Whiskers, Boots, Fluffers and Bailey had traveled so far for so long. they had tracked the scent of many many cats they never smelled them before but it was so achingly familiar that the young siblings had to leave their house cat home to follow it. they had caught little food but hunting had always come naturally to them and finally they caught up with the cats. And now they were in a clearing and three cats were surrounding them a white tom, a brown and white she cat and a tiny white she cat. "So what's your names?" the tiny white tom asked "your lucky your mentor isn't here Whitepaw, talking to prisoners, but I'll let that slip." The white tom said teasingly. "Well my house folks called us Whiskers, Boots, Fluffers and Bailey. What are you're names?" answered Whiskers "Well..." said the big tom "it's the least we could do look at her she's starved if we can't feed her we should tell her our names." Said the older she cat. "my names princess but I'm getting my warrior name soon." Said the she cat proudly "my names Cloudtail, and mom you shouldn't speak before the warriors." Cloudtail said. "My names Whitepaw I'm Cloudtail's son." Said the little tom proudly. Just then a crowd of cats came in through a gap in the bushes "what's this?" said a big orange tom "these cats were stalking about the forest following our scent trail." said the young Cloudtail. the big orange tom said. "my name is Firestar leader of ForestClan. greetings I ask if you would like to stay here as apprentices you all look fit not the soft kittypets we're used to." "Firestar we gratefully accept your offer." Whiskers answered for all of them.