Sorry about the lack of updates! there were some complications with logging in, and school and whatnot, but here's two chapters! Albeit they're short but I think you'll like them!

"Heatherfall, I want you and Threeleaf to investigate this before we bury her. Redclaw, Plumpaw, I want you two to go get Ashstripe." The deputy and medicine cat nodded and started to sniff at the body.

"She smells like RiverClan!" Heatherfall exclaimed. Threeleaf touched his nose to Daisyfang's paw pad, noticing the dark gray fur on it.

"There was a struggle, and she has a little blood on her paw. There are deep claw marks at her stomach and neck," Threeleaf muttered gravely.

"Those frog-hearts!" Honeycloud spat, her yellow eyes glistening with rage and claws digging up the earth.

"Lilywhisker, Flamepelt, and Flailfoot, I want you three and your apprentices to come with me to visit RiverClan and question them," Ryestar's voice was stern. Flailfoot called for his apprentice and her siblings, who all came running out of their den. Palepaw's eyes widened.

"Sandkit, I'm so sorry."

Sandkit looked up at his leader, trembling in fear. Dawnkit and Duskkit were huddling close, keeping each other from crying too much.

"W-we want to come with you!" Sandkit declared. His sisters stared at him. Ryestar looked down at the little kit. "We're six moons old, we can keep up!"

"You're still –kits. I understand you want to help us and avenge your mother, but let us handle it. Stay with Honeycloud."

"But-"

"Do not argue with me! You will be apprenticed tomorrow!"

Sandkit fluffed up as his clan's sudden gathering dissolved, the patrol sent to speak to RiverClan darting into the heather. He noticed Sheepberry had come around as her fluffy tail had wrapped around him. She licked his head.

"I will visit your mother in StarClan, Sandkit, do not worry. She's never left you."

"Then where is she?" Sandkit's voice tore, "why can't she be here with me?"

"Our ancestors had called for her."

"But why did she have to listen?!" he cried out.

"StarClan works in mysterious ways, but we respect them all the same."

Well I don't Sandkit thought bitterly. Sheepberry left to speak to her mentor. The kit growled, and using his not so stubby legs anymore, started to run in the same direction as the patrol. Rage urged his paws on. The high flowers slapped in his face, as if they were punishing him for leaving the territory. He didn't know where to go, and he didn't have a clear scent of RiverClan cats, but he didn't care. Blood roared in his ears and it pressed him to keep running, eventually finding himself at the river. Sandkit didn't know how to swim, but he hopped into the water anyways, paddling as much as he could. He got tired very quickly, but he knew if he stopped he could die. The water started to overwhelm him, it washed into his mouth and his ears. It swept him over and Sandkit's skull hit the riverbed. Before he went under he shouted.

"STARCLAN HELP ME!"