Owlscreech had always been a stubborn, if not cheery cat. Was it ironic that it took death to find her voice? Perhaps, but the young warrior hardly cared. It had been so long since she had felt happy, free, unburdened with how she was going to help keep her clan alive during the winter. But now she felt that she had a new purpose. Her starry paws would bound across the forest of Starclan, making her way towards the skies that hovered over Darkclan. Once she found it, her pale green gaze would light up as she spotted the form she had been searching for. "Pitchstar!" Her joyous meow would echo through Starclan as she bounded over to her former mentor and moved to greet him properly, "It's good to see you." A purr would rise in he throat, wanting a few moments of happiness before she spoke what she had learned.
"Come back I still need you....."