She thought it was going to be difficult to get used to ShadowClan's territory, but the moons she'd spent in the Place of No Stars had prepared her for the cold, and the damp. When they'd been split up, each Dark Forest cat to go to a clan, part of Rainstrike wanted to return to ThunderClan. Her grandmother was still there, and it would have been nice to see the fear in ThunderClan's eyes once again, when the few who had been alive when she was recognized her... but tormenting her old clan was second on her agenda. Rainstrike was no fool... she had seen the Righteous Few come, and she'd seen them defeated, too, even after it'd seemed hopeless for the clans, like it did now. Eventually, the living would win. They always did. So while the cats of the Dark Forest ruled over the living clans, Rainstrike would fulfill her goal, and that started here, in ShadowClan.
Already it was warming... a sensation the former ThunderClanner hadn't felt in what seemed like a lifetime. The snow was melting, and each day the breeze grew gentler. This night, Rainstrike had plans, and as the sun set, casting the forest in shadow, she made her way towards the one cat she'd come here to see.
She waited until he was alone to approach, her head high, eyes keen and observant. He'd made himself into a fine warrior, somehow. Perhaps I was wrong about you, she considered... but regardless, he was the only capable, living link she had access to, so he would have to do. "Emberleap!" she called out as she approached. "Walk with me." It was not a request, but her voice wasn't altogether demanding, either, just firm, and insistent. Rainstrike turned towards the entrance of camp, and then looked over her shoulder to ensure he was following.