Over the past couple of days, Flykit had been itching to leave camp. He looked for any chance to get out, whether it was okay with the warrior code or not. Mostly every chance he did find, he got caught. But not this time! Flykit had successfully escaped camp, and bounded all the way through the long grassy fields, mostly hidden beneath the grass. Flykit wasn't concerned with any dangers that might be waiting for him. While there were many, he seemed to be either oblivious or apathetic toward them. Flykit had wandered on so far, humming to himself and making clicking noises with his tongue, that he eventually reached a rather spooky area. Well, spooky at least to a young kitten venturing out of camp for the first time. There were high and mighty trees casting shade everywhere, small dead trees with tangled branches, and the undergrowth was thick and a lot different than the open grass he was used to. And it was quiet. But none of that was enough to make Flykit turn tail and run off before anyone noticed his absence. There was a whole mixture of different scents all around, and Flykit assumed that meant he was at a border. He didn't know which border. Odd. "Everyone made borders seem so much more intense." He commented aloud. And with that, he stepped over into ThunderClan territory.
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