Wave sped uneasily through the separate Thunderpaths. She was not used to it, or the stench that clung to its blackened skin. She coughed as the smog invaded her nostrils. "ThunderClan, where are you?" she mewed between coughs.
All the blackness and the blinding lights… it was too much. Wave felt herself getting dizzier. But she trudged onward, finally managing to escape through the dozens of separate Thunderpaths.
She took another look around, her pelt covered in smoke and asphalt grains. Her fur was matted, and she was dusty.
She shook herself. But her eyes widened with a new fear. How was she supposed to get back? She looked around for hints. Anything.
All hope seemed to be lost until she spotted a certain monster. On its sides, a familiar group of trees and streams were shown. They looked like… Wave widened her eyes. ThunderClan's forest! She recognized their Sunningrocks, which was printed right there.
Perhaps this truck was heading there! She kept her eyes locked on it, hopeful. A Twoleg was packing something in the back of the monster. Another was near the eyes of it, and soon, the monster began to rumble.
Wave had to get in without being noticed. It was her only hope. She slid down to the nearest tree, and kept her gaze on the opened monster.
The Twoleg didn't see nor hear her. It just finished placing everything inside. This was her only chance!
She sped her way through, and leaped into the crates located inside. She panted with the effort, and hid behind one. She was hidden in the shadows. The Twoleg, as it closed the monster, didn't notice.
Wave breathed slowly and quietly. Her usually silky fur was ruffled intensely. She puffed in some breath, and she stayed as quiet as she could. She heard about how cruel these Twolegs can be from her ThunderClan friends.
"Tribe of Endless Hunting," she prayed, "Guide me back to ThunderClan camp." She closed her eyes.
But they were opened a minute later by a rough lurch of the monster itself. She gasped, surprised by the impact, and she slammed against the steel wall.
There was some mumbling coming from the other side of the truck. Wave turned her injured head to see. They were shouted, and muttering harshly, and in their hand they held a white sheet. On it, a picture of a bee stood.
She guessed they were talking about the bees in the forest. Is that why the truck existed? To get rid of the bees? She hoped so.
Wave drew in another deep breath, and settled herself along the crate. Her eyes reeled with exhaustion. The world dimmed and blurred. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.