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Hawkstar sat in his den, sharpening his claws on a flat rock with claw marks. He grimaced, looking at a small, thin cat in the corner. Branches were laid down in the corner. "Get me something to eat. OR I'll claw you open and feed you to my pet foxes." He spat, no hint of kindness in his voice. He stood up, stretching his claws as the tiny, dusky gray tom sprinted past. He laid down in his nest, lined with cat skulls. He spun one around on it's bone perch. He had killed it himself. In fact, he killed all of them himself. He trotted outside and gazed over the camp from his high den opening. Hawkstar jumped down, landing gracefully on a large, dark brown bear pelt. He spun around and stalked into the nursery. He searched for Scorchrip, his beloved mate. The kits were laid down in front of her and he smiled. Life was good.
Chapter 2
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Scorchrip licked Hawkstar's scarred muzzle. "Hello." She said with a purr. "This is Sharpkit, Bearkit, and Goldenkit. It's a shame you were away when I had these lovelies." Her mate nodded, gave each kit a lick and dashed off. He found Coldheart and smiled. "Coldheart. Let's go. We're in need of some warriors. Gather the strongest warriors and bring them to the bone arena. I'll see you there." He meowed. Coldheart sprinted off and Hawkstar emerged into the green woods. An eerie cat screech echoed, cut short by something else killing it. He gave no frown, nor smile, and kept walking. Soon he had crossed the border into Mouseclan. He re-named all the clans, giving them names of prey such as Birdclan or Rabbitclan. He strutted into their camp as horrified glances looked at him. Some glared, some looked at him with amazed gazes. He picked out the stronger, amazed apprentices and was soon to make them Hawkclan apprentices. He beckoned for the warriors with glares to come with him.
Chapter 3
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Hawkstar trotted out of the camp, holding his chin up high. The apprentices dashed along, smiling. While the warriors walked, their broad shoulders sagging. Soon, they came to a clearing with a sand pit. He smiled, his pearly white teeth showing. Two cats escorted the warriors into a bone 'cage'. Warriors from Hawkclan were deeply engaged in a conversation. Hawkstar jumped on a rock that hung over the pit. "Cats of Hawkclan and Mouseclan. We are gathered here today, for Hawkclan needs cats and Mouseclan has many cats. The apprentices will battle our young apprentices and the warriors will battle me or one or my warriors." He yowled with a grin. A young warrior led a dark gray she-cat into the ring. He leaped in with her. For a few minutes they circled, the Hawkclan warrior leaping on her after a while, pinning her down. She fell limp, for the warrior had slit her throat. His sharp claws glistened in the sunlight, the crimson liquid dripping onto the sandy ground, staining it. He dragged the body and threw it into the the pile in a dark cave. This went on, all the cats whom were not killed, and hadn't killed Hawkstar's warriors, were now Hawkclan warriors. The apprentices tousled together, not fighting. He led them into the camp, their heads held high.
Chapter 4
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"Come on Goldenkit!" Yowled Bearkit and Sharpkit. "Are you a wimp?" "No." Goldenkit replied defiantly. Their mother laughed a little at this behavior as her daughter walked over to her mother. She laid down in the nest made of a bear cub pelt. Bearkit liked it, and thought it was called a Bear Pelt after him, so he hogged it. As Goldenkit fell asleep, the toms were playing Bloodclan versus Hawkclan. Their dad had killed Scour-Tiny. As least, his descendant. "I shall kill you, Hawkstar!" Bearkit yowled, acting like Tiny. "I will kill you first, Scourge!" His brother, Sharpkit hissed, acting like his father. He leaped on his brother, claws sheathed and 'killed' Tiny. After that they scampered over to the slave den's back entrance and put mouse bile on the bush. The hid in the bush as a scrawny white she-cat walked forward, heading straight into the mouse bile. "What in the name of Starclan!??!?!?" She yowled, her white coat now a yucky color. She mumbled and headed to the stream, as she knew she was going to get in trouble and be, well, beaten.
Chapter 5
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Scorchrip was waiting at the nursery entrance for a slave. "Hel-lo! Get me some food, you pieces of fox dung!" She yowled at the playing slaves. One, just one, went over to the freshkill pile and grabbed a plump rabbit, a vole, and a fat mouse. The cat dropped the prey at Scorchrip's feet and grinned nervously. "Thank you." The queen meowed. "You go take a break for, let's see... The next gathering? Yes. That will work. If someone asks, tell them I said you could." The young cat's ears perked up, as well as their dragging orange tail. "Really? Thank you, miss Scorchrip!" She yowled, running into the slaves den. Scorchrip chuckled. Such enthusiasm! She'd make a great warrior. I'll talk to Hawkstar about this... SHe thought kindly. The slave was boasting to her friends, who were now looking at Scorchrip in awe. She was never like that! The kits walked out drowsily, and seeing the prey, perked up. They dove in, eating like young fox cubs who haven't eaten for a moon. Scorchrip lower her elegant head and began to slowly eat the vole.
I finally made the RP of this, so I decided to redo this. I will try and add more as soon as I can.
I have, currently, three people working on pictures of some charries. I want to thank StarShaper, Piney, and especially Fennir, who is doing it for free!
<- By Xeno
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