Mosskit stood on the rock with Smokestar, the leader of SnowClan. He was nervous. Smokestar would be asking him questions, so would the clan, about what had happened. Many were confused, them only seeing Mosskit once when Skycloud had returned. Not many believed Mosskit had been her kit when she had returned.

            Smokestar yowled to the cats, bringing them forward to the rock, all curious about the mysterious tom who had shown up on their territory.

            "This cat, Mosskit, was on our territory today. He claims to be the son of Skycloud!" Smokestar yowled.

            Yowls of disagreement came from the crowd.

            Mosskit shrunk down, horrified by the terrifying crowd.

            "Questions will be asked," Smokestar said. "We were all curious to what happened to Skycloud that night. This cat might know why." Smokestar turned to Mosskit. "Who is your father if you are the son of Skycloud?"

            "My father was Mossclaw," Mosskit said. "I'm named after him."

            "He could be her son!" the same white tom who had stared at Mosskit earlier yowled. "Mossclaw was good friends with Skycloud and before his death it seemed like they were in love."

            "What can you say about this?" Smokestar asked.

            "I-I don't know much about what happened before I was born, but I was born in a den with my mother with some cat named Tooth," Mosskit said.

            "Tooth! That was the MoonClan cat who captured them!" a ginger tom yowled.

            "Continue," Smokestar spoke.

            "W-well my mother told me all about how Tooth had captured her after Mossclaw was killed and how bad Tooth was. But then she-she fell in love with Tooth. When he was captured, I was brought here, not really knowing anything about this place, but then my mother took me back and we rescued Tooth. That night there was a fire...Skycloud and Tooth died in it," Mosskit said.

            "And how was it you were able to escape?!" a light tabby she-cat yowled.

            "I ran all night to get away from the fire," Mosskit said. "Skycloud told me to run."

            "And why have you just arrived back here now?!" a gray tabby tom hissed.

            "Because I had run terribly far! At first an old she-cat took care of me, but then she...she got injured and left me at a twoleg house which I lived in for a moon or so..."

            "He's a kittypet!" a dark ginger she-cat yowled.

            "Hush, Dawnfire," Smokestar said.

            "But I left with another kittypet who had also been a clan cat, but she had been neglected by her mother. She was my age. The old she-cat had...recovered...and she led us back here."

            "Where's the she-cat?" a golden-brown tom asked.

            "She-she died," Mosskit sighed.

            Smokestar rested his tail on Mosskit's shoulder. "Alright, I think we can all conclude that Mosskit is the true son of Skycloud and Mossclaw."

            Cats nodded in agreement.

            "So, Mosskit. Will you stay?" Smokestar asked.

            Mosskit nodded. "Oh yes, Smokestar. I'd like to stay."

            "Well, you're the age of an apprentice. Let's make you one right now," Smokestar announced. "Cats of SnowClan! We have been blessed to receive Skycloud's offspring with us today. Mosskit is well the age of an apprentice which means he shall become one. Mosskit, from this day forward, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Mosspaw!"

            "MOSSPAW! MOSSPAW!" the clan shouted.

            Mosspaw smiled into the crowd, giving a warm gaze towards every cat.

            "As for your mentor, I am Skycloud's brother, so therefore I think I should mentor you so you can get used to the other cats."

            Mosspaw was frozen. Wait, wasn't Cloudfur Skycloud's brother? He didn't understand at all. He hestitated for a moment, then touched his nose towards Smokestar's.

            Cats began to separate while the white tom with blue eyes stayed behind. Mosspaw turned, seeing the light tabby she-cat and gray tom who had not believed him glaring at him. Suddenly he stopped. These were the cats who had glared at him when he was a kit!

            He turned away quickly, padding down from the rock.

            "Mosspaw," the white tom said. "I don't know if you know this, but I'm Skycloud's brother, Cloudfur."

            "Oh, I know," Mosspaw said. "My mother told me. She has a sister too, right? Where's Petalnose?"

            Cloudfur looked at him oddly. "Petalnose has been dead for moons."

            Mosspaw was confused. His mother had told him that her siblings would answer. Maybe she had died before he arrived. "Oh, so it was after Skycloud's death?"

            "Um, no. Petalnose died shortly after giving birth to her kits. Skycloud raised them," Cloudfur said.

            Why had Skycloud not told Mosspaw any of this? He hadn't known Petalnose had kits and that his mother had raised them. He was so confused about his past.

            Smokestar padded down after Mosspaw, laying a tail on his shoulder. "Sorry about the rampage of kits. We didn't know Skycloud was pregnant when she disappeared. We didn't even know Mossclaw and Skycloud were mates."

            "Oh, I didn't either," Mosspaw said. "I don't really know a lot about my past."

            "Well, if you have any questions, I'm sure Cloudfur or I can give you answers," Smokestar said.

            "Thanks," Mosspaw said, watching Smokestar go off.

            Mosspaw turned to Cloudfur, only to see him gone as well, leading cats onto patrol. How would Mosspaw get answers?!

            Mosspaw padded up to Smokestar. "Um, can someone show me around?"

            "Oh, dear me!" Smokestar laughed. "Of course. Um, Fernpaw!" he yowled.

            The black tortoiseshell she-cat turned around. Mosspaw recognized her from earlier when she was in the woods with Waterdrop.

            "Show Mosspaw around," Smokestar instructed.

            "I will," Fernpaw said, dipping her head towards her leader. She then turned to Mosspaw. "What do you need to know?"

            "Everything," Mosspaw said.

            Fernpaw rolled her eyes. "Alright, come this way," she said, leading him to the den on the farthest left.

            "What den is this?" Mosspaw asked.

            "You'll see," Fernpaw replied, walking in.

            Mosspaw gasped, seeing a small collection of cats in a den. They were obviously elders, their muzzles gray.

            "The Elders' Den," Mosspaw breathed.

            "Yeah, we don't have a bunch," Fernpaw said. "But they've been great warriors."

            A calico she-cat spoke. "Hello, Fernpaw. Who's this with you?"

            "Hi, Newfeather. This is Mosspaw. He's going to live here now," Fernpaw replied.

            "Nice to meet you, Mosspaw. I hope you don't mind pulling off ticks," she chuckled.

            As Mosspaw looked around, he stopped, noticing a fairly young she-cat, barely the age of a warrior, sitting in the den.

            Fernpaw must've noticed too because she laid her tail on Mosspaw's shoulder. "I'll tell you later once we get out of here," she whispered.

            Mosspaw nodded, following the large apprentice out of the den. "Who was that?" he asked. "Why was she in there?"

            "Not so loud!" Fernpaw hissed. "That's Sandnose. Her brother is Darkpaw. When she was a younger apprentice, she jumped in a river and broke her spine. It paralyzed her bottom half, making her unable to move her legs. Smokestar moved her to the Elders' Den and gave her her warriors name of Sandnose."

            "Oh, that's a shame," Mosspaw said.

            Fernpaw nodded. "Come on. I don't have all day," she said, pulling him over to the next den.

            Just by breathing in the scent of fresh milk, Mosspaw could tell it was the nursery. He walked in, only noticing one she-cat with kits pouncing around. Three other queens sat, all of them  pregnant, their kits arriving soon.

            "Oh, is this Mosspaw?" a white she-cat asked.

            Fernpaw nodded. "Yes, I'm just showing him around."

            Mosspaw smiled, seeing a little brown tom play with his tail.

            "Reedkit, don't be rude to our visitors!" a cream she-cat snapped. "Sorry, he likes to play. I'm Petalstream. My four kits can be quite crazy sometimes."

            Mosspaw smiled. The cream cat sat, a small black kit sleeping next to her. "What are your kits' names?" he asked.

            "The brown tom is Reedkit. You probably know that already. It's a shame, really, he was born with a broken tail, but that doesn't slow him down. This little sweetheart sleeping next to me," she pointed to the small black kitten, "is Littlekit. Runt of the litter, but certainly not left out. And those two over there," she pointed to a ginger she-cat and a white and gray tom playing with each other, "are also my kits. The she-cat is Larkkit, her pelt takes after her father's and mine I guess. The tom is Swiftkit."

            Mosspaw looked at the kits, noticing they were large, almost his size. They would no doubt be apprentices soon.

            "I'm Petalstream, by the way," the cream she-cat said. "These four will be apprentices soon. I have no idea how their mentors will control them," she laughed.

            "Who's the father?" Mosspaw asked.

            "Foxflame," Petalstream purred. "He's a younger warrior, but the sweetest tom ever."

            Mosspaw nodded, watching the kits play. Then he turned to the rest of the she-cats. "Who are all of you?" he asked.

            An older calico she-cat spoke first. "My name is Applewhisker."

            "Don't ask her about the father," a silver tabby spoke. "She gets upset. I'm Wavestorm, Smokestar's mate. This is my second litter that I'm expecting. My first are my three daughers-Snowtail, Featherwing, and...Waterdrop."

            "My mentor!" Fernpaw exclaimed.   

            Wavestorm rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed by the mentioning of Waterdrop.

            "And I'm Snowtail," the white she-cat said. "Her daugher," she said, pointing to Wavestorm. "It's so weird that we're both expecting," she laughed. "My mate is Cottonnose."

            "Oh," Mosspaw said. "Well, it was great to meet all of you."

            "You too," the she-cats called as they exited the den.

            "Okay, another question," Mosspaw whispered towards Fernpaw. "Why is Wavestorm annoyed by Waterdrop?"

            "I don't know if this true or not," Fernpaw whispered. "But, apparently when Waterdrop was a kit, her mother and siblings harassed her. No one cared about her."

            "What about her father, Smokestar?" Mosspaw asked.

            "Another thing. I know this is true because Honeypaw is gossiping about it all the time. Well, apparently Smokestar was in love with Wavestorm, but he decided to be with Lilywhisker, another warrior. You see, when he was going to tell Wavestorm he didn't love her, he found out Wavestorm was pregnant and she had expected Smokestar to ask her to be mates."

            "Why are they mates now?" Mosspaw asked.

            "Well, Wavestorm had her three daughers. Smokestar was never there for them. Lilywhisker had two daughters as well, Dawnpool and Mousestripe, they just became warriors recently. Well, Smokestar got put into this coma by the Dark Forest or something, and Lilywhisker saved him, but he thought she died. He asked Wavestorm to be mates again and when Lilywhisker returned alive, he just told her they weren't mates anymore. It's all very odd."

            "That's weird," Mosspaw said.

            "And now Wavestorm is expecting her second litter. We'll see how long it is before he changes his mind again," Fernpaw laughed. "Come on, there's more cats to see!"

            She showed him the Warriors' Den, him meeting some of the cats mentioned earlier, plus some ones he had never seen before. He had also been introduced to Spottedmask, the medicine cat, and her apprentice, Tawnypaw.

            Mosspaw had also learned that Cloudfur was the deputy, some thinking it was only because he was Smokestar's brother. Mosspaw was still confused.

            "Well," Fernpaw said. "I have to go train. It was nice meeting you, Mosspaw. Bye," she waved.

            Mosspaw smiled as she walked away. It felt nice to have a friend, or at least he thought they were friends.

            He sighed, thinking of Snakekit. Was she really dead? He walked into the apprentice den, finding an empty nest. He hadn't bothered to remember all the names of the apprentices. It would probably take him awhile to memorize.

            Mosspaw laid in his nest and fell asleep, dreaming back to the journey he had only completed that day.