Violet eyes looked sadly at the camp's entrance, looking for the pale, striped pelt of the missing kit, either being carried by a warrior or walking alongside them.
The dark cat had done this sad, bittersweet ritual since her friend went missing, after countless unsuccessful attempts, most of the Clan had given up hope of finding their missing Clanmate.
One of the few cats that hadn't lost hope was Shadowpaw. Longing for the kit, who she considered her only friend, filled her with a sadness she'd never known. The apprentice couldn't bear to be around the kits anymore.
Instead of letting her sadness get the best of her, the young she-cat threw herself into her training, impressing her mentor and fellow apprentices with her unbreakable determination. Every time she snuck out or otherwise did something the Clan would consider 'rebellious', she thought of Snakekit. Both had never liked rules, although Shadowpaw reluctantly followed them anyway and begrudgingly vouched for the ones that kept kits in camp every time the restless kit would complain. It was the reason they were such good friends. The lonely she-cat often thought of her friend, more specifically where she was….
The pale she-kit's orange eyes widened in awe at thelarge, moonlit clearing she'd found herself in. It was filled with small, star-shaped flowers, dancing gently in the slight breeze she far as her eyes could see in every direction. Snakekit gasped as the passed over a single flower, making it shimmer brilliantly and look like it was sent down from FireClan themselves. She stared, transfixed, unaware she was being pulled under and squeaking as her sightilluminated from the endless, frightening blackness of unconsciousness to near blinding violets, greens, oranges and reds all too bright. The kit was stunned, to in awe of the bright, vibrant, mind-blowing colors, colors that shouldn't exist in the brightness presented to her. The brightness dulled, but the kit could feel she wasn't back to reality yet, she saw two rows of lush trees guarding a worn-down stone path.
'It's the path home', She realized vaguely.
The image faded again to reveal to dark cats—a beautiful she-cat and a handsome, strong, powerful tom—embracing. She felt a vague sense of recognition, but couldn't place who they were. The image once again changed, this time showing a curved black object with sleek thin silver strips accompanied by the scent of something earthy and wild. Next to the object lay a small, dark blue flower.
'An Iris',She realized again. The kits head swum as her vison returned to normal. She lay down, collected herself, the colors and images dulled, hazy, almost dreamlike. After a long time, she rose to her paws and started the journey home.
Snakekit snuggled into Shadowpaw's thick fur, excited, rhythmic purrs soothing her to sleep. Once again warm and snug with her friend.