It had been three moons since Shadedtree first arrived at the Shimmering Lake. The tom had spent that time searching high and low for his missing daughter and mate. Shadedtree recalled spending a moon in the twoleg's territory before making his way far south. Finally finding himself in the Misty Woods. The tom huffed and laid down on the forest floor. His heart ached as he looked around at the hauntingly familiar surroundings. Once again, I feel like I am in those old woods. This must be one of Starclan's cruel jokes, making me think I'm home. He rested his head on his outstretched legs and closed him eyes, dreaming of his old life.

Shadedtree stirred awake slowly, groaning from those sweet dreams slipping away. He rose to his paws and shook the water pellets out of his black fur before turning his eyes to the sky. There was still some time before sun-high would hit the forest. Shadedtree began to walk deeper into the woods with a strange feeling of confidence and familiarity with the trees and the ground below him. When Shadedtree reached the heart of the territory, he paused and took in a modest sized clearing. Perhaps this was no joke, perhaps Starclan had led him to this forest for a purpose. The entire time Shadedtree resided in this new land, he felt heartache and panic, but in this forest the tom finally felt at peace.

Very well.. I will set up camp here and Darkclan will be reborn. I must tell Silvershade. Starclan, I hope if I follow you once more, you will bring my family together. After deciding to remake Darkclan, Shadedtree turned around to go and find cats to join him.

Tom | 60 Moons | Hopeful for the future