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Amberkit milled around, careful not to trip over anything. He nodded his head to Sirensong as he passed, though missing her exact location and nodding a bit to her left. He had just passed her when he stumbled, shrinking back and tucking his tail between his legs. His eyes were wide with terror.

"I...I can see!" he gasped, stumbling and backing up a few paces. He was crouched low, and his belly fur brushed against the ground. "B-but....this isn't StarClan, is it? The scents don't match." He shook his head, confused, but he didn't close his eyes. He didn't blink. He was terrified that if he did, he might be thrust back into darkness. "I see....four cats, at Fourtrees. They're all standing in front of a different tree...it must be one from each Clan." He paused, concentrating. "I can't really make out what they look like...."

Amberkit concentrated on the tree to his immediate left, straining his eyes to see in the darkness. The she-cat poised in front of the tree had a light, dappled coat, and emerald eyes that sparkled with an unfamiliar kind of intelligence. Amberkit blinked slowly a few times, trying to grasp the right words to explain this first apprentice. "The first, just over there," he pointed with his muzzle, not remembering they could not see this also. "She is...like no cat I've ever seen. She has spots, like a cat of LeopardClan. Her eyes are bright green."

His blind eyes moved to the next tree, where there rested another she-cat. She was a tortoise-shell with white paws and unusually long whiskers. He thought for a moment before speaking. "The second cat...another she-cat," he mewed, gesturing once again, "has white paws, and an extra toe. Her whiskers are really long."

He turned his gaze to meet the third cat, a tom this time. He was the color of ink, with a band of color wrapped around his tail. Gold to match his eyes, which now shone iridescent in the moonlight. His eyes, though brilliantly colored, seemed curiously blank. This tom was the easiest to explain."The third, a tom," he began confidently, "is jet-black, with sparkling yellow eyes. They seem...not sad, but..." He couldn't find the right word, and gave up on the attempt, turning to the final cat.

He was a bright shade of ginger, with white-tipped tail and ears. His eyes were a friendly orange to match his pelt."The last of the cats is orange, with matching orange eyes. He has light tabby stripes."

Amberkit gasped suddenly when he realized those were not the only four cats in the clearing. There were two others, lurking in the shadows. Amberkit gazed at the first, and cocked his head. It appeared to be identical to the ginger cat. But, no, it couldn't be...it was a she. The second was a larger silver she-cat, extremely slender. She had a strange expression similiar to the black cat's. Amberkit shook his head, deciding not to mention these intruders.

All at once, before he knew what was happening, that cats were moving. "They're...they're moving! They're getting up! We've got to follow them!" he gazed imploring at where he thought Mousepelt and Sirensong must be.