The deep stench of wett fur and fish invaded Stormys senses, to most it was an unbearable scent but for the grey molly it meant home. A place that had almost seemed like it was just a figment of her imagination it’d been so long since she lived there. Growing up as a Riverclan kit but had been taken by her father not long before she was due for her warrior name. Giving up everything precious to her to protect it out of fear her father would bring trouble to Riverclan. Here goes everything. This was her last hope her father had passed on and she wanted no part of his gang. Taking her first steps back into Riverclan territory it was like she’d never left, everything around her felt so familiar. Judging off the condition of the territory it was obvious the storm had affected them to but knowing Riverclan they bounced back like nothing happened. The silver molly trudged through the puddles of sitting water, causing no trouble for her as Riverclan blood did run through her veins. Taking a moment to let her pelt absorb the water, oh how she missed the water dearly. Edgar to see her clanmates again the bird pulled herself from the sitting water, causing ripples throughout the puddle. “I hope Wisteria is doing okay, I’m sure she’s the best warrior in the clan by now.”Stormy purred aloud.