The Missing (Open)

A knot of worry had been troubling Rippedsky ever since he got back to camp. Typically, by now, he would be sharing tongues with his mate and catching up on the day's events. But now she was no where to be found. For a bit he had assumed she was just out stretching her legs. While Cherrymist was blind, she had proved herself to be independent over and over, and he respected that. However, this was unusually long for her, especially now that she was expecting kits again. After poking his head into the nursery, the tom realized she was truly nowhere to be found around camp. Gradually, the worry was turning to panic.

"Have you seen Cherrymist anywhere?" He padded briskly over to the next clanmate he saw, looking for some answers. Realistically, she could just be out. But something felt wrong.





OCC: for anyone jumping in, she was kidnapped by Bear along with Pansyface.

Brierkit had been padding around camp, worry etched in every line of the bigger kit's body. At the sound of his father's voice, the grey and white kit turned, odd eyes landing on Rippedsky. His left eye was mainly golden brown, almost the color of honey. But in the bottom left corner was a blotch of warm brown as deep as a dark oak's bark. His right eye was the palest of blue, almost as it it were blind, though he has excellent vision.
He quickly bounded over, making a soft trilling sound as he butted his head against his father's foreleg softly. But the warrior's words made his heart sink. So he hadn't seen Cherrymist either. "She didn't sleep in the nursery last night,' he said quietly, looking up. Anger and sorrow and unease glittered in his odd eyes. He'd taken it upon himself to watch over his mother ever since learning he'd be a big brother, and he hadn't watched her last night. The kit was clearly blaming himself for Cherrymist's disappearance.