MockingJay's Curse

Chapter Nine

"DreamCatcher, you will scour the forests an lakes to see if you can pick up ANY scents at all" SmokeSong ordered his party around. "Do we all know what we are doing?" "Yes SmokeSong!" The cats replied, sounding a little bit like apprentices. "Good, now lets go find that apprentice."

All five cats stood up, and quickly filed out of the camp entrance.

'We have to find her, we just have to' SmokeSong thought to himself as he searched the deserted TwoLeg house. Scratching noises sounded from the corners of the building. SmokeSong scented the air, and waves of mouse rolled over his tongue and he realised he hadn't eaten that morning, so he decided to stop for a little while and hunt.

DreamCatcher deeply scented the air, hoping to get just the tiniest whiff of MockingPaw's scent. But since she was near the river, she had no such luck. But then a different scent hit her nose, it was almost, oily? She lifted her head slowly, and padded along, following the oily scent.

OakFire was sent to check near the Forgathering clearing. He doubted the young she-cat would come here, but of course he HAD to listen to SmokeSong. OakFire's brain wandered back to when he nearly started a battle with the apprentice, the thought made him growl out loud. He opened his mouth, and let all of the forest scents roll on his tongue. There wasn't even the tiniest of traces that she had been there.

CrystalFlight kept her nose to the ground, thinking it would help her pick up more scents, but really all she could smell was dirt. She lifted her head slightly, and he instantly got hit by a jumble of cat and blood scents. 'A minor battle started here... Between two or three cats...?' CrystalFlight thought, highly confused. But this was the SoulClan border... Unless... CrystalFlight started to piece together what might have happened.

DreamCatcher was nearing the source of the oily smell. Then she saw it. The thick, oily stream, glugging slowly down the dry, dead stream like riverbed. She padded slowly closer and smelt the water, it smelt sweet 'sorta like honey...?' DreamCatcher dipped her paw into the oily water.