Phoenix Maplewood LV

It had been almost two moons now, since Esma had lost sight of her home and was unable to find a way back to it. The thing she had feared the most had happened. Lost in an unfamiliar world that felt so big to her. The sky in the plains was vast and never-ending, she would often look up to make sure that it would not fall on her head at some point. There were little known scents and very few of those belonged to other wolves. But even meeting a brother of kin would not do her any good. She had seen some from afar, but had not dared to approach. Strangers that did not belong to the Riverclan's ranks scared her. 

The sight of the forest line at the end of the meadow gave her hope that this was her home and she run towards it eagerly, without realizing that the distance between her and Riverclan was increasing. She realized her mistake the moment she recognized that the trees were hardly anything like she knew. They were not her friends, they felt foreign and unreal. Then the disappointment was overshadowed by fear, when she caught sight of a stranger walking nearby. Having nothing better to do, she crouched, practically flattened herself to the ground, hoping that the other would not catch sight of her. The only problem was that, while her dappled coat would be good to camouflage her during autumn or early spring, where the various shades of browns and yellows of the old grass and leaves interspersed with patches of melting snow, now she stood out starkly against the white background.