The group had traveled with great success across the road, and to the barn. It was old, and almost appeared to be abandoned. Like the twolegs that owned it seemed to want nothing to do with it. Mink had kept a great distance away from Beast, not wanting to talk to the tom that had killed her brother. She would remain silent, soon dropping her kits on the wooden flooring. Gorse would soon scamper off, pausing to drag her brother along.

"Rook's kits." Soon, the savage cat would stand beside her. "You must be glad none of them resemble the father, even the black one stands out as his own soul."

She would grunt, shooting him a glare and following after her kits. However, soon departing to sit down next to Lion. Mink would begin to groom her gray fur, swiping her tongue over her paws and making sure to pluck out the stones and other debris in her pads. "Do you trust him?" Lion would finally say, the loyal she-cat would begin to groom herself as well, after she had fixed her matted coat she would pipe up. "No, I don't. He killed my brother." She would say bitterly, watching the tom converse with Skinner. Making sure he stayed far away from her kits.

Had this so called StarClan brought him to the group? Or was he a spy, for Rook to figure out how to take his kits back. Or was he telling the truth, and came to start a new life? Her head was spinning. She should of been focusing on her duty to the spirit cats. What if it doesn't come to me? What if I fail? Soon enough, Minnow would drag her into reality as she would stare at the silver cat. She appeared to be giving out orders, for hunting in the barn. Heather would dip his head, dragging the Beast along.

"Then I don't trust him, either." At Lion's friendly gesture, Mink would smile. Her eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you, Lion."

The kits were playing in the hay, jumping in and out and fighting as they would scramble to the top of the wire hay. The dead grass was comfortable, and she was glad it was. The moss in the cave was becoming rough, and smelly. "Gorse!" The mother would scold, a frown forming on her face. "You do not make dirt on the bedding." Gorse would flatten her ears in embarrassment, soon going into hiding and tearing through the hay to hide. "Thunder, make sure your sister behaves." And with that, the tom would reply. "Okay momma!" And he was gone, following his sister.

The two reappeared after the scolding, and were chasing and pouncing on each other once more. "I'm Thunder! The big bad warrior!" He would screech, pinning his small sister down and sticking his tongue out. "I killed you!" Gorse would frown, shaking her head. "No! You cheated Thunder. I don't want to play with you anymore." She would say, shaking her head as she kicked her sibling off with minor complication. Snowy would hiss as he would say something about trying to sleep, squinting at Mink she would flatten her ears. "Come here children," Mink would say as she would pat the hay beside her. "Once Heather returns with prey, we will get ready for bed."

Her kits would sulk towards her, tails almost between their legs. "Do we really have to go to bed, momma?" Gorse would ask, placing herself next to Mink's belly the she-cat would place her tail on her two kits. "Yes dear, do you wish to grow strong and swift as the wind?" She would murmur, beginning to groom them as she would await Heather and the Beast to bring back a meal to eat for all of them. "I want to be as strong as thunder, momma." Thunder would chirp up the obvious, his fur bristling.

"Then you must rest little lighting bolt," Mink would joke as she would pull her kits closer to the sound of paws. The sun was setting, preparing to take a well deserved rest. There was Heather, with a hare in his jaw and some mice on his back. Beast would stalk behind him, with a few mice in his crooked jaw as well. Heather would approach Mink with the hare, pushing it forward with a smile. "Beast caught it for you, but since his jaw is sorta... I offered to carry it."

Mink would give him an uneasy smile, but nod her head. "Thank you." She would soon begin to eat, sharing with her kits. However, she would have to chew for them when they began to complain that they were tired of chewing. Oh, how I miss nursing them. The mother would almost weep gently at her self-pity. Soon enough, the hare was defeated by the trio and Mink would have to settle her energetic kits into the hay. "But we're not tired!" They would both say, Mink would frown. However she would let a chuckle escape her. "Let me tell a story, perhaps."

The kits would soon stare up at her with wide eyes, their tails lashing with excitement. Thunder was the first to ask. "What kind of story momma? Please tell us!" Gorse would nod her head eagerly, waiting for her mother to start telling the tale. "You two must be quiet, the others are trying to sleep." Clearing her throat, she would begin.

"Once lived four groups of cats, they were known as Clans. And they once lived here in these woods; before they became a twoleg place." Mink would pause, entirely going off of what Bluestar had told her about. Although, she would trust her and carry on. "They were different groups, and had many different ways of life that made them seperate Clans."

"There was a Clan that was the masters of running, and the example of agility. And one that was strong, and courageous like thunder. A Clan of the finest swimmers, and a charming diet of fish... and the final Clan." Mink would pause, her kits were beginning to grow weary. Nuzzling into her fur she would offer a smile. Soon watching them fall asleep, she would join her kits in her slumber.

It was different. She would awaken to no scent of Bluestar, or Yellowfang. Mink was sure this wasn't suppose to be happening, they had said that the final message would be the one back in the cave. She would pad up a head, her gaze studying a beautiful lake. However, when she tried to get closer it seemed to get farther and farther away. She would soon turn the other way, seeing the same ginger tom with a coat of fire.

"Who are you?" Would escape her, staring at his green gaze with curiosity. "I am Firestar." He would greet himself with a dip of his head, his ginger coat almost seemed to be... glowing, like a flame was inside him. Maybe that was why his name involved the dangerous element. His coat would glitter like a thousand stars, and his posture was well-kept like a regal lion. "I saw you, when I was walking with Bluestar and Yellowfang." He would nod his head, "And I saw you."

"What am I doing here? They told me I wouldn't be able to talk to them for quite sometime."

"I wanted to tell you about the Clans, Bluestar has always been one to let cats figure out their destiny." He would smile, revealing his teeth as white as snow. He would take a step forward, offering her for a walk. She would accept, and follow by him side-by-side. Down towards the lake she was unable to visit. They would approach a moor, and they would explore until they came to some burrows in the ground. "This was once WindClan," Firestar would say as he pointed to the dens. "A Clan of the moors, led by the leader Onestar. They were agile, fast and determined to be the loyalist of Clan cats." He would soon take his leave, guiding her towards a creek and crossing it. "RiverClan, a famous Clan for its swimming abilities and fishing. They were always a bit too greedy, but loving cats and with graceful personalities."

"What does this have to do with me?" Mink would ask, being led into a pine forest that almost lurked in the shadows. She would stare up above her, there was a breeze. None she had never felt in StarClan. It made her wary. "You will see in time, Bluestar has chosen well." Firestar would offer her a reassuring smile, his tail flicking. "ShadowClan, cats that had mastered stealth and the way of ambushing and manipulation. They were once a strong, well led Clan. However, Rowanstar and Crowstar led it to its demise. Until Tawnystar came into command."

Mink would nod her head, letting the tom carry her elsewhere. The forest would become brighter, and more happier. Firestar would led them into a gorge, well-protected and reeked of home. "And ThunderClan." He would smile, "I once led this Clan. I was respected by my Clan, and glad I could lead. ThunderClan was a brave, vigilant Clan that respected the code. We were the most accepting Clan in the forest. However, Bramblestar's reign was short-lived. Squirrelstar soon rose into power with Ivystar by her side."

Still confused, she would blink. "I'm glad you told me the names but I still don't understand..." Firestar would chuckle, and leap onto a rock and stare down at her. "First you have leaders, me, for example. A cat who leads the Clan, and their successor is the deputy. The backbone of the Clan are warriors, they listen to the leader and deputy and feed the kits, queens and elders. Apprentices are cats above six who are training to become warriors under a teacher, or mentor. Queens? You know what queens do. And finally, medicine cat."

He would speak more clearly, shaking his head. "They are responsible for the well-fare of the Clan. Healing them, and providing the leader guidance. After Leafpool's passing, Jayflight took Briarlight as his apprentice. So, they train one single kit to become the next healer." After that, her voiced seemed to vanish. The world of the lake would become hazy.

"Wake up, Mink!" Came a paw at her side, the she-cat felt a bit bitter. This StarClan liked to lie, didn't they? Could she trust Bluestar and Yellowfang? She felt sick thinking about it. However, she couldn't recall the rest of the dream. Only those four names, not what they did. Only the leaders, ranks and names of those Clans. She would finally open her eyes, revealing Snowy. "It's time we start going," Snowy would reply, Mink would nudge her kits to their paws and hear them groan out a complaint, she wouldn't say much. The she-cat would follow after the white tom, she would spot Dancer the cat with folded ears, and a smooshed face. She was also a bit hefty, but with a vast knowledge of herbs. "Beast or whatever he calls himself, his jaw cannot be healed." She would say. Her sides shifting as she spoke with Minnow and Heather. "Permanent damage?" Lion would pipe in, Mink would guide her kits towards her and placed herself next to the large she-cat. "We shouldn't be dwelling on this, the more we stay here the more we lose day light." Minnow would say, gesturing with her tail for the band of cats to follow her. River and Forest at her side.

Along the way, they would stick close to the road. Her kits trying to scamper off, but whenever a monster roared by they scattered back to her and Lion's side. Skinner would complain multiple times his paws hurt, and that they should of just stayed back at the barn. "There were enough mice there to feed us for seasons," Skinner would argue as he walked beside Beast. Keeping his gaze on him. "We'd run out of room, you should know that Skinner." Charles would reply swiftly, growing bored of listening to them. Mink would keep to herself and her kits, until they came to a stop.

River would raise her tail for them to stop. "Here," Forest would say. There was a crossing, and Mink knew the siblings intended to cross. Her ears would perk as River would soon run across, no monsters had crossed and she would make it to the other side. Her tail still high in the air, she would blink. Soon, Forest would call for Mink. "Can you carry both of your kits?" He would ask, unsure if he was concerned or just wanted her to cross second to make time.

"Yes, I can."

He would nod his head, soon commanding out the others with Minnow. "I will go last," Minnow would say. "Forest and Snowy will go after Mink, and after them Beast and Lion will go. Charles, Dancer and Skinner will be after those two groups." They would nod their heads, and Mink would pick up her two kits by the scruff. "Are you gonna be fast, momma?" Thunder would ask, squirming. She was sure these kits were near six moons, although they still felt light. Maybe they needed to eat more. "Your mother will be very fast," Lion would say with a purr, Gorse would smile. "Yay! Go fast, momma!"

A monster would pass, and soon she was off. Her limbs hadn't felt the wind, or the rush in many moons. Being trapped in a cave, nursing kits was incredibly boring. However, her ears would prick at the sound of a roaring monster. She would pick up the pace, her heart thumping as she would barely cross by a mouse-length, she would tumble onto the grass, her kits falling out of her jaw and onto the grass with a screech. She would quickly pick herself up, already seeing River helping Thunder up. "Thank you..." Mink would pant as the gray cat had helped her two kits up. "Thank you, River!" Both kits would pipe up, staring off as Forest and Snowy would cross with ease.

Mink's heart would leap as Lion would come across, thanking the strange StarClan for bringing her dearest friend to her.

After the cats had crossed, Minnow and the siblings would lead them towards some treeline. It felt nice to be in the forest, her paws in the thick grass and her kits seemed to be enjoying it well as they walked. She would smile, nudging them forward. "Look around, but be sure to watch where you're going. And don't go too far!" She would purr, watching them scamper off to play with a log. Forest led them to a rock curved inwards, which would be shelter for the night. She would watch her kits play in the distance, soon hearing a voice.

"Want to collect some moss, Mink? Forest, Charles and Lion are out hunting." It was Dancer, she would rise to her paws and nod her head. "Sure, but..." Pausing, the mother would raise her voice. "Thunder! Gorse! Come here!" The kits would pad over towards her, almost sadly. Soon, her daughter would look up at her. "Yes, momma?" She would ask, her ears perking. "Stay here with Lion and the others. I'll know if you try to leave the den." Before her kits would try and protest, she would quickly pipe in. "I'll tell you another story and give you a gift if you stay." Soon Thunder and Gorse would run off to hide in Lion's beautiful mane. She would smile, and follow after Dancer.

"I'm sorry about that," Mink would say and follow the black she-cat curiously. Her folded ears would perk, and she would sigh. "It's quite fine! I just don't want to collect moss alone in a strange forest." They would both exchange a chuckle, nodding her head Mink would ask. "Do you think the lake is real?" Dancer would respond after she had spotted a tree, padding over and ripping some moss out with delicate claws and picking it up. "I trust River and Forest, although if we will still stay together as a group..."

Mink would reassure her as she was handed moss, with a warm smile. "It'll be fine." She knew it probably wouldn't be, with dead cats visiting her dreams she was sure wherever this lake was would create chaos. "The father of your kits," Dancer would say. Mink would ruffle her fur in discomfort, whiskers twitching as the she-cat would begin. "I am glad he is far away from you." She would simply leave the conversation at that, returning back to the others.