Devilhorns was new to MoonClan and it had been a shock when he'd first joined. Many things happened all at once upon joining the clan; he found his adoptive son/nephew Grandsky that he'd sent away for his own safety in MoonClan, found out that said son had a mate and that they were expecting kits, and that he has a biological son from his past mate that he'd thought had died. The life he'd known had thrown him on his head upon entering this new land, and yet it was better for him. The grotesque tom had only seen despair until now with brief moments of happiness.

The tom had seen his first mate die before his eyes after being hit by a monster, they'de been young, new mates and he'd lost her all too quickly. Only to learn recently she hadn't died right away and had gone on to bare him kits that he never got to meet, all but one, Heathenpaw. After his loss, he'd spent moons alone before trying again, only for all of his attempts to fail and fall through. Love hadn't found the tom since. And yet he could say he was happy, even though he'd made mistakes along the way; becoming a spy and putting his family in danger, sending his adopted kits away for their safety from their bio mother and from those who wished to harm him due to his role as a spy. All of that lead to here in MoonClan where he was finally finding happiness and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Devilhorns was out clearing his head, trying to wrap his head around how his life had changed, how he'd managed to deserve this life he had now. Unknowingly his paws carried him to the NightClan border, mind lost to his thoughts and body unaware of where he was at.

The tom was startled when he first heard his name, even jumped at the sound, a surprising feet for a tom his size and appearance. Devilhorns was shocked to see his old leader. He'd almost thought no one would miss him from NightClan, that he'd be as easily forgotten as the stars on a moonless night. "Yes...." He trailed off unsure what to tell the cat, unsure what she wanted from him, unsure about it all. Would she attack because he left? What about him being a spy? Had she learned the truth about that time? Sure it had been before she'd been the leader and during her time leading them, he'd removed himself from the organization. Though that had only caused more problems from him but it had saved her from ruin, something he could have surely done if he'd stayed a spy.

"Yes, yes I am." For once it seemed as though he truly was. For a time he had been in NightClan, when his kits had been young and it'd seemed like nothing could harm them, nothing could go wrong. Devilhorns hadn't had the best of luck in life, especially with a sister like Angelwings, but he'd made the best of it where he could. Though, most of the time it didn't last long. His previous mate had been a testimony to that thought. She'd died after they'd been together for only a few moons, though he did learn recently that she'd had his kits. Ones that had passed away all but one, which had survived and come looking for him.


Sitting before him was probably the only other cat in the clan that had valued him as something other than a warrior. It had been part of the reason he'd stopped being a spy when she'd taken over the clan as it's leader. The other reason had been his kits. Vera E'tani had taken over the spies for some time and to keep the kits, that were no longer kits, safe, he'd sent them away. And without a second thought, a few moons later he too had left NightClan, the only home he'd ever known. Devilhorns may have suffered his whole life in NightClan but he can't say he would have made any different decisions, he had no regrets, something he could say in his old age.

"I have found Grandpaw, though he's now Grandsky, but not the other two yet." He almost dounted he would. Devilhorns had been lucky to find his oldest kit. With a smile showing a fondness many hadn't seen on him, ever really, "He has a mate now, Lostbutterfly. He's happy." He wasn't so sure if he was happy, he thought so, but it'd been so long since he last felt happy that he wasn't sure.

"Thank you, it's lovely but it'll take some time getting use to the new clan and it's territory. How is NightClan?" He hadn't heard much since he left and was curious how his birth clan was doing. He was almost worried for them, becuase he wouldn't be there to know things for himself. Things like if a cat died or kittings or anything. Devilhorns had been born and raised in teh clan and now he wasn't apart of it, it was a weird feeling hut it was almost good too. Good to get away from it all.

BUt there would be cats he missed. He couldn't call any of them friends but they'd been comrades, clanmates, denates. Cats he could trust (maybe) to be on his side in a fight if needed. Now he was just in a whole new territory, literlly and figuratively. The tom wasn't sure how'd he'd adjust and if he ever would.

(sorry work is a butt, I've been a bit busy XP)

Burningstar nodded, "Well, NightClan is doing well. My new deputy Larkwing is a wonderful second in command. He has much to learn still but I think he will make a fine leader after me." she said with a purr. "I feel confident in my choice. I've adopted 5 kits, they're all sweethearts really. Bonfirekit is a little shy, but he'll get more confident with time. Ironkit and the others are also sweethearts, but some cats are a bit put off by their looks unfortunately. Their bottom teeth stick out a bit, like," She gestured under her muzzle to where her four new adopted kits teeth jutted out. "But, i love them. My mate Lindon and I have yet to have some of our own. But I'm happy with all my adopted kits." she said with a laugh. "The clan over all is doing well... We recently wrapped up our alliance with SunClan and BrookClan..." she admited trailing off a bit. Her greatest shame. The things that had happened during that alliance. She should've taken a much more active role to avoid the infractions made against the imprisoned cats. "So we're doing well."

Out from the snow leaped a white she-cat, missing her mark on a mouse and attempting to give chase. Cannalily still wasn't in top form after her illness, and was still working towards regaining her strength, but things were not improving fast enough. As the mouse escaped her sight, she let out a sigh. That mouse was going to be for Larkwing since he had fallen ill...

She wouldn't give up, though. If her mother taught her one thing, it was to never give up and keep going towards your goals even if they seem presently unrealistic. Cannalily felt a renewed sense of self and began to look for another lead on prey, but then realized she was right next to Burningstar and.... Devilhorns?! She made her presence known as she approached the pair.

"Burningstar? Devilhorns?" She asked, bounding up like an excitable kit.

Cannalily was too distracted by Devilhorns' apparent aliveness to misconstrue a smile.

"You're alive! That's so good! I was worried because you disappeared, I was hoping you wouldn't be hurt!" She spoke at a mile a minute, classic Cannalily. She cared too much about every cat she came across. It was going to tear her apart some day. She seemed to pick up his scent now. "Huh? MoonClan? Are they... Did they kidnap you?!"

"It's good to see you as well Cannalily. No, they have not kidnapped me as Burningstar has said. I've joined my son here, found quiet a surprise when I did. Apparently, he's the Lunar Guard captain now." A fond smile was on the old tom's face, but filled with pride nontheless. Devilhorns had never been a prideful cat, but when it had come to his kits, he'd bragged about them as much as he could from his position as a spy of course. Giving his full attention to Burningstar, "I hope there is love between the two of you." He hadn't meant to be blunt, especially infront of another, but he'd lived most of his life without his love and did not wish to see that happen to another. Devilhorns had seen what companionship could do to one when it wasn't based upon love and equal standing, something he'd been blessed to have even it if it had only been for a few moons in his early years.