{$title} takes place shortly after the formation of WindClan
Home.
What even counted as home anymore?
Dusty... no, Dustystar now. What was it she said? They have chosen us to be their successors.
Hah... successors. True, their group had borne new life in the aftermath of the fire, their names has changed, their heirarchy.... formalized. He'd been given a new name: Ravenmask. Not the first time he'd changed his name.
Ray, when he was a kit and he'd lived among some of the Twolegs. It was easy for the others to pronounce, and when he got older, moved on... Raven, for the bird that directed him to the barn where he met the others in their group. And now, he'd even been given a proper "Clan" cat name. An honor to his past and future. A future... was Clan life really their future? If it was so spectacular, why had the older ones died out? Was this really... home?
It wasn't the first time Ravenmask had changed homes. Maybe wouldn't even be the last. But Dustystar seemed capable, and some greater force guided her. Others may not believe in her, but he had no real reason to doubt her.
His back leg twinged. Her offer of a restful life, one where he'd be cared for as a full member of the Clan, with a purpose of helping to teach the next generation... there would be hope in that. There could be home in that.
That settled it. WindClan... WindClan was home.