Mousy paws shuffled through the undergrowth, small hisses and spits escaping the youth as branches smacked her in the face. This was the furthest she'd ever gone from home. The ground here was unfamiliar, with new smells and sounds - and branches. So, so many branches.
The child had run away many times before. The first time she did so she cried. Oh, she wailed and wailed until some kind loner found her and brought her back home to her panicked parents. Why would you wander off? They'd cried. Don't you know how dangerous the world is for a kit like you?
A kit like me. Ha! The memory brought out a snort of laughter as she continued on (albeit slowly). Her parents never would understand how capable she could be. How great she knew she would be. It was why she continued to wander off - she'd always find her way home in the end, if her parents didn't find her before she did. This time? She had no intentions of going back. What was the point, if she never could be Lavender? The perfect child. The seeing child. The offspring who learned to hunt and fight and defend poor, defenseless sister Forest. Not anymore! She resolved, feeling her fluffy tail lift with confidence as she inched her way along, whiskers feeling for branches and tree trunks and shrubbery. No longer would she be the hidden offspring of Sweet and Fang, the secret that they were too ashamed to let out. All of the local loners only knew of Lavender, so they wouldn't even miss the torbie when she disappeared. Only her kin would be left to "grieve" her.
There were better places for her now. She'd heard the whispers on the winds of the groups that sprung up in the nearby forests. Five clans, they'd said. Well, she'd show all of them just what she could do as a clan cat. Proudly, the stout child inched along through unfamiliar territory, unaware she was being followed by one of the very cats she was seeking to escape.
"speech"