right as rain [closed]

Over the last half moon, the camp had fallen into an impossible mixture of “busier than usual” and “deathly quiet,” bustling and tense as the air before a battle. With four RiverClan kits missing, three of them Ivystar’s own, no one could afford to relax. If anything, the Gathering had left them with even more questions; every Clan (even SkyClan, the Clan he’d assumed was at fault) had lost kits. They had no evidence, now. No one to blame; nowhere to start.

Yet the kits were the last thing on Snowflight’s mind. He had his own reasons to be tense. He’d offered to stand guard near the nursery in case the kitnapper returned; in truth, it was mostly an excuse to keep off of the territory. The further from Sunningrocks, the better. There wasn’t much sun to bathe in (in fact, judging by the rain-heavy clouds rolling toward camp, he’d be ending his watch colder than he’d started), but Snowflight rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes, tail flicking back and forth against the dirt. His good ear twitched. Maybe he could get a few minutes of sleep.