Breezepad's Journey isn't that important, but I feel that I should interest you with excerpts from it. The following are only the really important parts; starting with Wispysmoke's burial.

Breezepad walked solemnly through the pouring rain and downcast skies. He had just buried Wispysmoke's body back by the woods. He had found his body only two days after he had left the barn, and Wispysmoke had been found mangled and bloody, apparently he had fought with a fox. Breezepad peered through the raindrops, but he decided that he should stop for the night.

And then finding an abandoned pup…

Breezepad heard a rustle in the bushes, followed by a whine. Curious, Breezepad sat up and twitched his ears, trying to find the source of the sound. When it sounded again, Breezepad detected it towards some holly bushes. Pushing through a bit hesitantly, Breezepad was greeted by a series of small, pitiful howls that erupted from a tiny Dalmatian pup. Breezepad sniffed it, and then without any regret, he picked it up gently and set it by a patch of warm grass he had managed to find.

The pup's first catch…

"Look, Uncle!" Clara said excitedly. She proudly held up a brown baby rabbit. "I caught a bunny!" Breezepad looked sadly at it, and then calmly explained that respectable dogs didn't hunt baby animals. Clara looked regretful, and her tail drooped. "Maybe we should hold a little bunny funeral, and bury him." Clara suggested tentatively. Breezepad smiled and said, "No, that would be wasteful. You can eat it, but remember to say your grace." Clara crouched down and said, "Praise StarClan for the meal I'm about to receive, and thank you for providing it for me."

Scenting the pack…

"Uncle!" Clara called. She was older now, her glossy spotted pelt glistening. "Uncle, guess what I scented?" Breezepad pricked his ears in faint interest. "What?" Clara's eyes narrowed in thought. "It was a dog scent, except I could smell lots of dogs. They all had the same, piney scent." Breezepad leapt to his feet and howled with joy, "Clara! You found FlamePack!"

Trespassing…

Barks, whimpers, and growls encircled the group of dogs as they tussled over the grassy earth. Two were Breezepad and Clara, the others, a cocker spaniel and a golden retriever. "What are you doing on our territory, loners?" The golden retriever growled as she slashed her claws down Breezepad's already scarred face. "Lightfoot?" He said, unblinking, and unflinching from her fierce blow. Stopping as if dead, Lightfoot's face went blank. "Breezepad?"

Questions…

It was later that night, in an empty FlamePack clearing. "Where have you been?" Lightfoot said. "You promised you'd come back soon…and it seems like forever!" Breezepad blinked. "I did?" Flames sprung in Lightfoot's eyes. "You don't even remember." Breezepad looked forlorn. "No, I don't. I lost my memory, along with my dignity." He tried to hide his scarred face, but Lightfoot pushed his paw away with her nose and licked the ugly wound. "I love you." She said simply. "I love you too." Breezepad murmured.

Becoming a Warrior…

"Breezepad, I say before the power of SkyPack. You have grown over the past seasons and it is time for you to become a Warrior." He turned toward Autumleaf. "Go fetch Breezepad's bone. "Breezepad wondered what his bone would look like. It had by far been in a leader's den for the longest time in history. Breezepad's mind snapped back into attention as Sootmuzzle was passed over the bone. "Breezepad, I give you the ceremonial bone. "Over the time it has been in my den it has had scratches of many different things. From the scratches a future has been drawn. Breezepad from now on, you shall be called Breezeheart. With your determination and care of those surrounding you it will build up your strength to protect your Pack."

Visiting the Nursery…

"Clearpaw!" Breezeheart called out to his apprentice. "Yes, uncle?" Clearpaw asked. "We're going to the clearing to train. Do you mind if I check on Lightfoot first?" When Clearpaw shook her head and smiled, he bounded over to the nursery and was greeted by pattering paws. Five bodies were hurled at him. "Daddy!" They squealed. Breezeheart said, "Let's settle down now." When they were calmer, Breezeheart said, "O.K., role call!" The voices choroused, "Eaglepup!" "Pinepup!" "Gingerpup!" "Foxpup!" "Wolfpup!" They all piped up. Breezeheart reached down and licked them each on the head. "I love you all." He said proudly and lovingly.

((That's where it ends. It was a great story to write, and I hope you liked it. What happens next…you decide.))

Sincerely,

:MOOSEY: