[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;]Olivia had been in BloodClan a long time ago. Like, a looong time ago, back when Frost had been a second tier and Serp was... what, a Warmaster? That sounded about right. So, the ebony feline doubted that anyone would remember her. Was Darkenpool still around? He'd been the one to accept her... oh, oh, and Corbett. Hadn't he gotten his eyes ripped out by some kind of bird?
She'd made a joke about it, and nearly got killed by Darkenpool. Man, she thought, eyes gleaming, this place was bringing back all sorts of memories. "'Lo? Anyone there?" she called, surveying the ruins with mild interest. BloodClan had moved, hadn't they? Not too far away, though, since she was still able to find her way back. It was just a few miles into the desert.