Ruhe took one look at the clan, before flying off into the night, looking for that one place... there! She swooped down to the place she had stopped to rest in many times over her original trip to WingClan. And she wasn't sorry. It was in the middle of a tangle of vines, all thorned. A circle, with a nice shade, too. Ruhe alighted in the very center of the circle, and was glad to see that it had been completely untouched. And Ruhe never figured out that she was legendary for surviving a whole week in the Circle of Thorns. But even if she knew, she wouldn't have cared. She stopped there and rested, letting her eyes shut.
And the whole time, Ruhe never so much as loosened her grip on the black feather.