I saw Leafthorn go to find the others to try and gather them for the search party. I bounced on my paws, wanting to go. The sooner we could get her back, the better. Sunspeckle was my clanmate and friend; I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to her that I could have stopped. Plus, I hadn't done much and was aching to do something productive again. My impatience got the better of me and I raced out of the clearing, following the trail of Sunspeckle and Sparrow. I would ask forgiveness of the others later. I realized after a while that they were heading into familiar territory. TansyClan.
As I ran, I suddenly felt the crippling weight of my solitude like a dog snapping at my heels. The need to be with other cats, even the grouchy ones back in the clearing was almost enough to get me to turn back around. I faltered in my pace, slowing down to a walk. I sucked in a lungful of air and pressed onwards. The camp is closer than the clearing. The camp is closer than the clearing. I thought, trying to get the motivation to keep going.
I followed the scent to the outskirts of the clan camp. I felt my entire body relax as the familiar sights and sounds washed over me. Except they weren't familiar. I poked my head through a fern patch for a better look. Sunspeckle was with her parents, but none of them looked very happy. Even Sparrow looked sheepish. I strained to make out the conversation.
"Our daughter wouldn't do such a thing!" Creamfur, her mother, said. She looked aggravated, angry even. All eyes were on Sunspeckle, who was looking back at everyone is disbelief. What was going on?
"But how do we know that for sure?" came the quick reply, this time from her father Embertail. "No cat is perfect, Creamfur... Especially our daughter."
Cats were nodding in agreement. What was happening? They weren't...exiling Sunspeckle, were they? A cold fury gripped me like claws while I watched from the undergrowth. Those were her parents for StarClan's sake, why weren't they defending her more? A low growl escaped from my throat as I unsheathed my claws.
(Also I found out that Eaglestrike's specific breed of cat doesn't exist in the wild so I made him a weird backstory. Eaglestrike is a kittypet-turned-warrior. He's a breed of cat called a Chausie which doesn't naturally occur in the wild. They're a crossbreed of a wildcat and a domesticated shorthair. He's an F1, which means he is about as wild and untame as they get. His owner used him for fighting in gladiator-like battles, so he has killed before. He managed to escape when he was about eight moons and found TansyClan, where he became a apprentice and then a warrior. He can barely stand to be by himself because he feels like the ghosts of the animals he fought will come and haunt him. It's pretty much all in his head though, but it's enough to cause him problems. The friendly personality he emits is his way of paying back the brutality of his early life. He doesn't tell anyone the truth and as far as anyone knows, he was tired of kittypet life and just wanted to join a clan because it looked fun.)