WOLFSONG & MOONFROST
It had been many moons since they had taken to the mountains in search of their lost sister. The silvery she-cat let out a sigh, letting her gaze wander over the stones of the foothills.
At least the snow has melted...
Truthfully she was beginning to lose hope. Her best friend was dead, her mate was missing, and now her little sister. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of her other sister continuing to investigate the underbrush for any sign of the missing. The black tabby was nose deep in a juniper bush, ears swiveling, mouth open to catch any faint scent.
Closing her blue eyes for a moment, Wolfsong took a cleansing breath, then padded back to Moonfrost.
"I don't think they're here either. We should cross this location off of our list," she said, and Moonfrost gave a hoarse, agreeing chirp. The dark striped warrior gently placed her tail tip on Wolfsong's shoulder before padding farther away, finding a path through the foothills to continue their search.
Wolfsong stifled a sigh and padded after her sister. This search was truly fruitless, but she was grateful that through everything she still had her sibling to comfort her. Moonfrost had always been by her side, and the silver tabby was certain that without her, she would have lost her mind a long time ago.
She looked up suddenly as Moonfrost's tail went high in alert as she fervently sniffed at the ground.
"What is it, Moonfrost?" Wolfsong inquired as she padded to Moonfrost's shoulder. The dark warrior's eyes were glittering with both joy and alarm as she indicated a bramble in front of her. Wolfsong opened her own jaws and drew the scents over her tongue. Shock tingled through her paws.
Riverclan scent?!
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