped, letting go of her tail. A rumbling came and Mosskit gasped as some boulders were about to come down right on Snakekit.

            "Move!" he hissed.

            Snakekit leapt to the side. Mosskit winced as the rocks tumbled down between him and Snakekit. Thick dust clouded the air, trapping Mosskit in a cloud of dirt, unable to see anything. Mosskit coughed loudly.

            "Snakekit!" he yowled.

            "I'm okay!" a faint few came from the other side.

            "She's trapped on the other side of those rocks. We'll have to find a way through," Ginger said. "Stay put, Snakekit!"

            "Will do!" Snakekit yowled, although to them it sounded like a whisper.

            Mosskit and Ginger padded around the large piles of rocks, looking for a way to squeeze through, or a way to get on top.

            "There's no way through or over," Ginger said. "We have to go around. Once we reach the top of this hill, we'll go ahead and make our way down."

            "Can you guys hurry?!" a yowl came. "I don't know how much longer I can hold on!"

            "We're going as fast as we can!" Ginger yowled. The ginger she-cat turned to Mosskit. "Climb on my back."

            Mosskit nodded, climbing onto the old she-cat's back. Mosskit winced as she raced up the rocky terrain. Mosskit clung to her back, feeling the wind and dust in his face,

            When Ginger came to a halt, Mosskit opened his eyes. They were at the top of the hill.

            "Snakekit!" Ginger yowled.

            Mosskit gasped, seeing the she-cat holding onto a rock for her dear life. The rock seemed unsteady. It would drop at any moment. Ginger let Mosskit down as she steadily went down the hill, trying to retrieve the kit.

            "Help," Snakekit whispered.

            The rock was about to flip over. He heard Snakekit whimper and then he heard a large thud. He closed his eyes, afraid to look. When he opened them, he saw Ginger carrying Snakekit by the scruff. Snakekit had a scratch down her arm, but it was nothing that Ginger couldn't cure.

            "We'll have to look around for some herbs," Ginger said. "I don't want Snakekit's wounds getting infected."

            Mosskit nodded. "What should I look for?"

            "Cobwebs."

            Mosskit nodded, beginning to look around the top of the hill. There wasn't much on top, except for rocks and trees. He looked around for the white substance, trying to find some.

            Continuing to look around the rocks, he ran into something. "Ew, cobwebs!" Mosskit screeched, clawing them off his face. Mosskit stared at the cobwebs in his paws and laughed, knowing he had found what he saw searching for. Rolling the cobwebs his face had collected into a ball, he grabbed the ball of cobwebs in his mouth.

            He padded back to the same spot Ginger was, but found her missing. "Ginger!" he yowled.

            No response came. He heard a large yowl behind him. Mosskit gasped, seeing one of the biggest cats he had ever seen. It was a huge cat, with a tan coat, black tail, and black tips of wars. It's yowl was frightening. Mosskit gasped as it unsheathed its claws, ready to strike.

            "HELP!" Mosskit gasped.

            The large cat leapt and Mosskit shut his eyes, knowing it was the end. He heard a loud noise and looked up. The cat was gone. He heard familiar footsteps behind him.

            "Ginger!" he gasped. "There was this huge cat!"

            Ginger nodded. "I know. We got rid of it. That thing is called a mountain lion, Mosskit. It's very dangerous. You're lucky that I was there to knock that rock on it. Where are the cobwebs?"

            Mosskit groaned. "They must have rolled down the hill when I was standing there. I'm sorry. I can look for more."

            Ginger shook her head.  "It's quite alright. I found a nice little shelter for the night. There are some cobwebs around there. Snakekit is resting in there right now. Come on," she said, leading him away from the open clearing.

            They came into a place with more trees, perfect for shelter. Three trees stood together, creating a barrier between the rocky terrain below and the hills up ahead. Ginger and Mosskit squeezed through the opening. Snakekit laid asleep on a pile of moss.

            A crack of thunder came from above the trees. "A storm," Ginger said.

            Mosskit shivered. "A-A storm k-killed my m-mother," he whimpered.

            "I know. It'll be alright, Mosskit," Ginger said. "Now go lay next to Snakekit."

            Mosskit nodded. It was only the middle of the day, but he was especially tired. He curled up next to Snakekit. She let out a faint mew as Mosskit brushed his pelt up against hers. Mosskit yawned, realizing how tired he was.

            He heard the rain pounding on the trees, occasionally hearing the boom of thunder. Soon, the lightning flashes, crash of thunder, and pounding of rain died out as Mosskit fell asleep.