Owlstorm was rightfully concerned about the safety and well-being of those from the Clan he once lead, so it wasn't a surprise in the slightest that he offered to join Rainsong in the search for his remaining Clanmates who were lost in the cold, snowy landscape. Rainsong took the lead with Owlstorm just behind, fiery determination in every paw step the brown tom took. "This is where we last camped." Rainsong pointed out, nodding his head towards a group of torn and now dead bushes, a barely visible piece of rotting prey could be seen in the snow.
Owlstorm wore a thin grimace, whatever scents were here had faded away now, only the slightest stench of fox drifted in the air. "And you're sure this is the place, Rainsong?" Owlstorm inquired, staring at the gray tom inquisitively. "Absolutely, Owlstar." He mewed affirmatively, his head tilted in confusion as Owlstorm's grimace grew. "That life is behind me, Rainsong. I'm Owlstorm now," He corrected, padding further ahead of the warrior once he got a nod in reply.
"Sorry about that, Owlsta- storm," Rainsong stuttered, trotting a few paces to catch up with the fast moving deputy. "It's just still hard to adjust to this... new Clan." He admitted, Owlstorm tempted to mew agreement, but decided to stay silent. "At least you aren't the only one who came from GaleClan, I suppose that makes things a little easier?" He mewed, a surprised trill left his throat as Rainsong shook his head. "Quite the opposite, there's days where I wake up and think I'm in GaleClan again." Rainsong mewed somberly, sadly chuckling.
"I should get used to it eventually, Hazestar's a good leader and HazeClan is a great home. And like you said, that life is behind us now." He mewed, a forced grin on his face as he stared at Owlstorm before his direction was caught by a smell coming their way. Owlstorm caught it, nose twitching as the ever faint, but still recognizable, scent of GaleClan drifted in the wind. "They're this way, come on!" Owlstorm shouted, pelting through the snow with Rainsong at his side.
The two toms headed towards a copse of dead and fallen trees, in the distance a faint blank shape was seen sitting atop a fallen log, likely keeping watch over their stretch of land before it turned to stare towards the two warriors quickly making their way over and leaped off their lookout to cautiously approached the pair. However all caution was thrown to the wind when the black molly instantly recognized the pelts of her old Clanmates from GaleClan. "Owlstar, Rainsong!" Shadowripple shouted excitedly, running towards the pair and butting her head with theirs in greeting.
"Thank StarClan you're both safe." She mewed, Rainsong wincing at the use of 'StarClan' while Owlstorm flinched at the mention of his old name. "And what's happened to Twigstorm? Is he safe? How did you escape the foxes?" Rainsong mewed, interrogating the molly about how she and the ginger tom managed since they were last together. Owlstorm tuned them both out, watching quietly as Shadowripple told her tale while the orange head of Twigstorm peeked out nearby from the safety of a hollowed out log.
He was disappointed knowing that he offered them shelter in GaleClan after they lost IvyClan, and now they would have to join another Clan yet again. Owlstorm quickly barked the order for all of them to return home; the sooner the better.
He wouldn't fail anyone this time.