Duskstipe lay on his back, paws curled up like a kit. He stared at the night sky, gazing at the beautiful stars scattered across the sky. "Duskstripe? Are you alright?" He didn't move as her heard Reedheart's voice neer him. "Kits aren't told to appreciate the wonders of the forest and sky. StaClan led us to all of this hundreds of moons ago, and we don't ever think about it!" Reedheart sat next to him. "I guess we really don't, do we?" She replied, linking her tail with Duskstripes'. 'Does she really like me?' He thought. Rolling over, he got to his paws. "Where are you going?" Reedheart asked, following him. "I'm going to hunt, but I-" Duskstripe was cut off when they saw an aged heather-colored she-cat bleeding out onto the grass. She moaned with pain when Reedheart touched her. "Go. Go back to camp and get help. I'll follow the scent trail and find the attacker," He told her, sniffing the forest floor. "You can't go alone!" "And Hibuscusfoot can't die here alone!" Reedheart nodded, tuned tail, and ran back towards camp. 'I'll go straight to AspenClan now that Reedheart's gone' He thought, heading towards the border.
That was a short chapter! Sorry guys!
