Sunlight washed over the forest, casting shadows on the dense reeds of the river. A gray figure was emerging from the flowing river, his strong muscles flexing to his every move. The river flowed with a fierce edge to it's movement, yet a gentle touch as it carried the gray tom through it's clear waters to the Riverclan side of it's bank. He moved swiftly and silently as he approached a flat stretch of marshy ground. A loud thud from the opposite riverbank reminded him of the Twolegs that had almost cost him his life. Shaking the water from his fur, he stretched his figure and sat down on the damp, muddy ground.
He rose his head and looked to the sky with his sparkling yellow eyes.
"I miss you so much." he mewed carefully. "I don't want to leave. All you memory is here. But I have to do this for our clan. For our kits. For Stormfur. . .and Feathertail. I won't have let her die for nothing. " A tear sparkled in the sun's relection as is flowed down his face. "I love you."