Hold On[Solo]

It was getting dark. Palekit has wandered the Twolegplace for most of the day, and now his legs ached with a kind of tiredness he had never felt before. The sky was washed a deep purple, with orange streaks lashing out like splashes across the sky. The stars were beginning to show, sparkling above him like water. He had been told that the dead watched him from Starclan. Could they see him now? Starclan, please guide me home. The tabby wanted to flop down and sleep, but the scene with the rats replayed in his mind over and over again. Their eyes, black as the night yet glittering with malice, had shook him to the core. He wasn't ready to face them again. He was supposed to; he was almost the age where he would be made an apprentice. And yet, he hadn't been strong enough to even scratch them. He had just ran.

Palekit couldn't help but be reminded of his fight with Marigoldkit once. It had only been a moon ago, but now it felt like a seperate lifetime. He had been so confident in that fight, he had felt like a winner. But it was just games. Was he ever going to get out of this place? The sun had set, leaving him to the dark world. The tabby turned around yet another corner. He was shivering; his fur was too short for this kind of night wind. By this time he would be tucked in his mother's embrace, buried in her soft belly fur. Her tongue would run over his fur slowly until his eyelids began to droop. But now, however much his body ached, however much his eyelids drooped, he couldn't stop. Not until he was safe. But where was safe, without the walls of his camp?

Tears threatened to spill out, but Palekit blinked them away quickly. He was a clan cat, a brave warrior of the best Clan in the world! He couldn't-- wouldn't, cry. The tabby stumbled. His vision spun. Where was he even? Was he even going in the right direction. His paws felt like rocks, and it didn't seem possible that he could stand, let alone take another step forward. Yet he did, one step after another.

His eyes landed on a square-shaped structure. It was small, and crumbled, stuffed roughly into the pile of foul random things. But it would have to do. Palekit crawled into the structure. It was surprisingly soft under his paws, a far better texture than the rough ground in this cursed place. The pale tabby used the remaining of his energy to paw some of the soft lumps around the box towards him. Some were crumbled and oily, others soft and feathery. They were all dirty, just like everything else in this place. Palekit slumped forward, and almost instantly he slipped into sleep. Despite his best efforts to stay awake, it was an uphill fight, and the last thing the kit saw before sleep took him was the starless sky above.