( pLuto Honeystorm racer )

Buttercupkit blinked open her turquoise eyes, morning light filtering into the nursery. It was not yet sunhigh but the sun was high enough into the sky. She had slept in, she should have been awake by now. She climbed out of her nest, stretching each leg in turn and blinking the sleep away. Her mother's scent was stale again. She figured that her mother must be out again. She rarely ever saw her mother since she was part of the Immortal Council, she seemed to always be too busy for her. Windchaser would come home to feed her and love on her but then would be gone for hours. Buttercupkit didn't mind though. She had her siblings and the other kits in the nursery. But best of all, it was easier for her to sneak out of camp. She hadn't done it before but she has been seriously thinking about it. Perhaps today would be the day. As she slipped out of the nursery, the camp was nearly empty. It was beautiful day out and she figured that everyone was out of camp, enjoying the day. Although the sun was a hot, there was a cool breeze flowing in from the moor. The moor. She thought. She hasn't seen the moor but she heard that it was rich with prey and Dayclan's soul ground.

The small ginger tabby kit scanned the camp. The other queens were napping in the sunlight while the other kits were finding a bug fascinating. This is my chance. She knew she would have to be extra careful when she escaped. If the camp was empty, that meant everyone was out of camp. But she heard that the moor had long golden grass which would make it easier for her to hide, especially since her fur was a ginger and gold color. She would blend in!

Taking one last look around the camp, she squeezed into the dirt place. She knew there was an exit in there from her times scouting the camp for her escape. She slipped through the tiny path between the great stone architect that surrounded the camp. She first emerged in the forest, a flowing stream nearby. A large beast sipped at the water. It was big and brown with antlers that stretched out to mimic branches. Her eyes widened, it was huge! She gulped and backed away, ready to spring back into the camp if it charged her. Snap! She had stepped on a twig. Her heart pounded as the beast lifted it head, perking its ears in the direction of Buttercupkit. She could have sworn that this was the day she would die. But instead of the beast charging her, it spun around and bounced away, similar to a rabbit. The kit breathed a sigh of relief as the last of its white bobbed tail disappeared into the bushes. She sniffed the air but couldn't detect anything. There were so many smells but yet it all blended together in the smell of the forest. How does anyone pick up any scent out here? She wondered. She crept forward, eyes wide as she took in the beauty of the forest but also keeping a look out for any warriors or anything that may appear to be dangerous. 

After travelling several fox-lengths, she arrived at the edge of the forest. Her breath caught in her throat as land of golden grass stretched before her, just like the stories. Wind buffeted her fur, nearly knocking her over. Whoa! The Moor! Excitement bubbled inside as she threw herself into the long grass. It was amazing! But as the grass stretched skyward, she realized that she couldn't see above them. How could she detect danger if she couldn't see? She decided to shrug it off and kept going, finding small rabbit trails and following those. She came to a fence with little thorns sticking out of it. On the other side, stood huge beasts, bigger than the one she saw in the forest and it looked slightly different. These ones didn't have horns and they were all different colors with long hairy tails. Suddenly, the creatures shot their heads up and started running, their hooves hitting the ground, making the earth shake. They're going to trample me! She thought, her heart racing again. She took off in a sprint, in an attempt to escape even though the creatures couldn't cross the fence. As she ran, she suddenly came upon these huge birds that made weird clucking noises. The closest one was sitting on eggs. When it saw Buttercupkit, it ran after her, pecking at her bottom. Buttercupkit squeaked as a sharp beak pecked her hindquarters. She ran screaming until she bumped into something soft. She feared it was another creature going to kill her but when she looked up, it was a cat! But no cat she had seen before. This cat wasn't one of her clanmates.