The Fifth Clan

"There were always four clans!" MoonPaw yowled.
Cats turned in his direction, confused that he would dare interrupt the Gathering.
"Yes, but times are..different now. We must divide." MoonPaw's mother FlashingStar, the leader of ThunderClan murmured. "You must leave in five sunrises. TumblingBoulder will lead the cats."
The crowd erupted into conversation.
"Not everyone will go," FlashingStar added. "Only those who wish to. Only those who believe my dream from StarClan is true. And whoever goes, I bid you farewell. May StarClan be with you!"
FlashingStar and her clan returned to camp.
MoonPaw raced to the apprentice den.
"Are you going?" SilverPaw whispered. "It's a great opportunity. I'm gonna go. I'm sick of starving, of hiding. I'm sick of this place we call home. I need a fresh start."
MoonPaw just turned away, pressed his back into hers.
"I like this place we call home," he whispered to himself.
"But maybe..."
MoonPaw shook the thought away and fell into a fitful, troubled sleep.