He flicked his ears against a chill that hung in the air, letting the snow that had collected on his white pelt melt into it. The large tom padded through the forest he was now to call his home. And though he could feel an ache tugging at his heart, Ghostmemory knew there was nothing left for him back where he grew up. Not for him, and not for Opaldust. He frowned slightly, glancing back in the direction of the Camp. He often wondered if she missed her old home; her mother, his sister. His chest wrenched painfully, and he shook it off. Of course she did. But those days were gone, and they had to continue living in the present.

He continued for a few more paces, before pausing to look up at a fissure of cliffs, leading up and up until it almost looked as if it were holding the clouds. It was a long ways up; but it was something that he wanted to challenge himself with. Besides, it offered as a good distraction. The large tom readied his muscles, and leaped upwards, grabbing a pawhold on a ledge and hauling himself up. Repeating this a couple of times, he finally glanced down at the ground below. If he'd have been afraid of heights, he would definitely not be enjoying himself.

But he felt amazing just then, a smile tugging at his maw as he gazed at the trees, which were of equal height just then. Ghostmemory allowed himself to catch his breath from the tedious workout, wrapping his elegantly furled white tail over his paws. His good eye watched the clouds that drifted by. Or the way the previously bright blue sky was beginning to harbor a pale pink, and dusty light. Little stars decorated it here and there, with little lazy wisps of clouds stretching for miles on end