[center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:1.5]This was a sight unknown to the ghostly warrior, but he knew that it was home nonetheless. StarClan knew all and they saw all, so Tadashi had been watching RiverClan as they moved territories, changed ranks, went through conflicts and sadness, and everything in between. He couldn't do anything about it, as he was now a mere spirit and he had no mortal body to possess at the moment. Now, the former RiverClanner had a mission, and he couldn't be more honored to complete it.
The ghostly tiger seemed to appear out of thin air, standing in the darkness of the camp. While you would expect an elder or someone a little oler to be dead and in StarClan, Tadashi was almost two years old to this date. He had died a few months ago while he was a traveling loner, but he was happy to be with his ancestors. If life had other plans for him, then he could easily return in another body, but for now that wasn't the case.
Tadashi was sure that Ivylee or Arcanepaw would be along any moment. He needed to relay a message to them, after all. But he wasn't going to announce his present or shout everything out all at once. No, he could wait. Besides, he wanted to view the new camp. It certainly looked different.
