Smokewisp always wondered what went on beyond the borders of the four Clans…his life had always been in the forest, and he wanted to see what lay beyond with his own eyes—through his own experience.
Smokewisp stayed wide awake so that when everyone was asleep, he could sneak away yonder. His mother, Petalcloud, would surely be worried sick though. He looked similar to her, dark gray fur with very light gray splotches all over their pelts, and a pink nose with little gray splotches on them, too. He would miss his siblings too on his journey. Leopardspots, Hazelfur, and Ashpelt. Leopardspots was known for her sharp tongue, and Hazelfur was known for her loving-kindness. Ashpelt was sort of in between. There was also his love, Nightcloud. She was born precisely one moon after he was, but he loved her so much. She was now his mate, and the last thing that he wanted to do was leave her, but this was something he had to do. She would forgive him no matter what, he was sure.
He crept out into the night, using the moons and the stars light to guide him through bramble thickets and around huge oak trees. Quite a while later, he had gone past the borders, towards the direction they had come from so many moons ago. All four of the clans had left the home they had always known, back in the forest where the Twolegs had taken over their territory. He was born here, and he had never seen it before. All of the cats that had lived there still seemed to ache for it when they spoke about it. He went in that direction for a while, and then found some shelter in an old rabbit hole that hadn't been used in ages. He would hunt in the morning. His head nodded and he was reassured that he would encounter the adventure he had always wished for very, very soon…