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Chapter 1

“Haha! You’re right! He does look like a weasel!” Hawkpaw laughed at Blackpaw’s joke about his mentor, Snaptwig, as he padded into the apprentice’s den. He then crashed onto his nest, ginger fur covered in dead grass and leaves. “Well, G’Night.” He said quietly as he curled up to sleep. “Night…” Blackpaw murmured, having half-drifted to sleep already. The next thing Hawkpaw knew he was falling, down, down, down. He landed with a thump and a groan. He opened his eyes a saw a bright forest. He could see every detail on every leaf, and he realized that everything was made of stars… A midnight blue (literally) creek trickled down, with stars twinkling on its surface. All kinds of trees, from oak to weeping willow, pine to apple trees, grew in a rich forest before him. And out of that forest came two starry figures. A black cat with white stripes down his back, and a large, battle scarred dark red tabby. The black cat spoke first. “I am Darkstar.” She said. “The first leader of DarkClan!” Hawkpaw exclaimed. “Yes.” The other cat, a tom, said. “And I am Flick.” Hawkpaw’s ear twitched in confusion. He had never heard that name before. But it sounded like…A rogue name? “Surprised?” He said in a gravely voice. “Yes, I’m a rogue.” Hawkpaw took an instinctive step back. Everyone said rogues couldn’t be trusted. Elders, warriors, queens, even the deputy, Grayflicker, had told the apprentices to come back to camp and report it if they saw one. “No need to fear, Hawkpaw. He won’t bite.“ Darkstar said, amused. Hawkpaw ducked his head, embarrassed. “Now, we have business to attend to.” Flick said, and Darkstar’s amused expression disappeared. “Yes. You see Hawkpaw, there is a prophecy, one that may well change the fate of the Clan forever.” She mewed darkly.
“Not only the Clans.” Flicker growled darkly.
“Yes. Rogues, loners, maybe a kittypet or two even. Listen closely.” The ancient leader advised. And then suddenly countless voices, some quiet, others loud, started to talk, all together. “The wolf will howl, and the darkness will shine. The Sergeant and the apprentice will charge into battle, but won’t return unscarred.” They chanted. The chant became louder and louder, faster and faster, until it sounded like a constant roar, loud enough to tear down StarClan itself. Hawkpaw’s ears laid back and he crouched, covering them with his paws. “Ahh! Stop!” And suddenly, one by one, the voices faded. He blinked, and he was back in his den. He wondered what it meant. He shook his head. It was probably just a dream. But he couldn’t get the voices out of his head.
“The wolf will howl, and the darkness will shine. The Sergeant and the apprentice will charge into battle, but won’t return unscarred.”
“Ay! Get up, runt.” Hawkpaw scrambled up at the voice of his mentor, daylight streaming into the den. “Yes sir.” He growled back to Strikefang. “Hunting. Now.” The gray, battlescarred, warrior growled in a strikingly familiar gravelly voice, and padded out of camp. Hawkpaw groaned and followed him out. Outside of camp, dark, dead, hollow trees surrounded him. Shadows coated the ground, and mist swirled around him. “You hunted well yesterday in the Greens, runt.” The Greens, the only patch of DarkClan territory that had live trees and plants had much prey, but in winter foxes and badgers moved in. Too many to fight off, so they had another boarder, heavily guarded, just outside the Greens. “So today, you train in the Shadows.” Strikefang continued. Hawkpaw gritted his teeth. The Shadows had scarce prey, with the exception of owls and fish, maybe a frog or two. “Now, here in the Shadows, one fairly easy way to hunt is Owl Stalking. As you know, owls hunt mice and voles at night.” He mewed in a deep, rough voice, circling Hawkpaw. “So, if you hunt at night, you can silently stalk behind it, then, as it grabs prey, pounce, striking down it, and its mouse. This should be easy, if you are at least somewhat capable.” He added slyly. Hawkpaw seethed with anger. Strikefang seemed not to notice as his ears swiveled one way. His nose twitched, and without looking, he flicked his tail and said, “Practice on that robin landing to grab some seed.” Hawkpaw whipped around to look where his mentor indicated. There was, indeed, a robin fluttering down. He stalked towards it, feeling Strikefang’s icy eyes burning into his pelt. He could almost feel his hot breath on his neck. He swallowed, and pounced on the bird. With a loud squawk, it hopped back and flew away, flapping furiously. He cursed under his breath. “Too loud. And now it’s probably scared away the rest of the prey. We may as well hunt in the Greens.”
“But, can’t we just go further that way?” Hawkpaw said and flicked his tail. “Surely it didn’t scare anything over there. The wind’s going that way!” He flicked his tail in the opposite direction.
“The Shadows may be huge, but listen. What do you hear?” Strikefang said with a roll of his eyes.
“Nothing.”
“My point exactly. Anything could have heard that call.
Hawkpaw felt a sense of defeat. If he hadn’t pressured me I could have caught that!! He thought angrily and padded after him towards the Greens.