Golden tendrils stretched throughout the sky as the sun was just beginning to peek its head over the flowery fields of Springclan, and with it woke the silver tom. It was odd for him to wake this early, as normally he was one to sleep until the clan worried he had died, but he had a mission. It had been quite a few moons since Shatteredreign had decided to call the beautiful lands his home, which was still an odd feeling to him. Until he came to Springclan, he was never really welcomed anywhere, whether by others or just by feeling like an outsider on his own. Thus, it had become habit for him to hide his belongings somewhere that he believed others wouldn't be able to find them until he had found a place that he wanted to stay, and so far he had simply just been bringing them with him in his moving, just to hide them again. Now, though, maybe he would bring them closer. Springclan had begun to feel like home to the young tom, and the antiques he had collected could finally find their own place to belong.

So, with a deep yawn and grogginess still in his every movement, he made his way out of the den, ever so cautious to not disturb the others that were sleeping yet. Although Shatteredreign was a heavy sleeper, that didn't mean others would appreciate him noisily stumbling around when it was barely even daylight out. Once he was safely out of the den, he took a few moments to try to clear the sleep from his vision, unsure if it was supposed to be so blurry in the morning. The fresh dew on the grass was weird beneath his paws as he walked through the slight mist to the edge of camp, trying to recall the map in his mind of where he had hidden his treasures this time. I think I buried them by a flower field, he sleepily thought. Or was it by a cherry blossom tree.

He stared out into the territory beyond, which was full of both flowers and trees, even with leafbare last approaching, and shrugged. This was why he had woken up early, wasn't it? Heaving a sigh, Shatteredreign began his trek into the lands before him.