Prologue:
Four cats sat on the Great Rock in the center of Fourtrees, "The Clans are ready for our return Boulder, I don't understand why you object," a scarlet tom said to a large brown furred tom.
"We are better to remain here in Primum Silva," Boulder replied, "where we know how our powers behave, there's no telling what they'll do in the real forest."
"He does have a point, Ash," a grayish-white she-cat said to the scarlet tom. Ash flicked his tail in silent defeat and a small flame flew off of it landing in the grass only to be blown out by a sudden gust of wind that vanished as fast as it had appeared.
"Ash!" the fourth, a She-cat with blue-gray fur, white paws, and water-blue eyes, scolded, "You should know better than that."
"Yes, Rain," Ash said hanging his head, being youngest of the four, Ash was least experienced in controlling his powers even if they had started training at the same time; that time being seasons upon seasons ago on the very night the Clans were formed.
