Blackheart saw his leader go out and call for Ebonycloud. Thats when he realized he didn't se his son. He raced to Wolfstar's side. "I will help you find him." he meowed over the roaring winds.
Ebonyclouds whiskeres were frozen and he couldn't feel his paws. He stumbled a few times but kept up his pace. Frozen tears of pain rolled down his face. The wind howled in his ears and he couldn't hear anything. The sky was pitch black and he was furious with himself for bringing Mothpaw out here. Determination was the only thing that drove him homward.
Blackheart looked at Wolfstar. "I'll go this way! You go the other!" he yelled. He nodded and raced off. "EBONYCLOUD!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He looked and thought he saw a black figure. But couldn't tell with all the snow it it. He stepped closer.
Ebonycloud was staggering now. He swayed as the wind blew him back and forth ,"DAD! HELP ME!" he screached in to the howling wind. Mothpaw wasn't moving on his back and he was afraid it was too late.
Wolfstar's eyes widened as he heard and answering call. He raced forward, as fast as if it were sunny, and reached Ebonycloud. "Blackheart! Over here!" He called, taking Mothpaw lightly off his shoulders and holding her by the scruff. "I've got her." He whispered.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Blackheart saw Wolfstar had Mothpaw and took Ebonycloud by the scruff and flung him onto his back. "Hold on!" he called. The storm was getting so strong it was hard to even see. He looked at Wolfstar. "Which way!" he called.
Ebonycloud's heart leapt. He had made it. His frozen paws grasped his father's fur and he burried his face in to it. His body was rigid and growing even colder as the moments passed by.
Wolfstar had been in this forest for many seasons, and knew it by heart, even when it was covered by snow. He looked around, then spotted the way. "This way!" He yowled, his voice muffled by Mothpaw's fur. He began racing, making sure that Blackheart was keeping up.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."