Paws carried the white warrior along the ashen land. The aqua eyes of the warrior stared forward at nothing in particular. Her thought were gone, her mind empty. Instead of allowing her mind to think, she enjoyed the fact that she was home. It hurt to see the once glorious landscape as the crisp mess it was now. It was no longer her sunshine, her safe place. Not until it was restored to its former beauty. But that would take so many moons.
Bloodclan had taken enough from them as it was. But they had found the amusement that only the twisted could find in destroying the moorland home. With a long sigh, Bluenebula dragged an unsheathed black claw along the ground.
"I wonder where Symphonymask is." Muttered the she-cat, tilting her head. She had met her mate when the clan had been stuck heading to Darkclan. It was odd how fast they fell in love and the warrior wasn't even sure if she truly did love the tom. Was it possible to fall in love in just a moon? She hoped so. Breaking Symphonymask's heart was one thing she never wanted to do.