Okay, so this one is really short but I had major writers block and I'm super busy not that has started up. I'll try to update when I can though. I'm going to switch from third person P.O.V to first person because it is easier. Enjoy and review what you think! You know I'm always happy to hear what you guys think about my stories.
Blazestrike's P.O.V
I tasted the air, my eyes widening when I picked up my daughter's scent. I closed my eyes, picturing her racing through the forest.
"Her scent isn't very fresh. She must have been here earlier this morning." Ashberry told me.
"We still have to find her. Shadestripe, you said so yourself that we can't leave Nightkit out here on her own." I mewed. The whole patrol nodded in agreement.
"We will find her, Blazestrike." Blossomstem purred.
"I hope so." I sighed.
"She can't be too far." Fernpaw mewed. I heard a crack of thunder and I glanced up at the sky. Small droplets of water began falling down from the cloudy, gray sky.
"It's starting to rain." Blossomstem said dreadfully. "We are going to lose Nightkit's scent."
"No! I won't lose her!" I growled, dashing off where her scent lead. I could hear the rumbling of paws steps and I knew that my patrol was following me. I started to slow down as I reached the WindClan border. He stopped and waited for the patrol to catch up to him.
"Her scent is faint, but it goes into WindClan territory. I'm welcomed there, but I will not risk the rest of the patrol. Wait here and look around to see if her scent comes back across the border." I ordered, racing across the WindClan border. I frowned when her scent went in the direction of the island. What if this is Nightkit's scent from last night, when the kits went to the gathering? I thought nervously. No. I would scent the other kits too. Nightkit was alone when she came by this way. This is the right scent. I followed her scent all the way to the log that ThunderClan used for the gatherings. I leaped up and I felt like someone had clawed out my insides. I carefully approached a stub on the log and sniffed it. I closed my eyes tightly, willing it to be wrong. No, this isn't what I think it. But I already know that I'm wrong. I grab the small tuft of black fur and pull it closer. I don't want to believe it, but the evidence is right in front of me. I glanced down at the water, and see nothing. Even though it is daytime, I can't see the bottom of the lake. I shudder as I let the realization of what had happened sink in. Nightkit had fallen into the water. She doesn't know how to swim, she isn't a RiverClan cat. Her body must still be down there. I wish there was a way I could get it, so we could mourn for her. I thought sadly. Why does this always happen to me? First Thistlepaw and Redfire, then Sandpaw, and now my own daughter. Is StarClan punishing me for killing Wolfstar?
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