Thunderpaw was about ready to collapsed after the long journey he and Skypaw had taken from NorthClan all the way down to the bay. His paws were aching and sore, and now he was wet from having to swim out to the island. He hated the feel of water in his fur but he knew that it had to be done. They had deserted a battle.
Once they were finally there, he collapsed from exhaustion. He looked over to see if Skypaw had made it there along with him. He didn't want to lose her after their long journey. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
Skypaw shook the water from her fur. She crawled up onto the shore and fell into the sand. She couldn't believe how long they had walked, and how far they had gone, but they had reached their destination. They would be safe here until NorthClan ceased the war with EastClan... whatever end that came to.
"I'm alright," she meowed. She took a lick of her pelt and tasted sea water, and spat it out. "Do you think we did the right thing?" Abandoning their clan couldn't be the exact right thing, but maybe it would work out in the end.