we go in?”

Goldenstorm hesitated. “I guess.” He muttered. Then he brightened. This would be just like old times, putting themselves in danger to find out what was going on. “Let’s go.” Goldenstorm crouched inside the tunnel. It was dark and smelled of loners and kittypets. There was a mix between both, as if all the loners and kittypets had joined together and formed a Clan. Goldenstorm wondered if the cats that were with Berrypelt members of the new Clan. Goldenstorm knew that the sent in the tunnel was of a Clan, he could tell that the scents were blended together and that there was nothing else the group could be called.

Moonpaw waited for Skypaw to catch up with him to follow Whitefoot. “You’ll let us know what it was when you return, won’t you?” Moonpaw asked Goldenstorm.

Goldenstrom nodded. “And I’ll let you report it to Blackstar.”