True to Hera's words, the Twolegs opened the main opening (which he learned was a door) and let them outside. Then the Twoleg went back inside the house. Hera and Wolfsoul padded over to a huge oak tree and climbed up to a great height. They were high enough to see over almost all of Twolegplace.
"Wow, this is a great view." He murmured.
"Yes and this breeze feels nice." Hera mewed.
"Yeah." Wolfsoul agreed.
"Could you tell me more about those clans?" She asked.
"Sure." Wolfsoul meowed. "There's four different clans; Stealthclan, which is my clan, Heartclan, Littleclan, and Pondclan. Kits aren't apprenticed until they're six moons old, but when they're old enough they are given a mentor. After that they train every day until they become a warrior. If they wanted to, they could be a medicine cat apprentice and then a medicine cat of the clan. Every half moon the medicine cats go to the Moonpool, where they share tongues with our ancestors, Starclan. Every full moon, all the cats old enough go to the Gathering on an island in the lake."
"How do you tell who's a kit or apprentice?" The ginger she-cat asked.
"They have kit or paw at the end of their name." He responded. "I'm a warrior. I haven't been one long."
"What happened for you to get here?" She asked.
"Twolegs came and they set our forest on fire. Then they lured us out. Everyone got out, but the Twolegs, they put a trap in front of the exit before I could get out. They trapped me and took me to a place where more Twolegs gave this she-Twoleg green stuff." His heart hurt at the memory of being caught.
"The place was an animal-shelter." Hera explained. "Dogs and cats that are found in the wild or not wanted by their house folk go there. And that green stuff was money."
Wolfsoul nodded, showing his understanding. "I've learned so much already, just by being caught."
"And so have I." Hera murmured in his ear.
Wolfsoul looked up at the night sky and the stars. "I wonder if Starclan is watching me now."
"Of course they are, Wolfsoul." The ginger she-cat comforted him. "Maybe it was part of your destiny to be caught and end up here."
He looked at her after she said the last part. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes, Wolfsoul, I do." She nodded. "Maybe we were meant to meet each other."
He looked back over the city, nodding. Her idea sounded farfetched, but he believed it. Maybe they were meant to meet each other.
"So," He broke the silence. "Which way did you think the clans were?"
Before she could answer a star started falling from the sky. It fell towards the area right in front of them, across the city. Wolfpaw gasped.
"What is it?" Hera asked, concerned.
"Starclan is under attack by the Dark Forest, I forgot." Wolfsoul meowed, worriedly. "The star is showing me the way and that another Starclan warrior had fallen."
He scrambled over to the tree trunk and slid down the tree. Hera followed him.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Home." He meowed firmly.
"You can't go now, it's too dark out." Hera told him.
"Hera," Wolfsoul meowed sadly. "I have to. Stealthclan needs me." He turned and looked in the direction the star had fallen. "I know the path."
"You don't know the way through the city." She reminded him. "There are all kinds of bad things out there."
"I can face them then." Wolfsoul mused. "That's why I am a warrior, after all."
"You won't be able to face half of those things alone." Hera meowed desperately.
"Then I'll die trying." Wolfsoul almost growled. He softened his voice. "Hera, look, I'm going with or without any other cats. I have to get home. I have to save them all when the time comes."
He turned away from her again and raced up to the Thunderpath. After waiting for a couple of monsters to pass, he raced across. He looked back at Hera sadly. The she-cat was standing there looking after him with her tail and head drooping.
Wolfsoul narrowed his eyes and turned back in the direction he was going, towards home.
