A/N just so you know, I'm not purposely updating slowly.

An entire day had passed before Bluestar, Sandstorm, and Graystripe came across the Dragon City, Warfang. They had been traveling day and night in search of Fireheart and Tigerclaw, and now that they had come to the great doors of Warfang, they didn't know what to think.

Bluestar gathered her courage and hammered her fist on one door three times. She hoped that Fireheart would be inside somewhere, and that Tigerclaw wasn't far away.

The doors opened, and Bluestar looked in awe at what was behind them. Quickly she saw a small creature standing in front of her, and it took her a moment to realize that she recognized this creature. It was a mole.

"Who are you?" it asked her. She could tell that the mole was male from the way it spoke.

"My name is Bluestar, and these are Sandstorm and Graystripe," she gestured to each of them in turn.

"State your business," the mole told her.

"We're looking for our friends, Fireheart and Tigerclaw," Bluestar replied.

"I've never heard those names before. They are not inside this city," said the mole.

He began to close the doors, but Bluestar cried out, "Wait!" before they were shut.

The mole paused, and then said, "Yes?"

"May I please speak to your leader?"

The mole sighed, but soon said, "Alright come on," and he opened the doors again.

After the three were inside, the mole shut the doors and walked to the front of the group.

"I am going to take you straight to the temple, where the Guardians are, and no-where else, dragon," the mole didn't seem to want to call her by name. But Bluestar nodded. The only question that ran through her mind was: Dragon?

Bluestar was thinking about this just about the whole way to the temple. When they were almost there, she remembered that the mole had clearly implied that the city was ruled by more than one person. She had never been somewhere ruled by more than one person, but she was eager to meet these 'Guardians.'

When at last they reached the temple, it appeared that they were on the other side of the city, but they were not tired.

"This is the temple. Inside you will meet the three Guardians: Volteer, Cyril, and Terrador. Treat them with respect," instructed the mole just before he bowed and walked away.

Bluestar took a deep breath and she knocked on one of the doors. A deep voice answered her, "Come in," so she opened them.

She took in her surroundings when she walked inside. She instinctively walked toward a hallway that was flooded with light. Once Bluestar reached the end of the hallway, she found herself in a room shaped like a dome. She also saw three figures with the same basic shape as herself. One was an earthy green and brown, another icy blue and purple, and the other was yellow and dark blue.

Bluestar searched for words but was beat to the task. "Hello," said the green one. Clearly he was the one who had invited her inside, she could tell by the gruffness in his voice, although he was trying to be soft. "Who are you?" he asked her.

"My name is Bluestar, and these are Sandstorm and Graystripe," Bluestar introduced them the same way she had to the mole.

"I have never heard names like yours before," the yellow one said, before the green one could say another word.

"I didn't really expect you to," Bluestar replied.

"Speaking of names, I'm Volteer," the yellow one told her.

"And I'm Terrador," said the green one, casting a sideward glance at Volteer.

"And I'm Cyril," said the blue one.

Bluestar had already guessed that these three were the guardians that the mole told her about, but she had to be sure that she was correct before calling them by name.

"So.. What are you doing here? Clearly you're far from home?" inquired Terrador.

"You wouldn't believe how far. We're looking for our friends and wondered if you might help us find them. It is very important that we do," Bluestar informed him.

"Shall we search the city first?" Cyril asked.

"Of course," Bluestar replied.