WILLOW HAD NO IDEA where she was when she woke up. Actually, the feeling in itself was familiar. During the moons they had been away from the brokewoods, her sisters and her had taken shelter at a wide array of places, seldom staying in one for more than seven nights. They key difference between those wakings and this one, though, was that they never returned to any of those other places more than once. But this place she had woken in before, in what felt like a lifetime ago. "Not me. I made mine huge. Riverfur and Treepaw helped me add heaps of grass." "No, really? I wonder why that is."