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Eaglestrike misses the hot sand beneath his paws, Rainpatch can see that very clearly. He knows the ache is similar to the one he feels whenever he thinks about the ocean, the way it crashed into the cliffs beneath the camp back home.

"We'll come home," he says to the PhoenixClanner one evening. They are hidden away on the island, resting in the shadows.

"How can you be sure?" Eaglestrike replies.

Rainpatch smiles, though he doesn't know that the smile warms Eaglestrike's heart. "Because I want to come home. So I will. Simple as that."