Nine In The Sundown Moon

Graystripe padded after Firestar and Sandstorm, Dustpelt beside him. "After almost a moon of journeying we found our way back here for a visit." He purred to his friends.

Firestar nodded. "Finally....This is where we can remember being apprentices."

"I wonder if it's still destoryed." Sandstom sighed.

Dustpelt nodded. "Well we're almost there, we been walking the thunderpath side for a long time. I can smell the two-legplace."

Firestar stopped and looked to the lush undergrowth and trees beside them. "There." He meowed, entering the forest with his friends.

Back to the Clan where we began...

Graystripe ventured into the lush grounds. "It's...It's our old territory!" He stopped and looked at some rocks, parts of the rocks were smashed and crumbled.

Firestar gasped. "The remains of Sunning Rocks..." He murmured.

"So much has changed." Sandstorm sighed.

Firestar looked to them. "Well if this is Sunning rocks camp must not be too far ahead." Firestar urged.

They padded onward.

Feeling as good as friends can you know, yeah we're feeling so good...