Midnight could hear her tears shatter on the ground as she ran. It was like her own father was her enemy; tracking her down, shattering her dreams. As midnight ran into the forest, she began to miss starfire. He was the only friend she had. Her paws ached and her paw pads were badly cut but she continued running, every now and again, she would leave a crimson paw print on a stone. Her dark grey cheeks looking black as her crystalline tears drenched them and her red eyes looking tiered and vainy. She was too young to be running away; too young to even be out of the nursery! But midnight is a strong kit. She would happily live alone, just herself and her coming insanity.

As the small kit continued to run, the blood on her paw pads stained her pads black, the black goop started to spread slowly but as her paws drummed against the stone, the pressure stopped it to spread further. Midnight ran past the border and into thunderclan territory, not knowing the dangers that Lay ahead on the path of her journey.

Windpaw perked her ears, hearing a sound. A crying kit and its footsteps as it ran. It sounded like the kit was right next to her. "Treepaw, can you hear that?" She turned her head towards her friend who frowned in confusion.
"Hear what?"
"The kit!"
"What kit?" Windpaw sighed, giving up.
"Nevermind."

Goldenpaw crouched by the river, staring into the crystalline water with intensity. A fish flashed past and she eagerly scooped it out, giving it a swift killing bite. She dropped it onto the pile, seven fish now there.

Silverpaws scent rapidly dissapeared, leaving her familiar, dull scent with her. She padded towards Sunningrocks, knowing that her friend would be there. "Hey goldenpaw, skullstar wants us back at camp now" she mewed as she padded towards her.