I skipped 13. You probably didn't notice.

Ivytail's POV

I dare not blink as I starred into the yellow depths of his eyes. He stared back at me with pupils like Scourges claws. Everything else became almost blurred around his eyes, as I was sent into what felt like a dreamy trans. I forget to think, and just let every second of this crisp away. All of it slides by, floating by in a river.

An icy burn behind my eyes begins to waver, and my eyes begin to feel like wind is blowing harshly on them. I blink, not on mind command, but on irresistible instinct.

A sharp whisper proceeds from his mouth, "Meet me at half-bridge, moonhigh." Then he trots off with the ball of black and white fur trailing unsuspectedly behind. I shutter, fore I'd heard rumblings about Foxcatcher plotting some mischievous plans. Of course, nothing confirmed. Except, all my mind is able to trail these rumors back to is when the young warrior had attaked Rowanstar- our proud leader.

Waking up from my head, I see I'm staring at the pines outside our camp. Jerking my head aside, I think, do I tell Rowanstar..? He would want to go after Foxcatcher and Maplekit... If I told him, whatever Foxcatcher is doing would come to an end- but- what is he doing? Hunting? Why with a kit? And what did 'meet me at half-bridge, moonhigh' mean? Meet him at half-bridge.. At moonhigh?

These thoughts clouded my mind and I decided to forget it all, and go out on a patrol with Troutpaw and Starlingwing.

After we set out for the RiverClan-ShadowClan border line, the three of us trekked quickly by. Troutpaw didn't speak much, but I could sense the anger from him to become a warrior already. He'd been an apprentice for quite some time, and I guessed Rowanstar was just waiting for him to do something.. Heroic? Worthy? Something to prove himself. Starlingwing was more alert, and I was happy he kept his chattery mouth shut and his eyes focused.

When we were nearing the ShadowClan camp, I decided to hunt. Not necessarily for prey, but for Foxcatcher and Maplekit. I knew they probably weren't hunting- which is what scared me. What business could Foxcatcher have with a kit.

But, most everyone in ShadowClan knew that Maplekit wasn't the average kit. She had a way 'bout her days that separated her from Frostkit and Mumblekit and Shallowkit, and all of Foxcatchers. The thought of those four hurt me, but the thought of the look on Scorchshade's face made me think he (Foxcatcher) didn't love her much as I had thought.

As I absently padded along the uneven rows of pines, I caught a brief scent of Maplekit. Scanning the ground for the little furball, I found no trace of her. Maybe Foxcatcher took her back, I thought. With this, I pondered the idea of going back to camp, and proceeded so.

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As I entered camp, I noted that there was no scent of Maplekit on the steps up to the clearing, but a particularly fresh one of the red warrior. The thought of Foxcatcher leave a helpless, though maybe special, kit in the pines by herself, was deathifying to both of us.

I thought on this, while sharing tongues with Dawnpelt- my previous apprentice. I knew quite a few cats didn't like her, because she was so chatty and sassy. She's stubborn, so she try's and try's again, and she speaks her opinion, which makes her honest. Of course, you can annoy and hurt ones feeling and ideas with those traits. She just has to know how such way, in a mature way, to use them.

Of course, Dawnpelt seemed to forbid to think with all the mouth moving she did. I tried to listen, about the robin she caught and how it was unlikely at this moon, and how she wondered were Maplekit was.

This lead me to believe that Snowbird had told Rowanstar, who had made it public. Without the little curious kit trolling around, asking questions about when cats started sharing tongues, and why the sky was bleu and what made leaves green. She also pulled elaborate tricks and stunts. Like when she walked across a stick, that been laying on the camp ground.

Her mind was just filled to the top with questions and logic. That's why we (ShadowClan) had proceeded her as a bit special. I certainly hate to use the word special for one, specific kit. Dawnpelt explained that Rowanstar had sent patrols to search for her, and that two patrols (sent at different times) would search the edges of our territory at night for her.

"A kit lost is like a warrior lost. Everyone should pray, everyone should search, and everyone should cherish each other even more," I said.