Mosskit awoke in the middle of the afternoon. He had never slept in that late before. Snakekit and Ginger were already up, chatting with each other.

            "Why, good morning sleepy," Ginger laughed. "There's a squirrel for you over by that tree."

            "Thanks," Mosskit said, padding over towards the tree and getting the squirrel.

            It was plump, and would surely get rid of his hunger. He ate it slowly, savoring each bite. He hadn't been able to eat that mouse yesterday after the adder and the cats.

            "So when do we leave?" Mosskit asked.

            "We're going to clean you off first," Ginger said. "But we won't arrive until tomorrow morning. We'll sleep somewhere and then head off to SnowClan the next morning."

            Snakekit gulped and Mosskit wondered why. She was probably just nervous about her new home.

            "What do you mean by clean us?" Mosskit asked.

            "A grooming will do," Ginger replied. "Who wants to go first?"

            "Ladies first," Mosskit quickly said.

            Snakekit rolled her eyes. "Alright, just because you're too much of a wimp," she said, padding over to Ginger.

            "Am not!" Mosskit snapped back.

            "Alright, then go then," Snakekit said, pointing her tail towards Ginger.

            "Fine," he groaned, padding over to the old she-cat.

            "Sit down here," she said. Mosskit sat and shuddered as Ginger licked his fur to make it all neat and tidy.

            Snakekit laughed. "You should see your face right now, Mosskit."

            Mosskit rolled his eyes, feeling Ginger's tongue lick his fur into all sorts of patterns. After awhile, Ginger stopped.

            "Are you done?" he shuddered.

            Ginger laughed. "Yes. Now don't mess up your fur. Snakekit, you're next."

            Mosskit watched as Ginger groomed Snakekit's fur as well, fixing it up just as she had done with Mosskit, though she was easier since her fur was slick and smooth, not thick and furry.

            As Mosskit sat, a thought occurred him. Would he be watching something similar to this moons from now? Would he be watching Snakekit groom their kits? He assumed they would be mates. They would, wouldn't they? He had never really thought that maybe Snakekit didn't want a mate or kits...Mosskit shook his head. He was only a little older than six moons. Why think about this now?

            Soon enough, Ginger finished grooming Snakekit and they were off.

            Since it was the middle of the afternoon, almost approaching evening, they would only be going up the hill, then finding a comfortable place to rest for the night.

            Mosskit glanced around the forest. The next day at this time he would be in SnowClan, already getting comfortable in his new surroundings.

            He looked at Ginger leading the way. Where would she go? He had never really thought about it. Would she journey back? Or would she stay in SnowClan. She could be an elder maybe. Or a senior warrior. But she did mention she didn't enjoy clans...Mosskit didn't want her to leave though. He had grown a close relationship with the old tabby.

            Birds perched on branches and sang, the soft tunes of their chirps comforting Mosskit. He looked around the SnowClan forest. He had been told that FoxClan and CloudClan also shared the forest. Were they patrolling right now and watching them. He shook his head. The clans were over the hill. They weren't near any clans yet.

            Mosskit looked up at the giant hill. It was large alright. A vast meadow full of beautiful flowers layed before it.

            Mosskit took a step forward, walking into the lush meadow. Snakekit followed behind him, walking cautiously, as if she was waiting for something. But what?

            Mosskit looked forward, barely able to see Ginger. The ferns and flowers swallowed the she-cat up. He could only see a tail waving back and forth as they padded closer to the hill.

            "Aren't you excited?" Mosskit asked.

            Snakekit was looking the other direction. She turned. "Oh um yeah," she said nervously.

            "Why are you talking like that?" Mosskit asked.

            "L-like what? I'm-I'm talking regularly," Snakekit protested.

            "You're acting really nervous and cautious," Mosskit said.

            "Am not! I'm just excited for SnowClan, that's all," Snakekit said, obviously lying, still looking around.

            Mosskit just shook his head. He would figure it out soon enough. He continued following Ginger's ginger tail until they came to the base of the hill, the sun just daring to set beyond it.

            "Ready to climb?" Ginger asked.

            Mosskit nodded, thinking back to the times they had spent in the mountains. The times when he had thought Snakekit was dead and would never return. He was glad that she was here with him now.

            Step by step, Mosskit began to climb up the hill with Snakekit right beside him. He gave her a gentle smile as they climbed. Snakekit gave a weak smile back, still glancing around. What is she waiting for? Mosskit thought.

            They continued walking, almost halfway up the giant hill. Mosskit's legs felt tired and sore from the endless climbing. Snakekit was falling behind too, just like she had done in the mountains.

            "Need help?" he asked.

            "No, I can handle it," Snakekit reassured him.

            They continued to climb, their pace slowing as they came up further. Mosskit felt as if he was going to collapse right there. His legs were about to give out from all the continuous climbing.

            "Can we rest?" he breathed.

            Ginger rolled her eyes and stopped climbing. "Climb onto my back," she said.

            Relieved, Mosskit and Snakekit climbed onto her back and she continued walking. Mosskit looked down below, seeing the beautiful forest they had just come from.

            "Good-bye journey," he whispered as they finally arrived at the top of the hill.

            Pinks and oranges painted the sky as the orange sun set. Mosskit yawned. Although he had only been up for half the day, he already felt tired.

            Ginger looked around. "Over here!" she said.

            Mosskit and Snakekit followed after her as they padded through several bushes and trees, going to the place that Ginger had seen.

            As Ginger disappeared into the bushes, the two kits padded after her. Mosskit gasped as he came across an abandoned camp. It looked just like the one that they had seen in the old SnowClan forest, but this was better.

            "What is this place?" Mosskit asked.

            "This is the abandoned MoonClan camp. It's empty now, but the evil cats used to stay here. Once they lost the battle, they left, but the camp still remains," Ginger explained.

            Snakekit nodded and yawned. "Can we sleep now?"

            Ginger twitched her whiskers in amusement. "Yes. Let's go into the smaller den."

            Mosskit followed the she-cat into the smaller den. "What den was this?" he asked.

            "The elder's den. Or the prisoner den. Moonstar wouldn't let the cats retire as elders, so she kept prisoners in here," Ginger said.

            Mosskit shuddered. "MoonClan is gone, right?"

            "Moonstar is and there is no MoonClan, but members are still out in the woods..."

            Mosskit felt fear building up in him. What if MoonClan did return one day and he had to go into battle? The thought shook him.

            Trying not to think about, he laid down and curled his fluffy tail around his nose, falling into a deep sleep and dreaming about what adventures would lay ahead of him in SnowClan.