Post by *Spanglestar on Aug 6, 2008 10:40:58 GMT -5
Hawkpaw was in a clearing. Suddenly she saw a kit-it was Wildkit! Hawkpaw rolled her eyes. Not him again! Why did she have to be bothered by a stupid kit when she was almost a warrior? Suddenly a paw stepped in front of her. Hawkpaw looked up. It was a silver tortoiseshell cat-just like herself. “Greetings, Hawkpaw. You may think that I’m crazy, but there will come a time when Wildkit means the world to you.” Then the cat faded.
Hawkpaw shuddered. Surely that couldn’t mean she would like the stupid kit. She thought of her memories of Wildkit-he had clawed her paws when she was eight moons old and he a newborn, he had been terribly annoying all the time…Hawkpaw shook her head. No. It was a dream. It wouldn’t happen. She didn’t even know the cat who had told that to her-so how did she know that the cat was telling the truth? How did the cat even know?
Hawkpaw stretched. Light was seeping into the apprentices’ den. It must be near sunhigh. She had slept in!
“Hey, Hawkpaw!”
Hawkpaw whirled around to see a brown tortoiseshell with black stripes standing behind her. It was Brownpaw.
“Hawkpaw? Jadeclaw just told me that Mistystar has decided that we’re to have our warrior ceremonies today!”
Hawkpaw grinned. “Really? I’ve been waiting and waiting for so long!” she did a little dance with Brownpaw.
Suddenly the two friends heard a yowl. “Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Stream Rock for a Clan meeting!” Hawkpaw and Brownpaw raced each other and skidded to a stop directly below the large rock, which had a waterfall tumbling down the back into a small pond, which continued as a river and flowed into both rivers that made the RiverClan camp an island.
Mistystar looked down at the two apprentices proudly. Hawkpaw had been her own apprentice. “I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these young cats. They have trained hard to understand and respect the ways of your noble code, and to you I commend them, with the name of warrior. Brownpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Brownwhisker. Hawkpaw, from this moment on you will be known as…”
“Cheesehead!” a yowl rose from the nursery. Hawkpaw groaned. Wildkit again. That little gold and brown tabby never gave up, did he? Furious, Hawkpaw turned her hazel eyes on him. They locked onto his innocent laughing green ones. She snarled, then turned her attention back to Mistystar, who was also giving the disobedient kit a glare.
“Hawkpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Hawkpath. Serve your Clan well you two!” Mistystar yowled.
Cheers could be heard from the assembled cats. “Brownwhisker! Hawkpath! Brownwhisker! Hawkpath!”
Hawkpath was filled with joy. She smiled at the gathered cats, frowning at Wildkit. Suddenly a voice rang in the two warriors’ ears.
“Con-grat-ula-tions!” the snotty voice belonged to Mousetail, who thought Wildkit was adorable.
“Maybe Cheesehead wants something to eat. Want some cheese, mousey?” it was Orangepelt, another Wildkit fan, and Mousetail’s best friend. “Or, I should say, want some mousey, cheese?”
Hawkpath snarled. That was Wildkit’s nickname! Mouse. “Don’t call me that!” she hissed.
“Oh, so you’re perfect, now that you’re a warrior?” Orangepelt laughed haughtily. “Pardon me, majesty.”
Brownwhisker nudged Hawkpath. “It’s probably time to be heading towards the enterance. We don’t want to be late to start our vigil.”
Hawkpath nodded, remembering that it was forbidden to speak during the silent vigil, which lasted for one day, unless the Clan was attacked.
The two cats headed towards the entrance and sat down so they could keep watch on the camp and listen for intruders.
Hawkpath yawned. It’s going to be hard not to fall asleep tonight, she thought, her mind reeling. She took a look at the nursery and saw Wildkit watching her. She stuck her tongue out at him, then turned her attention back to the clearing.
