Sometimes Silverpaw wondered if he was really cut out to be a SunClan tom. He’d managed to make it to his apprenticehood, that he was proud of, but his interactions with Darksonata, the struggle of his training, even how hard he had to work just to try and get the tom to agree to be his mentor… though, even with that thought, had he even really agreed? The tom hadn’t said anything, merely led him on a wild goose chase. Bitterness festered in his heart. He had always tried to see the silver lining of every situation, but when did it cross the line between attempting to give the benefit of the doubt and beating a dead horse? Silverpaw was tired of fighting so hard for people who ultimately only led him on because they found it to be good sport. It had happened over and over again in his young life, and if he let it continue to happen throughout the rest of his seasons?

The tom shook his head. No. Perhaps he needed to leave, then. Not just remove himself from every toxic situation, but find himself a home where he could flourish instead of find himself walking in circles. He frowned. He had never met anyone from any other clan. The only reason he knew about them was because of talk between the warriors who had gone to the gatherings and had met others from the neighboring clans. The apprentice bit his lip. He couldn’t just walk off into the middle of nowhere and hope for the best, could he? He’d wind up walking into the same toxic situation he found himself time and time again.