[Ziera]

// @Moonraven

Here it was: the moment of truth. Tonight Sparkpaw pushed all the luck she'd ever got her dainty paws on. If any ShadowClan warriors asked 'why leave at such an hour?', she would paint pictures of a moonlit hunt along the WindClan border, a wayward apprentice desperate to put her best foot forward and impress her clan - hoping for security. It wasn't 100% false; the best lies weren't. Spark buried a piece of fresh kill to corroborate her story if need be...but if everything went the she-cat's way, no one would question her absence at all.

A breeze rustled tall grass in front of Spark as she stared across the border line, brows furrowed. It was her last chance to turn back. Reconsider. "What's the worst the could happen?" She whispered to the empty air. They could kill her, but she didn't think they would. And! Depending who she faced, Spark doubted they could. Her rank was deceiving - left room for others to underestimate. At first, this irked her, but Sparkpaw now recognized it as an advantage. She might look small and have a name that implied incompetence, but this ShadowClan apprentice fought her way through three separate battles, four mentors (including Dawnstar), and even managed to acquire swimming lessons. She would use WindClan's ignorance against them if she had to. Obviously that was not a very desirable outcome.

No, unlikely they would kill her (though Dawnstar wouldn't give a rat's ass what happened to Spark now). The worst they could do was say no. Rejection would sting but it was salvageable. Sparkpaw took a deep breath to calm spazzing nerves. She steeled herself one last time, then padded into WindClan, ready to flag down the first cat she saw. Time to visit a friend.