Plasmaheart is nowhere to be found.
"Plasmaheart!" Nebulaclaw calls frantically into the blue forest. "Where are you?"
Auroralight's tail swishes impatiently. "Where has he gone?"
"I don't know," Orbitstripe sighs. "But it's unlike him to just leave."
Zenithscar and Meteorstrike walk side by side to the small clan.
The tall, teal trees hand high over the purple dusty ground as the bright planets glisten up above.
Calderatail ducks her head. "StarClan knows where he is," she mutters. "What do you think happened to him?"
Kuiperspot sits down, glancing at her clanmates. "I have no clue," she says, shrugging. "He could've gone out hunting."
"He would've heard us by now!" Nebulaclaw groans, frustrated. "Ugh, none of this makes sense!"
Orbitstripe tenses up. "Do you think he's hurt?" He suggests. "Because Nebulaclaw's right, he would of heard us."
Zenithscar sniffs. "Do you think we should go look for him?" He asks.
Meteorstrike glares at him. "We are."
His brother rolls his eyes. "No, you fuzz-brain, like, actually look for him."
Meteorstrike flattens his ears. "Whatever."
Auroralight sighs. "Guys, that doesn't matter," she concludes. "We should go look for him."
"Okay," Nebulaclaw agrees. "Let's go."

The clan searches on and on, working through the night, covering every square inch of the blue, foggy forest, but to no avail.

Plasmaheart is gone forever.

There is no one to accuse.