As the Starclan cats faded, a new sense faded in. A grassy valley with scattered trees, clear bright blue sky's with geese flying over head, and a steam cutting the valley in to two. Out in the distance Finchsong could see tall gray snow caped mountains that outlined the whole horizon.
Racing through the soft grass she stopped on top of one of the hills and scanned the valley but there was nothing, no one or animal. There came a shuffling down from down bellow, and what came out was unexpected, a cat.. No two, three, four cats. Even though she was right besides them, their pelts changed colors each time they moved. "Does Starclan really not want me to know the identity of these cats?" Finchsong muttered, looking at a calico cat then turned into a gray tabby. "Odd and disturbing."
(I was thinking the four cats can be cats from the tribes)