Silence loomed in the forest, shadows creeping along the ground as figures moved. The moon shown brightly down on the forest below, outlining the figures as they moved. One turned to the other, "Shelter can be found nowhere.. but there is a Twoleg Place up ahead.." they meowed to the other. They nodded, staring at them.
"Then that.. is where we all must part I presume. The end of what we were.." The first who spoke shook their head.
"No, there will never be an end. We can tell stories to our kits, and maybe one day, they will start again what we have lost." The other appeared thoughtful at this. They soon nodded.
"If you say so Eelwhisker. I do hope you are right." They said. Eelwhisker nodded, their eyes bright.
"If we continue on our stories for generations, it will surely happen. I know so." The Tom nodded, "I believe you. I will give the others the news."

After some time, they reached the Twoleg Place. Eelwhisker leaped onto a crate, staring carefully down at the large group. "This is where we all part, in a way. You have a choice here. You can either become a kittypet, a loner, or a rogue." The rest of the group was silent, waiting for them to speak.
They stared at the group, "If you want to be a loner, stand by the edge of the trees, a kittypet, stand below the fence, and a rogue, stand under crates." They meowed calmly, before jumping off the crate and standing below the crate.
Eelwhisker and the other watched as everyone moved to their groups, and they nodded. "We are finished. Go find your homes now, and may EverClan watch and light your path." He meowed, before flicking his tail in dismissal. They scanned over the crowd, eyes hiding their emotions. Everyone had chosen, and they let out a short sigh, before standing one final time and saying "Farewell and always remember to tell your kits our story," before turning and going to find their own home.