A/N: I Know it's been forever since I updated this, but to anyone actually still reading this, I finally got some inspiration! If I slack off on updating this again, please feel free to PM me until I finally do update. I hope you enjoy it.
Sandstorm stared down at the gorge. Several moons had passed since Fireheart had fallen to his death, yet Sandstorm still could not forget it. She now comes to the gorge every sun high, occasionally visiting Spike on her way there. It should be a place of great sadness to her, but it seems to be the only place where she can truly remember Fireheart. His bedding was cleared away a few moons ago, the scent already completely gone. Sandstorm's clanmates had kept it there, so that she could have something to remember Fireheart by, but they were quickly growing irritated with her. Sandstorm had become a warrior several moons ago, yet the pain kept her from hunting or battling correctly. At first, her clanmates had tolerated this, hoping that she would eventually return to normal, but Sandstorm was stuck in endless unhappiness.
Sandstorm continued to sit, just staring down into the gorge and replaying that same scene over and over again. Fireheart being pushed, the splash that was heard when he fell, and the elatedness and shock that she had felt as she saw Tigerclaw follow Fireheart. No matter how much pain this memory caused it her, it was the last memory she had of Fireheart. It was also accompanied by the memory of Fireheart sacrificing his own life to save hers.
Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes shook Sandstorm from her thoughts. She rose to her paws and called out "Who's there?" When she received no answer, she hissed as the fur on her back began to rise.
"Come out now! Or I'll claw your fur off!" She yelled towards the bushes. A few seconds later a small yet muscular tom cat emerged from the bushes.
"I mean you no harm." He calmly stated. "I come following a scent." He slowly padded up to Sandstorm and took in her scent. "You bear the same scent as The Lost One."
Sandstorm's back arched and she hissed out "Who are you?"
The strange tom chuckled and sat down. "I am Wing of Fallen Eagle, but others call me Wing. I come from the Tribe of Falling Leaves. I mean you and your tribe no harm. I am simply here because a young tom washed up on our shores several moons ago, and I have been sent to find his home. I have been searching for a scent that matches his for many moons."
Sandstorm's fur started to flatten. Her mind was buzzing with though. Who could this "Lost One" be? Could it be Fireheart? Is it possible that he's alive after all? She wasn't sure if she could trust this cat, but Sandstorm would do anything to bring back the cat that she had fallen in love with. "I'll take you to see Bluestar." she said, before slowly padding off towards camp, looking back occasionally to make sure that Wing was still following her.