“H-hi?” Mossheart called out. The cats stopped chattering and looked over. The light brown she-cat with glowing amber eyes blinked and then turned to a small tom, who’s muzzle had a few specks of gray. “Who’s that, Troutstar?” She asked. He flicked his ear. “I dunno.” Troutstar stood up. “But he’s on our territory.” “No! Please, I need help!” Mossheart wailed. He raised an eyebrow. “With what?” “I was kidnapped and I need help getting back to Crystalclan!” “How do we know you’re not faking?” “Why would I fake it?!” “Why would I know?” “Troutstar. Calm down!” Hissed Larknest. The brown tom huffed and sat down. “We'll help you!” She bursted into a purr. “I can’t remember where they are.” Troutstar meowed. “I do…” Larknest mewed, “Scatterbrain.” “It’s just been a bit ok?”

“I know, but that used to be our home.” Mossheart twitched, "What?” Troutstar nodded. “We lived in Beachclan.” “Wait really?!” He nodded. “That's so cool!” “I believe we left a little bit before the storm, because Mangledscar found the houses to live in instead of the beach.” “Couldn’t the cats choose if they wanted to live in the houses or beaches?” Larknest bitterly shook her head, “We were outvoted." “And the Clan must stick together.” “So we made our own. Got kittypets and loners to join us. Had kits…” Larknest nuzzled Troutstar. “They should be around here somewhere…” “I'm right here,” A very pretty, but small, brown she cat walked in. Troutstar turned and purred. The cat nuzzled him, “Who’s this?” “I don’t know. He hasn’t told us his name.” “Oh! I'm Mossheart! A Crystalclan Medicine Cat” And Emeraldspeck’s son, he wanted to blurt out, but held his tongue. “Nice to meet you Mossheart.” Troutstar said, sitting down.

“Thank you…” Mossheart looked around, “Whoa… This is a goldmine of yarrow and borage here…” “We’ve been stalking up.” “And a lot grows in the camp. I started a farm.” The brown she-cat smiled. A dark gray tom with blue eyes walked over. “Even when she could be hunting.” He teased, nudging the she-cat with his shoulder. “Ash! Stop it!” Mewed the she-cat. “What? I can’t tease my sister anymore?” “Because, Blossom dosen’t like it.” Larknest retorted. Ash rolled his eyes. “I just wanted to have some fun.” “It’s annoying though!” Blossom battered his side. “Everything’s annoying to you.” “Yeah! I know!” “You two stop it now,” Larknest batted both of their heads. Ash hissed and padded back towards a small den. Larknest followed, leaving Blossom and Troutstar with Mossheart. “Shall I show you around?” Troutstar asked. “Yes please.” He nodded. “As you say, our herb farm is over here.” “We all tend to it.” Blossom said. Mossheart tilted his head, “Who’s the medicine cat?”

Blossom snickered, “No one is! We all know medicine! It’s much easier than piling all the sick cats onto one.” Troutstar nodded. “More cats to help.” “But… Training everyone must be hard.” Mossheart retorted, feeling a bit offended, in his opinion. “They start learning when they open their eyes.” “How many of you are there?” Troutstar sat down and began to think, tapping his tail on the ground. “Maybe around ten.” “May I meet them?” “Sure.” The brown tom led them back to the small camp. Mossheart followed and flinched as cats cocked their heads to glance at the stranger. A black, chubby cat called out to Troutstar. “What are you doing?” “This is Mossheart. He wanted to meet every cat.” “Oh, well,” The tom turned to them more directly, “I’m Chomper.” “Is he a Warrior?” Mossheart asked Troutstar. “He’s a Kittypet that most of the time stays here.” “You can’t be both…” Mossheart blinked. “Yes you can!” Chomper smirked, “I am. I’m also expecting kits!” “You’re a tom.”

A big gray and white tom was grooming himself nearby. “He means a she-cat is expecting his kits. Or so he says.” “Shut it. I am! She just doesn't go around here! She’s a Queen with high expectations.” The tom raised an eyebrow. “Whatever. I’m going to go talk with Dusk.” He got up and padded over to a fluffy black she-cat. Dusk heaved out a sigh. “Who was that?” Mossheart whispered, pointing to the tom. “Smoke. He lives on a farm-ish place. He told us that, if he has a family, he’s going to call where he lives ‘Fenceclan.’” “There are more Clans?” “No. That’s just what he would call it.” “Ah.” Mossheart frowned, “Is everyone here your kin or Kittypet?... Do you happen to have a cat named Heartclaw around?” “Not my kin but yes, Kittypets, and isn’t that a Crystalclan Apprentice…?” “A Warrior,” he shuffled his paws, “A Deputy actually. My father who’s missing.” “Hmm. Well, no, we haven’t heard anyone by that name.”

“Bummer.” Mossheart flopped down, “What’s more bummer that there's an evil Rogueclan…” He jerked his head. “Rogueclan?” “Yup… Heard of it?” Ash poked his head out of a den. “You guys added a new Clan? Named after Rogues?” “No! They forced themselves!” He cried, “They took a lot of the ACTUAL Clan cats prisoners!” Troutstar jumped up. “Really!?” “Yes! They have a Deputy, two Warriors, and one Medicine Cat, which is my mother!” He blinked. “Your mother?” Mossheart blinked back, “I’ll explain later.” “Anyway, we need some cats to go hunting. Smoke, Dusk, Ash, Blossom, and Chomper. Me, Lakenest, and Mossheart will collect sap. The rest of you, stay here.” “Sap?” Mossheart spluttered. “Ever heard of Maple trees, eh?” “Nope. Never…” “Well,” He started, as he started to walk to a cluster of trees with fire-colored leaves. “They’re trees that hold sap in them.” “But… What’s sap?” “It’s kind of like honey but… More sticky and sometimes not as good.” “Then why harvest it? Is it a medicine?”

“No. But we enjoy it and it gives us something to do.” “Huh. Odd.”

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