POV; Hawkbreeze

The night had just begun. Storms raged overhead the clans. They hadn't had rain in over a moon. Cats lay restless in the dens, trying to fall asleep with the noise. The rushing river could be heard all the way from the WindClan camp. The kits were in the nursery with their mothers, the elders were fast asleep, and the other cats were in the dens. Everything was normal, everything was right. That is until Gingersplash ran into the nursery and came back out and yowled with terror. Hawkbreeze got up out of his nest, stretching each of his legs, before lazily walking into the camp.

"What's wrong Gingersplash? Why are you out here in the rain?" he mewed with a yawn.

"My kits! They're gone! I went out to stretch my legs and when I came back to make sure they were okay, they were nowhere in sight! I asked the other queens if they had seen them but they didn't seem to know a thing!" she mewed, stopping in the middle to catch her breath.

"All right. How about this, I will go out with two other cats and we'll go search for them while you stay in the nursery and see if they come back. Sound good?" he meowed calmly.

Gingersplash nodded her head and sighed softly. She slowly turned around and padded slowly back to the nursery, her tail low and her head hung. As soon as she got to the nursery, Hawkbreeze saw her curl up in her nest. He turned towards the warriors' den a padded softly inside.

He nudged the two senior warriors that were closest to him and whispered, "Lionclaw, Bramblefoot, I need you guys to help me look for Gingersplash's kits. They're missing."

Bramblefoot stirred and Lionclaw yawned as he woke up. "Huh? What do you mean they're missing?" he meowed, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I mean, they aren't here! Will you two help me to try and find them?" he asked.

Bramblefoot, who was now awake, spoke up, "Of course! These are my sister's kits we are talking about!" He got up and ran towards the camp turning back towards the two, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" He raced out of camp, not even glancing back to see if the others were following.

"I guess we should follow him. We don't want anyone else to get lost in this weather." Hawkbreeze mewed. He turned and raced after Bramblefoot, Lionclaw close behind him.

When they all were out of the camp, Lionclaw tasted the air to see if there were any traces of the kits scent that hadn't gotten washed away by the rain. After a few minutes, he picked up a trail. "I think they went down towards the river by ThunderClan border."

"Okay, let's go!" Hawkbreeze mewed. He raced across the moor, Bramblefoot, and Lionclaw close behind. As soon as the river came in sight, he heard mewling kits. The closer they got, the louder the mewling was. "They're definitely down here! Does anyone see them?" He scanned the river but didn't see a single kit.

"There! In between those branches!" Bramblefoot mewed, racing towards the branches. He lunged forward and gently grabbed one of the kit's scruffs, careful not to move any of the branches. "I gmoth oneh." He mewed through a mouthful of fur.

"Good! There are two more. I'll get the larger one and Lionfoot, you can get the light brown kit." As he said that, he slowly crept forward and grabbed the larger kit by the scruff. When he pulled the kit free from the branches, the light brown tabby got dislodged from the branches and went under the water. Hawkbreeze set the kit down that he had over by Bramblefoot and raced down the stream after the tiny kit. When she resurfaced, he lunged toward her and grabbed her scruff, the rushing water pulling her down. He slowly crept backwards, pulling her out of the water. "I goth herm!" he mewed. He turned back towards the hill they had just run down not that long ago and started racing up it, the tiny kit in his jaws. The wet leaves were slick under his feet and he had to dig his claws into the dirt, careful not to fall on his way up. As soon as the camp entrance came in sight, he slowed down so the others could catch up. He slowly walked into camp and brought the kit to the nursery.

He slowly set her down near Gingersplash and nudged her awake. "Gingersplash, we found your kits. They might not make it though. They all had a rough time in that water. This little one even went under the water and we barely managed to save her."

Gingersplash stared up at him in horror. She couldn't imagine what could be worse than all three of her kits dying on the same night. "T-they have to be okay! They just have to!" she yowled in agony.

Bramblefoot and Lionclaw came in with the other two kits and set them down next to Gingersplash. "We're sorry Gingersplash. These two didn't make it. They were barely moving when we got them out of the water. By the time we got here, they were too far gone." Lionclaw mewed. The three cats bowed their heads in sorrow while GIngersplash gently groomed her kits.

"My kits, please come back! Come back! Please! Lillykit, Dunekit, come back! Fawnkit, you have to make it through the night. You have to live. Please live! I can't have all my kits die! Please live Fawnkit. You're the only thing I have left." she mewed before curling around her three kits, mourning her two deceased kits. She slowly lifted her head up and wailed in agony. "Good-bye my kits."