As expected, the seers weren't exactly pleased to see Beacon back in the Trade Center, not because they didn't like or care for the kitten, but because they'd known they were not going to stay in BlizzardClan like they said they would. The scent of the clan still lightly clung to their thick fur, but so did the scent of several clans they'd passed through on their adventure. Finally, their spirits had sent them back to their home. Where they'd been born and raised. They had heard a lot on their journeys. Now it was time for them to return to what they were meant to do until the end time.
The big-eared kitten sat at a booth much smaller than those used by others at the Trade Center. It had a sign above it, the word "QUEST" written in bold, capital letters. The spirits whispered ideas quietly in the background, but Beacon tuned them out, something they rarely did, as they waited for somebody to arrive. Somebody would arrive soon.