The cats who ended up going were Ember that falls from Flame, Eagle who soars in Sky, Cliff which looms over Valley, and Firepaw.
They were supposed to claim themselves to FireClan as "strays" who had come from the forest.
Ember, Eagle, and Cliff washed the mud out of their fur with a stream nearby.
They were all guided to the MoonStream, another sacred marker in the valley which was used to communicate with The Tribe of the Endless Hunting.
It was a silvery stream at the bottom of the mountain.
Firepaw mewed farewell to the patrol who had escorted them and Cliff, who was an elderly
Pre y-Catcher, led them to the valley below. They were in the dark, deep, black woods below the mountain and waterfall when they saw a faint, red light up ahead.
"Look!" Firepaw said.
Eagle flattened his ears, " That is FireClan stench." He spat.
Ember said, her voice quivering in shock and fear, "It looks like human rubbish..."
Indeed, there were bones littered all over the dirt ground and the faint light was actually a large fire, licking up the stars, it reached so high.
Faint cat silhouettes appeared from the flames and cats were everywhere, crowding around them.
One stood out. His muscles were like another that Firepaw remembered...Hawkfrost! The RiverClan warrior had a strange resemblance to Brambleclaw and she had just found out that they were brothers.
But this cat was strange...it looked like Tigerstar.
Its pelt was pale brown and it had white paws. He was the size of a large two-leg. He had blue eyes, though.
The tom made his appearance. Flickers of flames and sparks shot up behind him and the fire was exploding, but only until the tom passed it. He had some sort of magical connection. Firepaw shivered,
The tom looked up at the cats, "What brings you here?"
Cliff stepped forward, "We are forest cats, coming from the woods miles and miles and miles away from here. We have come to take shelter and possibly stay here for a while."
The tom, who was apparently the leader of FireClan, thought for a minute and then he gave a low rumbling and Firepaw suddenly knew that he was laughing at them.
"I heard that there were forest cats in the valley, but I expected them to be a lot bigger than you!"
Some of the cats around him smirked.
Firepaw couldn't stand it. This cat was mocking them. She wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
"You expect too much. You need to get your eyes out of this place and see for yourself."
A dreadful silence followed.
The cat stepped forward, "Oh, a little sarcastic kit...She's feisty. I like that. Oh, and I am Largeclaw...Sharptooth's son."