Dawnlark Plains I am not throwin' away my shot

Silvermist wondered if it was Starclan that brought the two together - to say that some still lived from their original homes. Though that idea would have been easy for anyone to deduce - not everyone from each of the clans would have died. A good few of them would have been able to flee. Silvermist and Goldenwind were just lucky enough to meet one another. He would like to call it Starclan that caused it. Maybe they still were looking down upon the wolves that once called the lake their home. 

Home. That word left behind a pang that Silvermist tried his best to ignore. There was no way he could return there. Not in this life, or any other. Silvermist would only live once, though. No more no less. Until he went to Starclan himself and was able to watch his kin from the stars, too. 

"...How many do you think escaped?" He asked hesitantly.