Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

@Keres :)

 The golden warrior had recently met the only man that had a connection with the clans and also experienced first hand the wrath of the bitter Skyclan. Now he had an objective, for what was a passing suggestion became a commitment, and that was to rebuild the clans, his life, his legacy. However, he was certain that there weren't many here that were of clan history and thus could not fully reconstruct what he knew. If he was really going to do this, he needed to come up with some way to integrate clan philosophy into the new clan so that newcomers could understand. After all, the Warrior Code is what kept the clans in check, well, most of the time.

But it was the best thing he could do.

The lean male had a long way to go, not only did he have to find wolves that were willing, he had to find a place that felt like all the memories of the clan could be lived. But where? He had managed to find himself in the plains and immediately felt homesick, but alas, the plains were more of Windclan where the rabbits run free and there are no trees in sight. Goldenwind stalked through the grass with his shoulders moving in a brisk pace as he tried to find a better alternative.