Swiftdash's Hope Chapter 3

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Swiftpaw at first had been scared to see her, not knowing what would happen. One shining night, she talked to Blurpaw. _-what would you do?-_ she asked. Blurpaw had answered in a voice that she always knew, _-follow your heart-_ Swiftpaw thought that made the most sense. Her heart was telling her to visit the kit in the morning. Swiftpaw lay down, and slept peacefully, knowing the morning would be the same but with a little pizazz. Swiftpaw woke up. She decided to do this without Blurpaw. She knew that if Blurpaw was alive, he would've wanted her to do this on her own. Swiftpaw padded into the medicine cat den. She wrinkled her nose from the scent of herbs. Duskpaw was sitting near the kit. "May I talk to her?" She asked Duskpaw nodded and padded away. "Um, hi." Swiftpaw meowed. The kit looked up and cocked her head. She pointed at her ears, and shook her head. "Oh right, you're deaf." Swiftpaw sat down and looked at the kit. She racked her brain for her name. "You're Lostkit, I'm guessing," Swiftpaw told her. She knew Lostkit couldn't hear her, and that made her feel sad. If starclan was real, why would they do that to a cat? She looked up, and padded out. She needed to remember why the kit was in the medicine cat den instead of the nursery. Swiftpaw then remembered. Last night's trauma. Stagleap, a respected cat in the clan had taken one of Thornstar's lives. She had taken her anger out on the young kit, and she had been wounded. _-the scar on her forehead-_ Swiftpaw didn't know where the Lostkit came from. She guessed she had been a rogue before the clans had taken her in. Not like she cared. As long as she was safe. Falconflight padded over to Swiftpaw. "Where have you been all morning? You have tick duty!" Swiftpaw sighed. "Oh. Right." Swiftpaw padded into the elders' den. Silverstorm smiled up at her. "Finally." The ticks were a boring job, and Silverstorm didn't have any stories to tell. When Swiftpaw finished, she left the den quickly. She had all afternoon to do whatever she wanted. She knew what she was going to do. It had been three sunrises, and Swiftpaw saw Lostkit --fully recovered and healthy-- leaning against the side of Thornstars' den. "Lostkit?" She breathed, and then remembered that the kit couldn't hear. She pricked her ears, but all heard was a small rustle, like a rabbit struggling for life, or something like that. Soon, Thornstar padded out of her den. Her face was calm, but something about her seemed different. Swiftpaw just couldn't figure out what.