#clanmoons

Sweetkit slowly stirs awake, dried grass and moss crinkling as she moves. Tanglefern looms over her, eyes wide and twinkling.

"What were you and Bearface thinking, being out so long?" He scolds, tail lashing with worry. "You're lucky the patrol found you when they did, or you both could have roasted."

"Ain't 'er fault, Tanglefern." Another voice huffs. "I led 'er out there."

Tanglefern's head tilts to the occupied nest across the burrow, and Sweetkit idly follows his gaze. When her eyes land on Bearface—a thin strip of moss wrapped around his paws, but alive, indisputably alive—she can't quite suppress the excited squeak that escapes her. She quickly hops to her feet, but Tanglefern pushes her back to her bedding with a deft paw.

"I can't let you go quite yet, Sweetkit." Tanglefern tells her, readjusting her messy bedding into something more presentable and sanitary. "Cougargleam and Coniferstripe found you both out cold at the border, and I can't let either of you wander off unless I'm certain you're in good health. No mistakes."

Sweetkit lets out a pitiful sputter, and flops back onto the moss bed.

Well, it could be worse. It looks like Miss Molly was at least nice enough to bring them back to camp!

Moon 3, Pt. 8.

The Pale Molly approaches.

Moon 3, Pt. 7.

Sweetkit is very tired.

Moon 3, Pt. 6.

For the first time in moons, Flaildrizzle prays. She cannot lose another, not someone so young. She thinks that, if he goes, she may shatter so thoroughly that no one will be able to pick up all her pieces.

Tanglefern says that he'll be okay, that he simply needs to heal, but he said that last time and Flaildrizzle isn't naive anymore.

StarClan, in all your cruelty, please do not take him.

Moon 3, Pt. 1.

It's becoming dark. The night is cold and full of danger; Bearface has always warned her about staying out late, but she does not want to leave him here. What if something happens while she's gone? What if he wakes up alone? She wouldn't want to be alone.

But it's so late, and no one has come to help. Should she start looking? Maybe the clan will find them soon if they stay in one spot, that's what Tanglefern said, but maybe something else will find them instead.

Moon 3, Pt. 5.

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It's going to get dark soon.

Moon 3, Pt. 4.

When he first saw it, he tried to scramble back, but its claws dug into his paws, leaving thin ribbons of blood in their wake. Bearface tries to squirm out of its grip, but it only bares its weight down harder. Panicked, Bearface sinks his teeth into the thing's paws, cringing as something sour and rotten hits his tongue, but with a full-body spasm, it lets go.

He doesn't have time to catch himself before he hits the ground, and the last thing that passes through his mind is how much it looks like Honeyspring.

Moon 3, Pt. 3.

Bearface cast a quick glance around as Sweetkit's voice lilted in a sing-song count. Hiding spots were scarce, but he couldn't stray too far—who could guess what kind of mischief his little furball might get up to if unsupervised?

The woods loomed close. He could scale one of the trees, aching limbs aside. Or perhaps he might wedge himself into one of the abandoned rabbit burrows nearby, dark and narrow.

Moon 3, Pt. 2.

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