Jade Fern Grove did the stars whisper on the day you were made?

"Yes," Esma answered with a furrowed brow, as if wondering, if this was a trick question from her companion. "It means me," she said, as if pointing out to something very obvious. She had not met any other Esma's around here, therefore she could safely say that at least in this corner of the world Esma by definition was a young, adolescent wolf with a brown-white coat from the Riverclan. "Does your name mean something else than you?" she asked, feeling curious. 

"It is home," yet again Esma did not fully understand the question. Home to her encompassed the feeling of safety and familiarity. That was, what Riverclan meant to her. The other descriptives regarding the landscape and history did not really matter. "What is a wellspring?" she asked.