Quickkit had planned this for hours. Ever since Gleamkit had gone missing, he had planned and asked his den mates to help find her. Featherstar had called out several search patrols. But none of the patrols had been able to find the missing kit.
Brackenkit had snuggled up with Mistsky. Greenkit was on the other side sleeping with Willowfall. Quickkit saw Heatherspot, sleeping alone in the darkest corner of the nursery. At highmoon, Quickkit struggled out of his mother's tail grasp and quietly snuck out of the nursery.
I have to find Gleamkit. If I can't, no one can. Quickkit heard about Ripplepaw using scent to find prey or other cats. Quickkit desperately tasted the air for his lost littermate. Mouse dung! Nothing! Quickkit walked across the field where had raced his brothers moons before. Suddenly, Quickkit picked up ThunderClan scent.
It doesn't smell exactly like a warrior scent, but its defiantly ThunderClan. Quickkit followed the scent to the gorge that separated ThunderClan territory from the Twolegs nests.
"Gleamkit! Are you here?"
Nothing.
Quickkit then heard some noised down by the gorge.
Gleamkit?
Quickkit carefully made his way down the gorge. If he slipped, no cat would know if something bad happened to him. Quickkit's paws ached and his mouth craved some food, but he had to go on.
"Help! Help!"
Quickkit heard a kit squeak. He ran to the noise. He watched a little kit dangle from the edge of the gorge.
Gleamkit!
Quickkit ran as fast as his little paws would go.
"Quickkit, help!" Gleamkit cried out.
"Hang on! I'm coming!"
Quickkit ran to the dangling kit. Gleamkit only had one paw hanging between a fatal falls into the gorge.
Quickkit reached out to Gleamkit, but her grasp went out. Quickkit watched in horror as the beautiful kit plummeted into the rocky gorge. Gleamkit gave Quickkit a friendly golden gaze as she closed her eyes and continued to fall. Gleamkit's body reached a sickening thud as she reached the bottom of the gorge.
"No! Gleamkit!"
Quickkit ran up the gorge and back to ThunderClan. He later came back to the gorge with Featherstar, Ripplepaw, Coldfrost, and Heatherspot.
The group of cats reached the bottom of the gorge. While Heatherspot watched her daughter's bleeding body in the gorge.
"It's my fault," Said Heatherspot, "I shouldn't have let her play outside on her own."
"Its not your fault." Said Ripplepaw.
"Ripplepaw is right," Said Featherstar, "Gleamkit's fall is not your fault."
Coldfrost started looking at Gleamkit's body to see if she was still alive.
Quickkit rubbed his muzzle on Gleamkit's flank. As he saw a stream of blood run down Gleamkit's mouth, he backed away and hid his head in Featherstar's fur.
"It was very brave of you to find Gleamkit, but you could have been very hurt." Said Featherstar while stroking his back.
"I'm sorry." Quickkit said with a mouthful of Featherstar's ginger fur.
Heatherspot picked up her daughter's body and started back to camp with Ripplepaw still reassuring her.
As the cats went back to camp, Coldfrost stopped by the medicine den. Amberpaw was already prepared with bundles of lavender. Heatherspot handed the medicine cat apprentice her poor daughters' body.
"Cats!" Featherstar yelled out, "Gleamkit has fallen into the gorge earlier this evening. She died there." Cries of grief came from cats all around. Cedarsprout looked at his son thinking about how much it would hurt him if Greenkit died too.
Brackenkit and Greenkit stared at Quickkit with and angry gaze.
"Why didn't you help Gleamkit?" Spat Greenkit with his forest green eyes showing lots of anger at Quickkit.
"She fell off of the gorge when I saw her. I couldn't help her."
"Well, you should've. Come on, Greenkit. Let's play moss-ball."
Quickkit felt worse now. His littermates now blamed him for Gleamkit's death. Whitekit probably did too. Quickkit sadly curled up in his moss bed, away from Mistsky and the other kits.
