Unfortunately for Foxsnarl, Mudkit had picked up on the older tom's aloofness as well, and met Ghostkit's gaze with a smirk of playful mischievousness. "Pllllleeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeeee, Mister Foxsnarl?" She begged, batting her large, yellow-green eyes with as much innocent cuteness as she could muster. "It would be really fun, and educational, and you seem so lonely, too..."

I am never getting out of this, he realized with a huff. "Fine," Foxsnarl grunted reluctantly. "Let's get this over with quickly." He lashed his ginger tail and led them over to the warrior. They weren't friends, but he did know Ghost - the tom had quickly become cozy with Nightraven after he joined, despite the fact that Nightraven was nursing kits. Foxsnarl's son's kits. His son did not seem too bothered by the situation, from what he could tell, but it ruffled the senior warrior's fur all the same.

"Ghost," he called as he swept close, "eyes up, these kits have come to see you."

The dark gray tom stretched as he lifted his eyes to meet them, then his head, and offered a hesitant but warm smile to the group. "Ah- hello there," he greeted, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. He propped himself up a bit to get a good luck at the group.

Mudkit kept close to Foxsnarl as he led them across camp, taking a seat in front of the Senior Warrior beside Ghostkit as the reached the other tom named Ghost. Looking up at him, the warrior seemed friendly enough. "And I'm Mudkit," she chimed in gently, sending a friendly smile. "Ghostkit and I wanted to learn about the other clans, and Foxsnarl suggested that we go ask you, but he had to come with us because we don't know you and that would be rude." That...wasn't exactly what had occurred, which the kit obviously knew as she shot Foxsnarl an impish smirk. But it was his idea, after all.

Ghostkit listened intently to the wrriors words, his ears swiveled forward to hear them better and his eyes as wide as they could feasible get. He didn't comment on the introduction given by Mudkit or Foxsnarl, they all knew that wasn't exactly how this situation came to be but that wasn't particularly important right now. "Well I want to know how come Winterclan doesn't like to get to know other cats. Do you know why?" It wasn't often they got to hear from an ex-winterclan cat themselves.

Mudkit's yellow-green eyes went wide as she listened to Ghost's explanation, looking completely mystified. "But why did they decide to live somewhere so dangerous in the first place?" She mewed in reply, frowning slightly at the idea. "I can't think of anyone that'd want to live somewhere so cold and dangerous. I get why they wouldn't want to leave after so long, but why start a clan there to start with?"

Ghostkit leaned closer and hung on to ever word that the warrior let pass his lips. He was completely entranced by his words and stories. "Wow, I wish I could see it one day. But what's a gods?" He asked, the word feeling strange and unfamiliar as it stumbled over his tongue.

Mudkit let out an amazed gasp at that. There were more super-powerful ancestors than just Starclan?! Graythorn had never told her about that. But then again, Summerclan seemed to only follow Starclan and not these others, didn't they? Of course, that opened an entirely new subject of conversation. "Do all of the other clans worship something other than Starclan too, like Winterclan's gods?" She asked quietly, still in awe of the idea. "Are we the only ones that believe in Starclan?"