Chapter 3: Never Alone

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Chapter 3: Never Alone

"She's just... gone," Rainstone's voice was a hollow whisper as she stared unseeingly at the gray waves of the ocean. Three days had passed since the night they had been flooded out of their den and they'd.... lost Scorch.

They'd searched for the whole three days, but hadn't been able to find her. Out in so much water... there's no conceivable way we could find her. And if we did find her body, there's no way she could still be alive.

The harsh reality of her thoughts crumbled down on her heart. How could I lose all my kits?! First mine and Night's are born dead, and then my daughter is washed away? Does the world have something against me?

"I'm sorry," Needlepine's guilt ridden voice was almost sobbing.

She turned to look at her mate, his bright green eyes were dull with sadness and grief and his shoulders shook. Rainstone felt a rush of compassion for her mate, she didn't blame him. It wasn't his fault he slipped, wasn't his fault he couldn't catch Scorch in the total darkness.

But their daughter's screams would haunt them both for moons to come, she was sure of it. That horrible, unmistakable feeling that you are helpless to help the helpless. She'd never felt it so sharp then she did that night.

But nothing could be done, they'd scoured the shores and ocean, if Scorch wasn't there, she wasn't there. Rainstone turned her dark eyes on Needlepine, nudging him. "Come on, we'll see her again, when we join the stars. Now... let's go home together no and never forget her."

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This is ridiculous; no prey ever is on the open shore. Painted sighed in slight annoyance as she scanned the sandy shore for movement. The gray sky gave gray light on the gray water. It looked drab to say the least.

If Mira and Jump are just snuggling together someplace, I'm going to pull their whiskers! Painted walked across the sand, her white paws sinking into the sand. She wondered if her pelt stood out to much on this landscape and was scaring away the prey.

Although her fur was a pale cream, her paws and tail-tip were white, and the rest of fur was spotted with orange, white, and black spots. Then her bright green eyes assured her that she was meant to just hunt in forests.

Those stupid Clan-cats, causing such a ruckus and driving us away, some cat needs to shut them up. She had used to live in a city, had homeowners in fact, but they'd died and she'd turned rogue with her sister. Then her sister had met the, 'love of her life,' as she so often put it.

But when the Clan cats started recruiting rogues, those who didn't accept the offer were targeted by those who did. So she, her sister, and her sister's mate had left the city and been travelling around for a while now. Finally settling down on a bare, open landscape that she personally hated by the other two loved.

They're insane, that's the only explanation for it! Painted scowled, but halted as she saw a flicker of moment. A bunny! Excellent! Crouching down, she skillfully crept forward just as her mate had showed her. She flinched inwardly when she thought of her mate.

Now! With a leap that kicked up sand, she landed on the bunny and finished it off quickly. Good, that'll feed two of us, now just something more... She turned her head expectantly with the fresh-kill in her jaws. What the heck is that?

Her eyes spotted an abrasion on the melancholy landscape. Instead of pale sand or gray, it was a splash of dark red and orange color with some black. Is it a fox or something? Fear coursed through her at the thought of a fox, but she assured herself it was way too small to be a fox. Besides, it looked dead anyways.

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