The Journey to StarClan

Darkstripe looked at the bright sparkling forests of the StarClan hunting grounds. The towering trees and bright shrubbery hid bountiful amounts of prey, scuffling through the undergrowth.

The dark tom sighed. His mate was over there...his love...the one she-cat that made him good.

The foggy green forest that surrounded Darkstripe seemed to swallow him whole, calling back inside its depths. He stood from his crouch and turned from the beautiful forest he was looking at. But as he began he walk back into his sorrowful surroundings, he glanced over his shoulder one last time.

He was determined to get there, to get back to his love. He had made up his mind. That was his greatest wish.

And he would do anything in his power to make that wish come true.