part 3!
the other chapters will be up soon, sorry for the wait!
I do NOT own warriors~
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Frosttail scrambled through the bracken, not caring how much it tore at his pelt or about the scar running down his foreleg. He had to find them. He just had to.
Pausing to scent the air, Gingerfur came up behind him, anger and fear flooding from her mind.
"Any sign?" She mewed nervously.
"No." His mind was racing. It's all my fault. How could I have let this happen? "Fox-hearted cowards!" Frosttail spat, hardly able to control himself.
"Quiet." Gingerfur suddenly hissed. He perked his ears, aware of even the slightest sound. Suddenly he started to notice some sort of sound. It was high pitched, almost like a kit that had lost their mother,... wait, kits!
Frosttail scrambled off toward the noise, and it grew louder and louder until he had stumbled into a small clearing. Scenting the air, he picked up the sweet scent of the nursery coming from nearby. Quickly he crouched down, and sure enough, under a small crevice in the trunk of a tree, two small shapes were huddled together, shivering.
Relief flooded from Frosttail. immediately he clawed out the bark of the tree until he was face to face with his kits. "Smokekit, Moonlightkit, you're okay! Gingerfur!" His mate jumped over from behind him, almost crashing into him as they were reunited with two of their kits.
"Precious, precious kits! I'm so glad you're safe!" Gingerfur began licking rapidly at their pelts, the two squirming out of her grasp. He noticed that Moonlightkit was bleeding from her ear, while Smokepaw seemed completely shaken.
"Where are Blazekit, Aurorakit, and Cloudkit?" Gingerfur asked softly.
"The big mean white cat ran off with them!" Moonlightkit growled. Frosttail and Gingerfur exchanged horrified glances.
"You take them back to camp," Frosttail mewed, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. Gingerfur was about to object, before he added,"Please. Our kits need you. I need you."
Gingerfur hesitated. "Okay. Come on little ones, lets wait for your brothers and sister back at camp." The trio headed through the bracken, heads low.
Frosttail breathed. There was no way he was giving up now.
The battle was not over yet.
