Ivory colored claws raked across stone as Pumpkinfire lifted his head and parted his jaws to drink in the crisp scents of the night. He and Lightstorm, followed by Candypaw, had traveled for days, aimlessly picking their way to the mountains. The three cats knew that there would be salvation for them there, but there was no way for them to know where the Tribe cats kept their camp. It felt as if it were moons ago since the tribe cat's culture fest, and it was harder to navigate the unfamiliar territory with the sun dipping below the trees.
Pumpkinfire paused to take a breath, glancing back at Lightstorm with with appreciation warming his chest. Pumpkinfire now knew that the white warrior left his home in Shadowclan to accompany him on his journey, and Pumpkinfire would forever be indebted to his friend. ”We can't stop now, we're so close!” He mewed, trying to sound optimistic. Pumpkinfire's pads were sore and cracked from all of the walking, and his exhaustion caused him to shrink back at the cry of a large bird circling overhead. Normally, Pumpkinfire would be more than happy to defend their caravan, but now, one swipe from a hawk's tallons would send Pumpkinfire flying. "Keep your eyes open for shelter, just in case we have to wait it out 'till morning." The tabby tom added, becoming more and more wry of the bird as it circled on. Pumpkinfire hoped a tribe cat would find them sooner rather than later, but at the same time, Pumpkinfire wasn't sure what he'd say once they were found.