It was the next morning. Wolfsoul had his wounds checked by Stonepool, who had told him to be easy on his leg. Right now, Wolfsoul and Hera traveled side by side, as the clans moved through the savanna.
"Where do you think we're going?" The ginger she-cat asked.
"I don't know." Wolfsoul admitted. "We'll find a good place soon enough, don't worry."
"As long as we're together, anywhere's home to me." Hera purred, licking his neck.
He purred back at her.
By sunhigh they had left the savanna and entered another forest. It looked like a good home. It was almost like the old territory. There was a huge lake in the middle with an island twice the size of the old Gathering island. There was even a tree bridge leading to it, just like the old territory.
The clans reached the bridge and crossed it. They hunted and ate a nice meal. Then a small patrol of two cats from each clan was sent out to observe the forest and the other land around the lake.
The patrol returned not long after sundown and told the clan leaders of their discovery. The leaders seemed satisfied, from Wolfsoul's view of being in the back of the group.
"I think this is it, Hera." Wolfsoul murmured.
"This is home?" She asked.
"I think so." He purred.
After a good night's sleep, Wolfsoul woke up energized and ready. The clans went their separate ways, to explore their camps and the areas nearby. At sunhigh that day, they were to meet back on the island to establish borders.
Stealthclan headed the way back to the land that the cats were first on when they arrived. This was to be their territory. The cats who were on the patrol the previous night, Blueshine and Brackenpelt, led the way.
The camp was a huge stone hollow in the ground. The way in or out was what looked like a stone ramp. Graystar agreed that this was to be the camp. Bramblepatch had patrols start working on the dens and thorn barrier for the entrance. The elders' den, nursery, and leader's den began first of course.
By sunhigh, all of the dens were finished and nests had been made. There was even a fresh-kill pile in the middle of the camp.
The clan, except for the queens and kits, of course, headed for the island.
At the end of the Gathering, the borders had been decided and it was agreed on that this was the new Gathering spot. The cats agreed not to come back to the island until the next full moon and the clans went back to their territories.
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The very next day, Stealthclan cats returned to their regular clan duties and the regular clan life began again…
End of this book. Book four coming soon.