Moonwatcher couldn't be in camp or risk being found by a certain tom in Thunderclan territory. But where could a warrior go to have time to herself besides her own territory? Four Trees.
The silver tabby jumped onto the log that connected Four Trees to Thunderclan territory and she crossed it carefully. How long ago was it that she had come hunting here with Ravenfang? It feel like years after everything that had happened to her. She jumped down on to the other shore and scented the air. It was an interesting smell, the scent of all the clans mingled together, albeit faint. She slipped through the bushes that lined the border of the clearing and she stepped paw in to massive clearing where the Gatherings usually took place. She found solace in the huge open space and she decided to actually explore the area that she had visited maybe twice in her life. She wandered over to where the leaders sat and looked up at the high rock in almost awe. She wondered how the leaders felt, sitting up there with their fellow leaders, looking down at the warriors that would fight for them with fierce loyalty. She shuddered as the memory of her fathers- no...of Dolorems claws raking her belly and she felt her care curl around her side as if trying to hide the jagged scar that had developed due to the wound. She then padded over the the roots where the deputies sat and she tentively sat where Blackstorm would sit, or were he was suppose to sit if her ever got his memory back..." Her ears flattened and she curled up in the roots, finding comfort in how they pressed against her sides like friends. She wondered if cats visited this place often and kept her eyes open incase a cat from another clan stopped by.
