The Story of Fuzzypelt : Learning it the Hard Way

Sniffing around, Fuzzy detected the smell of many cats. She couldn't discern any of the smells, but reason told her that the River Clan camp was close.

"So! How did you end up coming to the river?" Brakenpaw questioned eagerly.

"An old friend of mine told me. He said his father used to know a Thunder Clan cat named Firestar. He told me the story of Beestripe and Sharpclaw. He encouraged me to come to the woods, and I felt at home by the river." Fuzzy explained.

"Oh," Brakenpaw mewed quietly, glancing at Skypaw. She padded calmly toward the entrance to the camp.

"What's wrong?" Fuzzypelt asked, sensing their worry.

"Sharpclaw... Beestripe... they are both gone." Brakentail mewed.

"Gone?!" Fuzzypelt mewed loudly, not aware that they were entering the camp.

"Not dead, but they dissappeared from River Clan about 4 moons ago. They haven't been seen since." Skypaw mewed comfortingly.

Shocked, Fuzzy stutmbled around, swirling thoughts surrounding her. She had imagined Beestripe and Sharpclaw welcoming her into the forest's troubles. But they were gone. What would she do without them?