Moons Ago... Beestripe

Beestripe, the great warrior who was the mother of Fuzzypelt, is only mentioned in FuzzWarriors and the Story of Fuzzypelt, so I feel obligated to tell the tale of her disappearence.

"Fuzzykit!" Beestripe yowled painfully. The scrambling kit was being pushed closer to the edge of nothing.

"Beestripe! BEESTRIPE!" the kit screeched, plummeting downwards into the darkness.

"Beestripe!" a voice mewed in her ear rudely.

Jumping up with ruffled fur, she glanced fearfully around the camp. Everything was calm, peaceful.

"Except for my heart," Beestripe thought sorrowfully.

Padding out into the open, she breathed in the frosty air and sighed. A moon since it happened, and she was still shaken with nightmares. Fuzzykit was gone.

"Beestripe, we need to talk," Sharpclaw whispered urgently.

Beestripe glanced around quickly before turning to follow Sharpclaw.

"They won't let us go on another search. They won't allow us out of our territory again," Sharpclaw mewed, "but we can go without them. We can search for Fuzzykit ourselves."

Beestripe hesitated to accept. Breaking the warrior code was a serious trouble.

"Ok." Beestripe agreed.

"What are you two up to?" Fishtail meowed casually.

"Nothing you need to stick your nose into!" Sharpclaw growled.

"Ok, ok! You don't have to be rude now!" Fishtail muttered, stalking away.

"We leave tomorrow at Moon High," Sharpclaw whispered, brushing past Beestripe softly.