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Mothkit woke at sunhigh to share prey with her brother; after, the pair played with the other kits while the queens gathered supplies from the nursery and prepared for their next move. Turtlekit reported playing with Mothkit until it was time for dinner, at which point Turtlekit went back to the mother. That was the last time the Mothkit was seen. Now the sun was nearly touching the horizon and Mothkit was nowhere to be found.
Ghostcrown searched the camp with the other warriors, but it was clear that Mothkit was gone. His stomach dropped. Had she tried to sneak out of camp, or had she been snatched away by a predator? It was getting late. Every minute the kit spent outside alone, the odds she would never return increased.
"I'm going to go look for Mothkit by the docks," the inky black tom announced as he headed for the camp exit. "Who will join me?"
Before paw, Meadoweyes ha been unaware of the kit and its little shenanigans. The she-cat had been just about to head to her nest after a long day of helping the others prepare for the move, that is, until she heard Ghostcrown's call. Her ears perked, and worry flooded her face as she heard his words. Instantly she waved her tail and trotted towards him. "Ghostcrown, I'll join you in finding Mothkit." We should hurry though... it's getting dark.
The warrior flashed her a grateful look. He hadn't spoken to Meadoweyes before now, though that was his own fault: the exile had not fully committed to joining the clan and didn't spend very much time within the camp. He was reluctant to settle down when he knew he might leave soon, but he didn't have the heart to go either, not when his family might need him.
"I hope she's not down by the water," he told her as he led the way, "but if she is, we need to find her fast."
The feline nodded in response. She knew how dangerous it was for kits by the water, especially if they hadn't had any swimming lessons yet. It was always good to start kits out early. Herself, being born to WaterClan, it was tradition to start them out as kits as early as possible, as long as it was not leaf-bare. Meadoweyes furrowed her brows before she began to follow him, their pace a steady trot. "Can you catch her scent at all?"
Ghostcrown's mouth parted as he tasted the air for her scent; then he shook his head, dejected. Her scent had been easy to find within the camp, but the further they moved from the camp, the stronger the other arid scents of twolegplace became, and it was difficult for him to focus on the weak kit scent.
"I don't," he admitted. "Maybe we're heading the wrong way."
He veered off to the side and started to pace long strides across their path, optimistic that maybe he would pick up a trace of her scent further on. He was on the verge of giving up when he spotted a small clump of gray tabby fur pinched between some metal machinery low to the ground. "Here!" Ghostcrown called to Meadoweyes, his ears pricking. "This could be from her."
Meadoweyes watched the tom as he attempted to pick out her scent, but as he shook his head her tail drooped a little. The she-cat then began to try and search herself, her own mouth opening as scents flooded to her. She'd only joined SwiftClan a bit more recently, and therefore was still struggling to get to know the scents of the clan. She had failed in attempting to find the kit's scent as well, and felt frustration tugging at her. She was lifting her head in the air, looking around as he went off in his own little search.
When Ghostcrown called out, she quickly snapped her head towards him, ears angling to catch his words. Quickly, the tortoiseshell feline darted towards him, and bent to peer at the fur. "Can you catch anything from that? Maybe she left a trail?"
He took a deep sniff of the fur, hopeful, and picked up the faintest trace of scent. It was enough. Ghostcrown crept forward a few steps and sniffed again, and again; the trail went away quickly, but at least they had a direction now.
"I can't smell her anymore," he admitted, straightening up and looking back at her, "but if she continued in this direction, she was headed to the docks."
She waited, then nodded. "We should hurry, what if she's in the water? The water is very cold right now." She commended, worriedly. "This time of season the temperature gets colder and colder. If she's in that water and has somehow managed to swim, she'll at least catch a nasty cold. We should go!" Meadoweyes mewed, her brows once again furrowed. "Lead the way."
Dread curled in the pit of his belly, and Ghostcrown nodded. He darted toward the docks, his paws pounding in time with his heart, and skidded to a halt when they reached the pier. He didn't see the kit struggling in the water; did that mean she was drowning already or was she someone else? Unsure if he should be hopeful or terrified, he inched forward and stared into the swirling water.
Meadoweyes was trailing him rather hard, and had to slam her paws down to keep herself from slamming into the tom. She quickly sent her gaze about the water, but all was still. She bit her lip, worry glossing her eyes as she looked frantically. There was no sign, and the water was as calm as could be. She shook her head, her violet eyes obviously holding nothing but worry for the young kit. "Should we try to find any cats around here and ask about? Maybe she ran into a nice loner." Her voice cracked, but was hopeful. Her paws kneaded at the wood of the dock, claws catching the wore down wood.
"Yes... yes, that's a good idea," Ghostcrown murmured. His voice was soft at first, but as he processed the idea, he was certain it was a good one. "I'll look this way," he glanced to the left of the pier, "and you look that way. If you find her, yowl; otherwise, let's meet up back here."
The dark tom turned and headed down the dock, scanning for the kit and for any nearby cats.
Meadoweyes gave a quick nod. Her paws were shivering, but not because she was cold. Rather, because she was nervous. What if they did find her... but she wasn't alive? A pit began to form in her stomach. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of these awful thoughts. Then took off in the opposite direction of Ghostcrown.
Ghostcrown encountered a scruffy golden tom, who shook his head when asked about the kit; a brown tabby murmured her sympathy but had nothing helpful to offer. He paced the banks in frustration and fear but he found no more signs of the kit. Eventually he gave up and headed back toward Meadoweyes, hoping she had more luck.
Meadoweyes had to duck and weave in and out of under brush, twoleg cars that were parked near by, but didn't seem to encounter any cats along the way. She was growing frustrated, and had even been chased by a small dog. The feline huffed loudly once she'd managed to escape the mongrel. Finally she found herself face to face with a large black tom, and one that didn't seem all too friendly.
"I'm just here looking for a kit." She mumbled, only being half his size. "Have you seen her?"
"What are you, one of those clan cats?" He jeered, his fur fluffing and making himself seem even larger than he already was.
"Y-yes. SwiftClan." Her violet eyes darted to the side, and then back to him. He was large, but she was also a trained warrior. What was he? A kitty pet, or some mangy rogue? She wasn't quite sure...
"Hmph. I figured." He unsheathed his claws, baring his teeth. "We don't welcome you cats here."
"Look, I'm just trying to find Mothki--" she was cut off as he slashed his claws along her face. It had taken her a bit off guard, blood dripping along her whiskers as her head jerked to the side. Her tail lashed behind her, the cuts along her muzzle stinging. It wasn't too deep, but enough to bleed and make her fur spike. However, Meadoweyes was a calm and collected cat, and had a lot of patience.
"We will leave as soon as we find Mothkit, not before." She hissed between gritted teeth.
"Didn't you take the hint? Get lost." He took a threatening step towards her.
Looks like I'll have no choice but to fight him, and Ghostcrown is waiting for me...
Ghostcrown was growing more and more worried as he neared the pier again. He hadn't caught a whiff of the kit's scent since they arrived, nor a single sign of her during his exploration. Was she here at all? Had someone taken her away, or had she fallen? Mothkit was an eager and assertive young cat, but he feared she would go with any adult that smiled and treated her kindly. Even if she didn't, she was too young, there was nothing she could do to protect herself...
He paced back and forth at the edge of the pier, but he was increasingly concerned for Meadoweyes as well. Was she lost, or had she found the kit? What if she was stuck with Mothkit and neither could escape? He glanced back at the pier fearfully, then headed in the direction the warrior had gone to check on her.
Before she knew it, the tom had jumped onto her, his claws sinking into her shoulders. Meadoweyes gasped, but let herself go limp for a moment. His claws stung as they dug into her pelt, but once she went limp she shoved forward and the two went tumbling to the side. She attempted to gain control on top, and the tom on the bottom but he weighed a lot more and simply threw his weight to the side again. Her eyes grew wide, they were rolling right towards the bank. "Stop you mouse brain! You're going to throw us in the water!!"
The mostly-black tom proceeded down the bank until he spotted something unexpected: was that Meadoweyes, tussling with a rogue? A growl rose in his throat and Ghostcrown raced over to join them. They were rolling precariously close to the edge of the water; he leaped forward and caught Meadoweye's scruff, attempting to pull her away from the tom so only one of them would fall off.
The attacker's claws drug across her shoulders and ripped through her pelt with the force of Ghostcrown pulling at her scruff. However, it did keep her from falling into the water, just in time. The black tom scrambled at the bank, obviously too stubborn to have just let Meadoweyes be. Instant karma hit him, as he went splashing into the icy waters below. Meadoweyes shook herself off, stumbling to her paws. "Thanks.." She mumbled to Ghostcrown as she peered down at the splashing cat. She lashed her tail, then turned her back. "Mousebrain. Hope you can swim."
"Let's go." She grumbled, her adrenaline starting to fade and her wounds beginning to burn.
Ghostcrown hauled her back to safety before he let her go, then leaned over the edge to hiss a threat down at the flailing aggressor. His teeth bared, but it was clear the other tom would need a minute to resurface, so he turned back to Meadoweyes. "Are you hurt?" he asked at the same time she asked about the kit. Immediately his face fell. "I thought you must have found her and was fighting that tom to save her."
Meadoweyes shook her head, disappointment flooding her. "Should we keep looking?" She hated to admit it, but after their little journey and their searching all night, then her tussle with that tom... Meadoweyes was hurting and exhausted. Her eyes shifted towards the warrior, clearly expecting him to make the calls on their small patrol.
