Interlude
Twilight grew to love the little family. It was not long after that first night, with Raven's help, that she began sleeping with them up in the hayloft.
Great Gray was an expert story teller, and every night he would tell of something in his life or of something from the forest Clan that had been told to him by Ravenpaw. It was mainly their Clan lore, or tales of what Ravenpaw's friends Firestar and Graystripe got up to. Twilight had no preference, for she enjoyed them all.
Over the course of two moons she let BloodClan and its miseries slide to the back of her mind. She hunted with Raven and his sisters, but mainly with Raven, always maintaining a special warm feeling when they were together. Cloud and Snow were exceptional hunters, rarely missing anything, because of the way their pelts blended into the snow. It made them near invisible.
Even Sky was only a dull memory amongst all her new friends. Of course she occasionally thought of her, and grew sad, but Raven was always there to cheer her up and distract her. Once in a while she would have nightmares of that terrible night where Sky's own sister had killed her, sinking her fangs into her throat unmercifully.
The nightmares were always hurried away with the bustle of hunting and playing in the day, and Twilight would only have flashes of what she had witnessed.
She fell into the daily routine of the day, sharing tongues with Snow and Cloud, hunting with Raven, napping in the warm hay, and scuffling playfully in the snow when it fell. The large sheltering barn always held plenty of mice and rats to eat, and Twilight never fell hungry.
Soon newleaf was casting its healing rays over the land. The snow melted, birds twittered their sweet song to the blue forget-me-not skies, flowers started to tunnel through the ground, and the trees started to bud. Twilight felt as far away from BloodClan as she possibly could have.
However, everything changes with time.