Lionkit sneaked out of camp, excited. Taking her first step out of camp, she gazed around. Everything was so hudge! Lionkit continued on, swaying her fluffy tail back and forth. Since her her fur was brown, she blended into the grass pretty well. Her legs started hurting, but she continued on, wanting to see more.
When she was near the middle of the territory, a drop hit her head. She looked up as more started to fall. It didn't take long before the rain was pouring heavily. Lionkit backed up, trying to go back in the direction back to camp, but she found it all looked the same. "Foxleap!" she wailed, wanting to go home now. In the distance, she heard a weird noise. Then she heard it again, closer, and closer, until she saw a large, shaggy beast come charging at her. It's long fur brushed the ground, and it's long slobbery tounge hang out. Her eyes grew wide, and she scrambled to turn, taking off as fast as her little paws could take her.
She ran and ran as the animal chased her, and she was tiring out. After a little bit, the beast was snapping at her tail. She wailed, and stumbled, falling down a large hill, tumbling down it in a whirl wind to a new type of land, a land she didn't know was called RiverClan.