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The trek doesn't prove to be a long one, courtesy of Highstones—as he had come to learn about the looming silhouettes in the sky—being located right at the outskirts of WindClan's moors. It's largely a silent walk there; Bengt's mind is preoccupied with whatever is in store for him now, and Meadowpaw had told him enough about StarClan to know that their importance is to be respected. The taste and smell of traveling herbs that Meadowpaw had suggested they take still lingers. At least it keeps him afloat. Keeps his mind focused on the task ahead.

His mind almost compels him to turn around when they reach the gap and enter the tight tunnels. It's not fear- or at least he hopes it isn't. His heart hammers away in his chest.

It's like he doesn't know whether to expect a grand ceremony or his execution in these depths.

When the tunnel finally, finally opens up, Bengt stops for a moment. His gaze takes it all in: the Moonstone, still and silent, and yet somehow beckoning him forward all at once.

"StarClan,"

he breathes into the air, and he almost expects his breath to show despite the warm weather outside. He had never given it much thought—whether there is a higher being out there, someone or something that keeps watch over him and others. It is odd to imagine that he will get to learn of their existence now. Had he stayed a rogue, prowling the unknown for the rest of his life, then he would have stayed none the wiser.

Bengt turns to Meadowpaw one last time, allowing something silent to pass between them. Then, not wishing to waste any more time, especially with something akin to apprehension making his fur tingle, he does what Meadowpaw had told him to do. His nose touches the surface of the strange, moonlit rock.

When a deep-bone chill and a blinding light takes him away, Bengt can only conclude that he is dreaming.

After what had transpired last gathering, he was unsure of bringing the whole clan with him. While he seriously doubts that another within Riverclan's ranks would try and kill him again, one couldn't be so sure. For that reason Frostmoth is by his side. The young deputy made the decision to exile Adderfang, had led this clan better than he ever could when he was alive. It was too late for him to take back the words he said during the council meeting. All he could do now was face Frostmoth and be better. To see the younger tom as an equal and show it. Green eyes glance at the deputy by his side, their eyes briefly meeting. The relationship between them was far from friendly, but at least they could look at each other now. he whispers to Frostmoth.

The only excited ones were the apprentices on their patrol. Galepaw (he could feel those eyes piercing his soul), Torrentpaw, and Lavenderpaw were chatting among themselves. He could make out bits and pieces of their conversation. Nothing too awful, just teens having fun. Unlike the warriors on this patrol who were on guard. Why wouldn't they be? While they had no issues with Thunderclan (not yet anyway), they didn't have the best relationship with the other clans. Namely Shadowclan. I talked to Sablestar awhile ago. I wonder if he really will come. He said he wouldn't deny Shadowclan the opportunity of a peaceful night... He shakes his head. No one knew of his meeting with Sablestar and he would prefer to keep it that way.

Ears flick at the sound of a shrill cry, silver paws race to the source. He is met with the sight of Juniperstar and her small group surrounding something. Before he can ask what exactly is going on, Juniperstar quickly answers it. Kittens. This was unexpected. He turns to his patrol, only to see the other clans have gathered as well. HUH?! Well... I guess it's expected. No one is going to ignore a cry like that. I would hope anyway. The situation is only grows worse as Fogsight and Boarpaw confirm that the kittens are all alone. Wherever the parents were didn't matter. What mattered is what will happen to the little ones.

He takes slow steps forward. He doubts Thunderclan would be wary of him, but it was best to handle the situation with care. The kits by his paws are quite young. That is the only thing he is certain of. As for everything else... Why do they smell like everything?! I can't tell if they belong to Thunderclan. They sort of smell like them, but these kits also smell like Riverclan too. Is that Shadowclan? His nose scrunches. The Riverclan leader looks to his own clanmates. As they scrounge up an answer if they had one, Pikestar turns to Juniperstar.

The mystery becomes all the more strange. If these were kittens with the scent of Riverclan alone, not only would he have gotten to the bottom of who their parents were, he would take them immediately home. However, the scents on each kitten were of all the clans. He couldn't just take them and the last thing he wanted was to separate kittens from their birth clan by accident.