So many rules. He counted them as he did his bounds, fast, yet warily, every single step was planned, since the first where he had snuck out of his current home's nursery. He could be exiled, if not worse, for what he was doing, yet the wind that blew through the budding leaves from the trees of Springclan's territory carried something that called him away, to where he ran to now, his paws beating into the soft ground. His eyes teared from the effort, his lungs burning, he ran faster than any kit should, fear of being caught by a stray warrior causing him to flee faster. The scent of Springclan started to wane and the smells of others greeted him as he came across a place he had never seen before, causing him to slow his pace. He searched for a moment around all the trees, wondering where he was. It was intoxicating, but as the breeze picked up again the creeping feeling of needing to move came to him again. He closed his eyes, shaking out his pelt as he turned his nose to the sky, his paws orienting himself as if on their own. As he opened his eyes, slowly, pale blue and half-lidded, he began moving again, towards where the leaves remained painted in hues of reds and orange... yellow like the sun. He breathed in the crisp air as he took off again, kicking up dirt as he ran, following whatever it was that was calling him into the unknown. 

For a minute he stopped, once or twice, before coming to a stream. He crouched, taking a few sips of water and catching his breath. As he sat he pondered why he had ended up here, no longer feeling the pull as much as he had before. He picked up on it, quiet, as if it had been drowned in the waters that flowed next to him. He sighed, his ears flattening against his skull as he became frustrated, wondering if he had risked it all for nothing. He struck the water in silent frustration, but a ring in his ears sounded as it splashed against his soft fur, making him retreat just as quickly as he had attacked it. This was it. He jumped into the stream, sprinting along its' flow until it became too deep to run in, at which he ran next to it, until again the water met up with streams just like it, and he ended up nose to cliff-edge, his worn paws skidding to a stop on algae covered rocks. The call was silenced now by the roar of a waterfall below him, and he was left uncertain about what he should do. He looked about himself, so small amoungst the wide falls, his coat being sprinkled with the water that he knew held secrets that he may never get answers to. He sighed, taking some steps back, finding a thicket to hide in where he could rest again, and curled himself up in the roots, trying his best to keep an ear out for anyone who could approach, hoping that the water would hide his scent long enough for him to build up enough energy to get back. Yet they closed for what he only though was a second, only for when he reopened them, the sky was as blue as his eyes from the fresh morning. 

(time wise he snuck out of spring around midday and spent the evening following the stream, thinking he could start going back to spring by moonlight) 
ps im so sorry i didnt mean to write a book ;; @turtlenoir