The grass was grassy. He didn't know what he'd expected, but perhaps he shouldn't have hoped to be so amazed. Not that it wasn't amazing... His mother would die of fright if she knew he was out here -- especially after that huge thing had attacked the camp. Peanutkit had seen it. It had been really big and, he thought, maybe it had been kind of dangerous. But Peanutkit wasn't so worried. Why should he? The cream tabby tom kit was more worried about his grandmother. It was really uncool that they didn't have Rubykit anymore, though to be honest, he couldn't really remember her all that well. His mother had made him promise he didn't go far in camp without her or his father... but Peanutkit hadn't actually promised -- he'd changed the subject. And anyway, this wasn't camp.
It felt kind of good to be alone, though there wasn't anyone to talk to. He might as well talk to himself. The sights were pretty though, he reflected, though they'd probably get kind of boring once he was an apprentice and was out here all the time, but for right now... "This is cool. I like the wind." He wondered if maybe Rubykit and their evil grandmother had gone this way.