Mist furiously stomped past Frost, who was talking to some of the older cats, and into the den which she woke up. Cherryshade was in the den, sorting herbs. "Hello, young one." Cherryshade said in her whispery voice. Mist ignored her and plopped down in her nest, deep in thought. How could they be so ignorant? Frost is already settling in with the clan. It makes no sense. Just earlier we were planning to escape. She's so naive sometimes. Why would she trust these cats? We can't trust any cats. All other cats will just hurt us. Why am I the only one who understands this? And Shade! Shade.... how could he love these cats more than his own family? 'I can see where your loyalties lie, Shade. And it's not with your family.' Was I too harsh? I mean, he did just say he would rather stay with the clan than go with me and Frost. Why would he even want to stay with these insane cats anyways? Talking about Starclan and Prophecies. What does that even mean? I mean..... I know I saw those cats in my dreams but that doesn't mean anything. Does is? I-I just don't know anymore.And with that last thought she drifted off to sleep.

        Mist was woken by Cherryshade frantically tripping over her. She sat straight up and looked towards the den she was running to. It was the den where she had seen Shade earlier, and all the cats in camp were surrounding it. She rushed over beside Frost, who was at the edge of the group. "What's happening?" Mist asked frantically. Frost shrugged and continued trying to see past the crowds. A large tom with dark russet fur turned and looked at her, "Lilystem's kitting!" he said happily. "The clan needs new warriors, and I'm sure her kits will make fine ones despite their... heritage. " He said, glancing towards a small gray tom who was putting all his weight on three of his paws, and barely touching the fourth to the ground. A calico she-cat with a short tail turned to the russet-colored cat, "They won't be warriors for a long time, Scorchpaw. And you should show Twistedwillow more respect. He is a fine warrior, despite his paw."

        The sun was high in the sky and the crowd had not yet fully cleared. A few cats had left for patrols, but it was still pretty large. Amberriver was weaving in between the cats, stopping and talking to them all in her fast-paced way. Mist softly smiled. Amberriver didn't seem too bad. None of these cats did. And Mist couldn't help but feel warm at how joyful they were towards the aspect of the kits. But it reminded her too much of the twoleg place. All the cats together in one group. It didn't seem right. It felt like only bad things could come of it.

        When the sun began to set in the sky, Cherryshade came out, a happy look gleaming in her eyes. "You're a father, Twistedwillow! Three beautiful she-cats and two handsome toms. Quite a large litter, but they are all healthy. You can go and visit her now." Twistedwillow dipped his head in thanks, and he limped in as quick as he could. Mist looked at Nettlestar, wondering how long until the kits were judged. In a litter that big, she was sure there would be a rouge or two in the forest. But that didn't seem right. They had allowed her and Frost in, despite their weakness. Maybe this Clan wasn't as bad as the Twoleg place. But Mist still felt that there was something wrong.