(This is, at first, from WingClan's view-point)
Hurricanepaw went into the woods. He had claimed that he was going to forage on his own but, he wasn't really going to. Actually, he wasn't doing any such thing. He walked towards the FeatherClan camp. he new the way there. Of course he knew his way back to his old home. He peered through a small whole through which, when he was a chick, he would climb and run off with Starshine to play in the forest while their father was on patrol. He remembered many things from this place and wondered if he's ever feel so happy again...
He knew the answer. If it was here that he would feel happy again, the answer was no. But he had grown to love WingClan, but, did he love them enough. He missed his sister. He missed the way that they would catch grasshoppers and play in the rain when Larkfeather told them so many times to stay inside. He wanted so much to barge into the camp now and return home, but he couldn't. That wasn't his home. Not anymore.
Hurricanepaw went into the woods. He had claimed that he was going to forage on his own but, he wasn't really going to. Actually, he wasn't doing any such thing. He walked towards the FeatherClan camp. he new the way there. Of course he knew his way back to his old home. He peered through a small whole through which, when he was a chick, he would climb and run off with Starshine to play in the forest while their father was on patrol. He remembered many things from this place and wondered if he's ever feel so happy again...
He knew the answer. If it was here that he would feel happy again, the answer was no. But he had grown to love WingClan, but, did he love them enough. He missed his sister. He missed the way that they would catch grasshoppers and play in the rain when Larkfeather told them so many times to stay inside. He wanted so much to barge into the camp now and return home, but he couldn't. That wasn't his home. Not anymore.