Maybe sitting out here was a mistake, or maybe the solitude would bring him some peace of mind. Rainywhisker wasnt so sure though. He sat beneath the tree looking like a stone sentinel, guarding the marred willow in silence and solitude. As he sat alone, he considered the Clanmates he'd known back then. And the ones who were still here today. Orange eyes slowly disappear beneath heavy lids, and the warrior is pulled away to sleep. In his dreams, he felt restless. He found little sense in what he saw, and less in what he felt. And hours later, when the sun had long since settled and Rainywhisker awoke, he found little sense in that, too.