This is for Nightspirit's contest. All the credit of the plot therefore goes to Nightspirit and not me. Also, it'ssupposed to be two-shot based on Hawkpaw/Hawkspirit becoming a Messenger. Thanks. Again, the credit does not go to me, it goes to Nightspirit/The Spirit That Comes At Night
Also, another thing, the Clan that I'm using is from my forum, so if you haven't signed up or read it, you should. But the credit of the plot still goes to Nightspirit
Hawkkit trembled in her sleep. Mist covered the ground, getting her paws soaked from the dewy echoed in the shadowy darkness as she took a step into darkness. Her tiny claws extended at the first sound, and she felt unseen pelts brushing against hers. Suddenly, she heard the deputy's voice calling after her. Two orange semi-balls stared into her, and extreme pain rushed through her body as the cat's teeth met her throat.
"Stormbreeze!" she tried to scream, but her voice was cut short as blackness covered her vision.
"Hello, Hawkpaw, my name is Mistyspirit," a gray tabby murmured. Sympathy shone in her wide blue eyes. "I am sorry to tell you your life has been short lived." It faded, only to be replaced by another vision.
"Hawkpaw, welcome to the Unknown. Your destiny is here," a voice whispered in her ear. The young kit thrashed her paws wildly, but the darkness didn't leave; instead, her vision blurred into another.
"Hawkkit, wake up! Your apprentice ceremony is about to begin," growled her mother, Lightningstrike. "And apprentices don't get to spend the day sleeping. She gave Hawkpaw a few licks to flatten the fur. "Go on! You're just in time." Clawstar stood on the Fallen Pine.
"Hawkkit, from this moment on until you receive your warrior name you will be known as Hawkpaw. Your mentor will be Stormbreeze. Stormbreeze, I mentored you well. Pass on all you know to Hawkpaw." Clawstar leaped down from the fallen pine tree.
The soft-furred tabby leaned forward to touch noses with the young apprentice. "Do you want to patrol the territory today?" she meowed. Hawkpaw looked hard at the new deputy, but the light brown she-cat was unwavering. Of course I do! I've been trapped in the nursery for so long!
Stormbreeze, having guessed the newly made apprentice's thoughts, nodded encouragingly. "Okay then, that's settled. Let's go!" She turned to Cinderfrost and Larkpaw. "Do you want to come with us?" Cinderfrost glanced at her apprentice and finally nodded.
"Sure," she agreed. "We'll come." Looking at Stormbreeze with a gleam of amusement in her eyes, she added, "You never know when WillowClan will cross the border!"
Mistyspirit gazed down at the newly made apprentice. Little did she know her life would not last long The poor she-cat wouldn't make it back to camp. Mistyspirit decided she would bring her to the Spirit Isle. She was, after all, going to have to find an apprentice to take her place.
It was almost time.
Hawkpaw's place in the Spirit Isle would soon begin.
"I bet you can't catch me!" Hawkpaw raced away, keeping her pace so Stormbreeze would be able to catch up.
Larkpaw smirked. "I bet I could," he shot back. Hawkpaw looked behind her shoulder to see the brown tabby tom haring after her. The tom skidded to a halt after a few heartbeats.
"Hawkpaw, wait!" yowled Stormbreeze, but Hawkpaw wasn't paying attention.
"You're going to pass the WillowClan border!" Larkpaw yowled. "Stop!" Hawkpaw skidded to a halt, but too late, she had already crossed the border. The smells were weirder than any Clan scent could be. Unless WillowClan ate crow-food and didn't look after themselves. Which Hawkpaw guessed any Clan wouldn't.
"Hello, kit," spat a cat's voice from the shadows. Hawkpaw's fur started to rise.
"I'm not a kit, I'm an apprentice!" she spat back.
"Apprentices should know not to go beyond their own borders," hissed the cat. "I hope you're ready for a fight, because you sure asked for one!" Without warning, the cat attacked. Hawkpaw's instincts screamed at her to fight back, but she didn't have any idea how. The only fights she had ever had were fights in the nursery with the other kits.
The jet-black tom shoved her to the ground, snarling, "I could stop the hunt for the day and use you for my supper. Then I'll use your fur to line my nest!" His amber eyes glittered like semi-balls of fire in the half-light.
The gray tabby she-cat watched as the new apprentice struggled to balance against the large tomcat, who was now slashing her mercilessly with his claws. Mistyspirit waited for the death that was about to happen.. the death that would not send Hawkpaw to StarClan but to the Messengers of StarClan.
Mistyspirit watched.. and waited. It's almost time now, she thought. I'll have to bring her here when she dies, or I will have to wait much longer.
"Hawkpaw!" Stormbreeze yowled. Hurling herself across the WillowClan border, she leaped at the tabby tom. "Keep away from her!" she snarled. She was close now, but not close enough.
"I will, I will," the tom drawled. "In a moment." And in that moment, a moment that Hawkpaw did not foresee, he slammed the young apprentice to the ground and sunk his teeth into her throat.
"Stormbreeze!-" Hawkpaw's yowl was cut short as the jet-black tom finished the work he started with a hard and painful blow. Hawkpaw struggled against it, but she was soon overwhelmed by a choking blackness.
She opened her eyes uncomfortably. The pain had stopped, and a white fog surrounded her. A light gray tabby she-cat stood in the middle of it.
"Hello, Hawkpaw," she meowed plainly, but her mouth did not move.