just another leap of faith [O]

The sun rose, warm and welcoming, but Silverdusk had been awake long since its golden tendrils had snaked over the horizon. They had slept, but it was light and when she’d woken for at least the fifth time they had given up, and chosen to wait for the rest of the clan to wake before leaving. Despite everything she still possessed a kit like hope that Wiggleworm and Bearpaw would be out there in one piece. They were strong, capable cats. They would prevail. The silver molly’s eyes stared at the gorse tunnel, her chest constricting in a way they weren’t use to. Anticipation coursed through her body, followed by longing. This was it.

As the camp came alive, their eyes sought those that mattered most, committing their faces to her memories. If this went wrong, if this was the last time they saw their kits, or Quailprowler, Sageroot, or her nieces and nephews she wanted to remember their faces in perfect, intricate detail. Her eyes then found Serpentpaw, tail twitching to asking him over. ”I’m going to be leaving ThunderClan temporarily, I am sorry for not telling you before now. I have sorted Mountainpaw’s training while I am away, but I wanted to know if you would like to accompany me.” they mewed quietly, not wanting to disturb those still sleeping ”I will not be upset if you say no, life outside the clans will not be easy, but you will learn skills most apprentices will not.” She hoped that appealed to the tom’s ambitious side, his want to be the best. It would be nice to have a familiar face with them, at least until she found Wiggleworm and Bearpaw.

If she found Wiggleworm and Bearpaw.

It was not pleasant how uncertain Silverdusk’s journey would be, but they knew it was something she had to do. With a sigh, she attempted to rid herself of their doubts so that they may spend this time happy in the company of those she loved.