Whitemoon had walked all the way down from SouthClan in search of Runepaw. He thought that maybe if he gave it one more try he could find his former best friend. He looked out into the distance. He had swam all the way to this island, the one that all the cats had said was a safe place. He still hadn't found Runepaw.
He didn't know what could have happened to him. It had been such a long time, and it could be safe to assume that he was dead. But Whitemoon didn't want to give up the hope that one day he could find Runepaw and convince him to come back to the Clan.
He sighed. There were other cats here. Would they try to speak with him?