[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]This place brought back memory after memory for the older male. Even with a blind fold on could he point out the tree his former husband had hung himself from, the place where he raised his two daughters, and the place where he committed his many suicide attempts. It was hard to believe he use to be a leader here during the brighter days of ThunderClan, despite how short his reign had been. It had been three years since then and everything had cleared up. He had moved away, got re-married, and found a new life. With his second husband missing in action now, Nosferatu grew tired of being deputy and a high position for near every clan he joined, thus he retired back home.
The cross road's demon weaved through the brush and vegetation, heading to a giant oak that grew outside of the camps reached. As he reached it, the ebony feline came to a stop and tilted his head back, looking up at the lower branch. Looking closer and closer could he still see where the rope had rubbed the bark off of the branch. He had forgiven William since that day, but he would never forget the hell he had gone through after that. Taking a seat, the male curled his head around his paws, alluring emerald visionaries proceeding to examine the oak as if he was expecting something extraordinary to occur.