Rose-eyes padded back to the charred camp. She looked yet again at the grave of brave Crackedfang. She sighed, and went to see if Wildstar was back. He still wasn't. Rose-eyes told the next patrol to search for Wildstar on their way around the border.
Rose-eyes was worried. Bushkit had become more than six moons old, and still wasn't an apprentice. It had been a whole day and a half. Wildstar, this isn't like you, thought Rose-eyes, and continued on her way.
She sat in the sun warmed spot by the warrior's den and soaked it up. All the cats liked the sun, but mostly Rose-eyes. She saw Brownfur and Moondawn pad in after their hunting spree. They had brought back five voles, three mice, two rabbits, and six birds.
"Well done, Moondawn and Brownfur!" said Rose-eyes emptily. The two cats heard the hollow tone, and tried to comfort her. "It happened, Rose-eyes. There is nothing you can do," said Browfur.
"Yeah," said Moondawn. "And Wildstar will be back. He's done this before." Indeed, Wildstar had done this before. But when it had, it was because he had fallen off the plateau and had lost three whole lives. One off of slamming into a ledge, another of the same, and the last of the fall.
Rose-eyes still didn't feel better, for she remembered this. She feared for Wildstar. "Moondawn, Brownfur," started Rose-eyes. "I have been through a lot with you and Skyflower."
Moondawn and Browfur were Rose-eyes' next closest friends. They had just become warriors during the last six moons that Rose-eyes had become a warrior.
Rose-eyes continued. "I am grateful to have you as friends." Moondawn beamed and Brownfur purred. Brownfur had brown eyes and brown hair, hence her name. Moondawn was black, and her eyes were multi colored.
The bottom part was yellow while the top part was blue. The pupil looked like a moon, hence her name. "Thanks, Rose-eyes," mumbled Brownfur. Moondawn just kept beaming. She had an evil aura, but was the nicest cat you could meet.
Brownfur was, well, weird. She knew many fun things, such as what sound a vole would make if you squeezed it in the right spot.
Just then, the patrol came in. "You are early! Why?" snapped Rose-eyes. The patrol looked at her very sorrowful.
"What happened?" asked Rose-eyes loudly. "What?!" The patrol just became more sad. They looked into her eyes, and Rose-eyes started to worry even more. "What's going on? Tell me, or else!" The cats were amazed. Rose-eyes had never threatened her fellow cats before.
"Calm down, and give them a chance, Rose-eyes!" snapped Brownfur.
"Yeah," added Moondawn. "Cool it, Rose-eyes." Rose-eyes forced herself to calm down enough to give the patrol of five, Grasspaw, Flowerpaw, Graypelt, Darkshade, and Skyflower. Rose-eyes noticed her friend, and apologized quickly. "Sorry, Skyflower. I'm just worried." Skyflower just nodded and started to speak. "We have very bad news, Rose-eyes." Rose-eyes' worry thrashed back into her like an explosion in reverse. Rose-eyes started to breath faster and blacked out.
The cats looked at Rose-eyes' unconscious body, and they sighed. They knew some very bad news, and the closest to a leader they have was unconscious. "Dang it! Oh, Starclan," said Darkshade. He had always been the one to think of a leader or deputy as weak, even the strongest. Skyflower sighed and waited for Rose-eyes to wake up.