Okay, I updated this chapter to make it a little more realistic.

Raykit reached down to her paw and pulled out a thorn, shrieking in pain. She had surprisingly made her way to the other side of the brambles, but she had suffered serious consequences. Her golden fur was covered in thorns and the pain was unbearable. Every time she pulled out a thorn, the pain just seemed to get even worse.

She had just barely managed moving away from the brambles so the warriors wouldn't hear her. Raykit continued to pull out thorns, wincing with each one. After what seemed like a decade, she finally had out all the thorns that she could reach, but the pain didn't stop.

Maybe I should have waited, she thought. It would have been much less painful that way. But it was too late now. Going back was out of the question for this battered lion. Her punctured skin was aching, and she most likely wouldn't survive another run through the brambles, even with the medicine cat's help afterwards.

Raykit stumbled out into the forest. She wasn't really sure what she could do in her condition, but at least she could move. So she kept moving, making sure to avoid any sharp objects.

As she tumbled deeper and deeper, she began to have regrets. She thought maybe she should go to the entrance of the camp, but the problem was that she didn't know where the camp was anymore. Not knowing what else to do, she simply kept going. After a while, the sun began to set in a beautiful orange, violet, pink, and yellow sky. Night was approaching and with leaf bare not far behind, the night was going to be cold. Very cold.

Raykit didn't have this knowledge, so she continued to travel through the forest, getting weaker and weaker. Finally her tiny body could take no more and she collapsed, panting from so much effort. She was now officially helpless. If any hungry night predator came along, she would make an easy snack.

"I just want to go home!" she cried out loud. She was helpless, hungry, upset, tired, and in terrible pain. As if the conditions couldn't get any worse, a drop of water landed on her forehead. She looked up and saw dark, threatening, clouds drifting over the sky. The gray clouds began to let loose hundreds and hundreds of raindrops. They fell from the night sky and splattered onto the ground.

The soaked, scrawny lion dragged herself under a large oak tree, which provided some protection from the storm. Raykit suddenly remembered something that Flowerblossom had meowed when she saw her kits wrestling roughly. "Oh StarClan, please help them."

And just like that, they had stopped fighting and started licking each other instead.

Who was StarClan? She wondered despite her miserable condition. Maybe if I ask them to help me, then I'll be saved. But in the conditions she was in, she didn't know how she could be saved.

It's worth a try, she decided. Raykit gazed into the dark sky and for the first time, she actually took interest in the stars. They were gorgeous, and appeared to be brighter then ever.

StarClan…

"Please help me StarClan!" she wailed into the night sky.

Just then a flash of lightning broke the calm and peace, providing a moment of light. In that moment, Raykit spotted better shelter. There was a cliff that rose off the ground. In the cliff was a small, dark hole. Right before the brightness left, she locked her eyes on the target. Then, in the pitch black, she scrambled into it.

Yes! She thought. Thank you, StarClan! She was no longer being simultaneously splattered with rain. It was a small comfort. She had just solved one of her problems, but she was still miserable.

Raykit curled into a tight ball and fell asleep.

…

As she slept heavily, a brown cat with white spots followed by a black cat and a silver tabby noticed her. He gestured towards her and the silver tabby bent over and grabbed her by the scruff. The three cats disappeared into the dark forest.