Brightriver was scared to death. She had been knocked out and then woke up in a strange meadow. "So you're finally awake" said her uncle. She was surprised at the sight of her uncle. She scowled at him and stood up. "Follow me." he said in a commanding voice. She was surrounded by warriors so she nodded in agreement. They walked and walked and walked for a long time until they finally reached a waterfall. She saw the stallion named Wirewing. Wirewing nodded and all the warriors left to return to the herd. "So, I understand you are Flamewing's daughter. Correct?" She answered with a simple nod. He looked at her in an odd way. "I sense something like a great power inside of you. I think you can be very useful to me" She reared and when her front hooves touched the ground it was like the earth shook in fear. Sorry if it was a little boring, but here it is so... yeah!

Mossfire tore out of the Trap with more speed than he had ever shown before. It was exhilarating. The wind on his face, and the clouds in his mossy mane. He flew over the trap and Snow Herd territory, with his herdmates trailing behind him, grasping his tail to keep up. He landed in the Vein, calling out to his relatives. A dozen pegasi leaped out of the trees. Some had plants growing instead of a coat, and others had tree branches sticking out of their mane, like antlers. Still more carried wooden legs, and some more had branches curling around themselves. They all saw Mossfire's mossy mane and his wooden wings. They followed him into the air without a word. He looked back, saying to his herdmates, "Isn't this great?" but he didn't see them anywhere. Just then, they passed over Snow Herd territory, and he saw three small figures the colors of his friends cornered by Snow Herd steeds. Mossfire dropped down, leaving his kin to finish the journey alone. "I'm coming!" he called and used his hard wings to knock the warriors back. He took his friends into the sky with him, and this time, they kept pace. The four steeds landed in a clearing, where the other tree-pegasi were grazing. Mossfire looked around him, at the wooden pegasi, at the Snow Herd fillies, and he realized. He had a herd. "We are Forest Herd," he announced, and no one objected.

Mossfire, Ashfeather, Stormflight, and Graystripe balked at the sight of the wooden steed. They turned, ready to run, but the pegasus didn't move. Finally, Ashfeather relaxed. "It's a statue," she said. The others turned back. Mossfire stepped closer. He exchanged breath with the stallion. "What is he doing?" Stormflight whispered to the other Snow Herd foals. "I don't know," Graystripe whispered back. They watched the wooden-winged pegasus traipse around the statue. Suddenly, the statue moved toward Mossfire. Even he couldn't help but paw at the ground in surprise. The statue, or wooden stallion, or whatever it was, opened its mouth and began to speak. "I am Treewing," the stallion said. "You are my colt," he said, addressing Mossfire. "I-I am?" Mossfire asked. "Yes," Treewing answered. "You will find all of my descendants in the Vein, and bring them here." Mossfire didn't seem surprised that there were more of his kind. He nodded, and, at once, took off, pulling the Snow Herd foals behind him.