Despite the numerous warriors, and Miststone, yelling and chewing her little ears off the young she-cat snuck her way out of the camp with such ease that should be concerning for a cat her age. She was sneaky and slippery - but then again the sea was calling her name and who was she to ignore it's beautiful sirens call.

Her white and grey paws moved with ease down the rocks, the cold sea air doing nothing to the young cat. She was nearly immune to it's bone chilling presence - in fact she welcomed it! Leaping from the final rock and onto the sandy beach, her eyes lit up with excitement as she rushed her way towards the boulders that held in steadfast, fighting off the waves that continued their onslaught. She was bigger now, and it was only a matter of time now before she would be a proper apprentice, not that it was the most interesting thing to her. Least she not be confined to the camp any longer!