"Have you found her yet? Please, she's gotta be in WindClan territory," Gorsepaw growled nervously as the patrol returned. Ashpaw was not with them.
It had been three sunsets since Ashpaw had gone missing. Owlstar had order any spare WindClan cats to search the territory for his missing daughter, but there had been no luck. Grasswing had gone crazy, believing that StarClan had plucked the tabby she-cat from the moors. She was extra weird these days. And Gorsepaw had not forgotten the day when his beloved sister had erupted in pain. Grasswing had been openly showing her hatred then.
Was Grasswing to blame for Ashpaw's disappearance? He wondered in horror, and then stopped himself. Grasswing was the Clan deputy, for StarClan's sake. She wouldn't risk her position in the Clan by killing a young apprentice. Grasswing had probably been looking at some other cat. Either way, it was suspicious.
And Greypaw was broken. He did not speak to any cat. Gorsepaw and the others knew that he had had affections for Ashpaw, but they had not known that it was enough to destroy him if she had died or abandoned him.