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Devastation had come. It had come and Death had taken many. Cries could be heard from motherless kits as they all traveled-- the pawsteps were becoming fewer and fewer. Only the lucky ones had survived. But why was it that they had survived and not the others? Sandspark often thought about this and was angered and confused and...

Why were her brothers gone?

Startling herself awake in the new Windclan den, the tan she-cat mewled, her ears flat in worry from the fear of the nightmare that had plagued her from the beginning of their travels. "WillowWisp!" Calling out to her closest friend in the dim of the dark, the female stood, moving over to the tom to nestle herself beside him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "WillowWisp... Wake up. Please. Starclan won't let me forget about the travel. I can't sleep." Why couldn't she just dream about her days as an apprentice again? She and WillowWisp had had fun then... Why couldn't they just go back to that? The questions kept piling up with no answers, and it was messing with her mind.

"... You're the only one I can talk to. C'mon. Please. Please wake up."

(Sorry it's a tad short for now!)

Safe? Yes. Safety had been a wonderful feeling before the Snowfall had brought suffering to all of the clans. Sandspark remembered it well, being curled up with her family and friends in the speckled sunlight through the trees of the Windclan camp, grooming one another and telling one another of their daily hunting stories. Lying next to WillowWisp was calming her, reminding the she-cat that not everything had been lost. Her breathing evened. Her lime eyes shut slowly as she tried to concentrate on listening to the scarred tom's voice, settling herself down in a more relaxed position at his side.

She had scared herself for nothing again. "...A promising new land," Sandspark paused for a moment, thinking the idea of new beginning might not be so terrifying after all. "...Do you think that there will be plenty of fresh kill for the clan? I want to go out and hunt already, but our border patrol still hasn't established the clan boundaries completely yet. I just want to hunt. I want to hunt and sleep in the sun with you like we did back home-- Oh..." Home. Those lands were not their home any longer. They had traveled to a new, much better place to set up camp. The elders that had survived had told them that the air here was cleaner. Cleaner, better, new...

"I guess this is home now, huh?" Sandspark's tail twitched in thought for a moment before she lifted it to drape the fluffy appendage over WillowWisp's own, pressing her maw to the side of the tom's paws. "You'll hunt with me again when we get the chance, won't you? Just so we can... Get some of that normality back." She was hopeful. Normality is what they all needed now to bring life back into the clan. Queens would be nursing the kits that had been strong enough to survive, and everything would be going back to the way things were before the illness had set in. Maybe, once everything was settled, there would be new clan members born here in this brand new territory, having never known the home that had been claimed by plague. They would be happy. Sandspark liked this thought, showing it well by starting up a small purr, imagining tiny little kittens hopping around their mothers' paws as they experienced what it meant to be alive for the first time.

Yes, the she-cat liked this idea very much.