After Sunfern and Anastasia were properly revived, Althea went in search of Marco. Marco, being the little bugger he is, was probably trying to steal treats from the kitchen at the time of the explosion.
"Now to find where the kitchen was..." She mumbled to herself. She soon stumbled upon a large kitchen chest, probably filled with apples or onions, and opened it. To her suprise, out of the apples and onions popped Marco.
"Sister!" He yelled a little too loudly, "See, I told you onions absorb shocks!"Althea chuckled.
"Yep, you did. Time to find everyone else." After about an hour of digging thought the bitter snow and rubble, everymouse was accounted for.
"We must meet with the other clans!" Presperone, leader of Oak Root shouted. So the mice walked to the edge of the forest, a sacred meeting place. Of course when they got there, Enyo of Red Branch was already yelling at Mira of Blue Feather, who was sitting on the ground meditating. This was going to be a complicated meeting.
"Stop meditating!" Enyo growled, "The longer you stand there trying to channel the "Spirit Realm" the faster everyone's toes are going to freeze off!"
Mira opened one vibrant blue eye, then closed it again, this time humming to herself. Enyo stomped around, intill noticing the whole of Oak Root was staring at her.
"This is a problem!" Shouted Enyo," We need to fight back against these boars, and we can do it!" A few cheers of support rose from the crowds of Red Branch, mainly from Rion, Rosika, Kiara, and Tigris, who were standing at the front of the crowd.
"Nothings going to get done if we all keep squabbling." Preseperone said as she motioned the other leaders over. The leaders talked in hushed whispers, intill instructing the mice to scavenge what they could from the rubble and set up a camp. After a meal of roast onion (They found the most onions), Althea lay in a small shelter next to Marco. As she felt his breathing rise and fall, and as the faint moonlight shown in, she knew life would never be the same.

"I'm bored." Marco sighed, plopping his head down of the rickety wooden table.
"It's not that bad down here." Althea replied. Truth was, she was bored too. All the youngish mice were gathered in an underground shelter about 10 feet underground, so boars couldn't get them. There was nearly nothing down there, a couple mat like beds on the floor, some scavenged food storage (Those onions!), some tables, and any belongings the mice had brought down there. Anastasia ran over to Althea and Marco, Millie and Sunfern trailing close behind.
"We explored the whole place, theirs nothing here." Millie said sadly. Marco smiled slightly crazily.
"I have an idea!" He shouted a little too loudly, before Sunfern shushed him, "We climb up, move that rock door, and explore outside!"
"Isn't that dangerous?" Millie squeaked.
"How did you think I got this scar?" Marco asked, Althea laughed quietly and Marco shot her a glare. "It was from me fighting a fox." He said, "And I won."
"He fell off a store room shelf when he was trying to steal food from the kitchen and he fell on some fresh blackberry with the stems." Althea whispered back to her friends. They started up the tunnel, but then a light brown mouse spotted them.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Nothing." Marco replied quickly.
"Your leaving." He said, "I'll come with you, my names Brandon." All the mice stared at him, wondering how he figured that out that quickly.
"Ok." Althea said, "You can come with us." All six mice started to climb up the vertical tunnel in till they found the large rock that closed the shelter off from the barren forests above. With the combined strength of all six of the mice the rock was shoved aside with almost no difficultly. Marco was pushed up first, being the shortest, and soon every mouse had climbed up into the woods. The slow glittered in blinding whiteness and the trees looked burnt and dark compared to the wintry wonderland they were standing in. They ran around dashing through the snow, chasing each other, and eating the winter huckle berries that hung from the low branches.
"Got ya!" Anastasia cried as she tagged Marco, sending him skidding through the snow. He vanished behind a large tree before they heard him calling.
"Guys! Come here! Theirs something weird over here! The mice jogged over but stopped abruptly as they saw Marco sitting dangerously close to some weird... portal thing.
"We have to tell everyone else about this..." Althea whispered. Everyone silently nodded in agreement and started to run back to the shelter.
Unnoticed by them, the portal twitched, and started to slowly grow...