Whitekit and Vixenkit had dragged her out of the Nursery before she could even open her mouth to argue, shoving her behind the structure. "Okay, now you can yell at us," Vixenkit meowed.
"Are you two kidding me?!" Covekit hissed. "Warriors are stealing kits and you want to sneak out of camp?"
"We should be fine as long as we stay in our territory," Whitekit argued.
"And don't you want to see the territory?" Vixenkit meowed. "Being stuck in camp all day is boring."
"Well, yeah, but-"
"So you agree!" Whitekit meowed.
"I didn't-"
"Let's go!" Her littermates herded her out from behind the Nursery and into the dirtplace, leading and pushing her through the underground tunnel there. It seemed to last forever, but the kits emerged from the tunnel and looked around.
All that Covekit could see was wheat and heather. It surrounded her on all sides, and criss crossed over her head. It cast intricate shadows over the ground and on the kits pelts. Whitekit and Vixenkit seemed in awe of their surroundings, but Covekit didn't really feel anything. She padded forward. I'm out here already, she thought. Maybe The View will be cool.
Her dark blue eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, while she could hear her two littermates acting a bit lost behind her. The wheat and heather hid them from anything that was coming their way, but she still felt a bit uneasy. "How can you see where you're going, Covekit?" Whitekit asked.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder at her littermates. "You can't?" she asked.
"Well, we can," Vixenkit meowed, "But not really well."
She shrugged. "I dunno, maybe you just have to wait a bit longer?"
"Then you're our navigator for now." Covekit nodded, looking back in front of her and padding forward. The kits traveled forwards in silence. The blue-gray and cream she-cat turned her eyes to the nearly full moon for a heartbeat.
"Hey…" Whitekit spoke up, "Do either of you two know how to get back to camp?" Silence.
"Brackenflight did say it was easy to get lost," Covekit meowed.
"This is eventful," Vixenkit mewed.
"And I can't say that I'm having a good time," Covekit added flatly.
"Don't you like the territory?" Vixenkit asked, padding a bit faster to catch up with her littermate. The other she-kit shrugged.
"It's a little confining," she complained. Whitekit scoffed.
"It's perfect!" he meowed. He raced forward, not caring about his sight troubles at the moment. Vixenkit took off after him with Covekit at her heels. The three kits were speeding through the territory, doing zig zags, loops, whatever they wanted to do. Peals of laughter filled the silence of the night that was only illuminated by the moon. They were panting, and collapsed on top of each other for a break, happily confiding to each other that they were lost.
"Better?" Vixenkit asked, turning over to look at Covekit better.
"A… a bit," Covekit panted.
Whitekit shrugged lazily. "Better than… nothing."
The blue-gray and cream she-kit turned her eyes to the sky, but not before they were caught by something that was sticking out of the ground like it was reaching for Silverpelt, begging for StarClan's attention. "Is that what I think it is?" Covekit asked, her breath regained.
Whitekit turned his head, following Covekit's gaze. "Uh…" Vixenkit raised her head.
"Yeah, it is!" she meowed, rising to her paws and making her way forward. "Follow me!" Covekit and Whitekit shared a look before following after their littermate. The closer to the boulder they got, the larger and more imposing it was. Vixenkit stopped at the bottom of the rock, craning her neck to see to the top. "It's The View!"
"I was right!" Covekit cheered. Whitekit stuck his tongue out at her before he bunched his muscles, leaping, but he couldn't reach the first ledge and fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Covekit asked, leaning over her littermate.
"I'm fine," he grunted out. "Just in pain is all."
"Walk it off," Vixenkit encouraged. Covekit took a few pawsteps forwards, crouching low, her tail thrashing back and forth.
"You're gonna fall," Whitekit meowed.
"I wanna try," Covekit mewed, leaping for the first ledge. Her paws just barely caught on it, and she pulled herself up with a grunt. She leapt to the next ledge, which was closer than the first one. She looked down at the ground to see Vixenkit's and Whitekit's wide eyes. "Come on, I want to see the territories!" Covekit leapt for the next ledge. One of her paws caught it: she put her other forepaw on it and pulled herself up. Finally, she leapt to the top, panting.
The sight took her breath away. It was just like she had heard in the story: she could easily imagine View and some of his followers on the top of The View, watching as water rippled off the pool the cats gathered around in the center their territories, that just so happened to be on a hill. To her left was DustClan: wind blew the sand up from the ground and into the air, making it look like it was doing a complicated dance that no living thing could ever hope to recreate. To her right, was FogClan: lush green grass was glittering with dew, along with spread out dark colored trees that glittered in the moonlight. A river separated ViewClan and FogClan territory, and every territory was tinted silver in the moonlight.
Covekit didn't hear Vixenkit appear next to her on the rock, and a few heartbeats later, Whitekit joined them. "Whoa," Vixenkit meowed. "Look at ViewClan." Covekit looked over her shoulder. Each individual strand of heather, wheat, and horsetail was silver. The wind made the strands move like waves, and she could see the small hills in their land.
"This is amazing," Whitekit meowed. Covekit nodded in agreement, too in awe to speak. The kits lost track of time, until eventually and reluctantly, the kits made their way off of The View and onto the ground.