she needed to visit them. mongoosekit, sparklingkit, cattlekit, sharpkit. somewhere in mossclan territory they were buried. fossy wasn't one to break the rules. but keeping her in camp just because she was small was definitely a useless law. no one was watching, and the night was just beginning to fall. perfect, no one would be out to catch her. as darkness blanketed the forest, fossa searched endlessly for the graves. where were they? she needed to- what was that? a low growl echoed behind her again. she turned slowly, her mind instant!y rushing to an enemy warrior or a cat from camp. had they found her? but her blood turned to ice as she viewed a giant, hulking beast, orange fur blazing in the shadows, beady black eyes focused on her. she tried to run. she really did. she forgot about the graves for now and turned back to camp, sprinting for her life, her breath raking against her throat, her paws thrumming in pain as the soft thud of the fox came behind her. but she couldn't find camp. where was it? she couldn't run forever. she couldn't - searing pain rushed through her lower flank. she collapsed onto the ground, green eyes widening as she watched the fox pin her down. she closed her eyes. hazelheart. pyrekit. all of her siblings. she couldn't protect them now! she couldn't trust anyone else to protect them! she had to get - back - ...
