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Post by Moonstar on May 8, 2007 17:15:02 GMT -5
Yeah. I know the title sounds really B movieish. Be glad it's not C movieish.
Hawkfrost’s Revenge By Moonstar
Prologue
Fear was rushing through the dark tabby, but his stride hid this fact. He was met by a dark brown tabby tom, with large muscles and foreboding amber eyes. The younger dark tabby’s ice blue eyes betrayed nothing as his elder reached him. The older dark tabby dipped his head coolly. “Hawkfrost, my son. Did you lose your final life as leader of the forest?” He asked. Hawkfrost shook his head. “No, Tigerstar, but…” He began, but his father cut him off. “How disappointing. You’ve failed me, Hawkfrost. You are the last person I’d expect to do so.” Tigerstar growled, then lunged at his son. He kept a paw on his neck. “Convince me not to make you walk through this forest maimed.” Hawkfrost struggled, but it was useless. “I didn’t do anything wrong! Brambleclaw murdered me!” He shrieked, but in anger, not fear. Tigerstar didn’t release his son. “Continue.” He ordered. Hawkfrost looked up, sincerity creeping into his voice as he growled, “If I could do it all again, I would kill Firestar, Brambleclaw, and any piece of foxdung that stood in my way!” Tigerstar smiled and released the dark tabby. “Good. Now listen, it’s irregular, but StarClan did it, so I too, can do it! You will be able to do it all again.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is about the reincarnation of Hawkfrost, but to me, reincarnation is COMEPLETELY FICTION! I just want to make it clear I do not believe it reincarnation.
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Post by Runningfoot on May 8, 2007 17:18:05 GMT -5
okay!contineu!
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Post by Moonstar on May 11, 2007 21:59:32 GMT -5
I'm afraid I have a relative visiting, so I have less computer time, so it might take awhile.
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Post by Runningfoot on May 12, 2007 7:15:20 GMT -5
foxdung!
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Post by Moonstar on May 12, 2007 15:14:27 GMT -5
Tut-tut, such anger.
Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering.
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Post by Runningfoot on May 13, 2007 20:28:33 GMT -5
greeeeeat. I just read # 3 in that series, so I know about it, but from #1 movie!
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Post by Moonstar on May 13, 2007 20:43:19 GMT -5
I don't like the first two movies, Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones, because Anakin's either a dweeb or a whiny brat, but I like the quote.
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Post by Runningfoot on May 14, 2007 5:26:40 GMT -5
yeah. so, where is the next chapter please!? ! :-)
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Post by Moonstarih8mypc on May 14, 2007 18:14:44 GMT -5
I finished the chapter, but my PC's internet isn't working. I'm going to try to write them out here, but they'll be shorter.
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Post by Runningfoot on May 14, 2007 20:36:32 GMT -5
ok, why do u h8 ur picture?
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Post by Moonstar on May 15, 2007 20:53:58 GMT -5
It's PC, my computer. My dad's going to try to get the Internet back, so I'll be able to post the better chapter, hopefully. As of now, Hawkfrost won't be 'black' (evil) or 'white' (good), but 'gray' (in between).
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Post by Runningfoot on May 16, 2007 15:26:47 GMT -5
okay
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Post by Moonstar on Jun 18, 2007 20:14:56 GMT -5
Chapter One Mothwing, the RiverClan medicine cat looked down at Minnowtail’s newborn kits. Willowstream, her apprentice also watched them. Two were gray, like their mother and father, Rippletail, but one was a dark tabby tom, with a white underbelly, and was evidently strong under his soft kitten fur. The dappled gold she-cat gasped at him. Minnowtail urged them closer to her belly, as if protecting them. Mothwing shook her head apologetically. “I’m sorry. He just looks so much like…” She began, then bowed her head in grief. The gray and white queen nodded sympathetically. “Yes, I know. Mothwing…I hope you don’t mind, but…” She hesitated. “I decided he needs to share his name.” Mothwing stood rigid, but finally said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure Hawkkit will be who my brother should’ve been.” The young dark tabby looked up, with sealed shut eyes. Mothwing and Willowstream could’ve sworn for a second they flashed open, and ambitious blue eyes gazed at them, unblinking.
“That must’ve been a prophecy from StarClan,” Willowstream insisted, quaking with fear. “Stonekit and Cloudkit look like Rippletail, and Minnowtail was a kit when Hawkfrost died, so they can’t be related. What do you think, Mothwing?” The dappled gold she-cat nervously shuffled her paws on the ground. “Uh, could be. It might mean he’ll be great, but I don’t know if ‘great’ is good or bad…” She mumbled. “Let’s just wait to see what…StarClan’s fate for him is, shall we?” Willowstream nodded. The gray she-cat trusted her mentor’s word.
Hawkkit contently snuggled against his mother’s belly, in deep slumber. For a second he was certain he saw a dark tabby stand in front of him and say, “Grow strong, my son. Try again, and do not fail this time!” The kit didn’t think too much about it. He didn’t know his father very well yet. He could be a dark brown tabby. He had more important things to think about. For example, his mother’s milk. How was he to know Stonekit and Cloudkit weren’t hogging it? Sleepily, he suckled some. Life so far was good. That was all that mattered. A spotted golden tabby she-cat strode in. She looked familiar. Hawkkit didn’t know where, but he thought he had met her before… “They are fine kits, Minnowtail.” She rasped, interrupting his thoughts. The dark tabby kitten proudly looked up, sensing she was talking about him. “Thank you, Leopardstar. You don’t think the Clan will judge Hawkkit, do you?” The gray and white she-cat asked nervously. The dark tabby paused, listening intently. Leopardstar twitched her broad shoulders. “Hawkfrost isn’t related to them. And Hawkfrost was stopped before he did do anything, so I think he’ll be fine.” Hawkkit wriggled next to his mother, acting like an ordinary kit, but he had a secret lust to find something out. Who was Hawkfrost?
Hawkkit grew quickly. He was the biggest of all his littermates before long. One day, when chasing a moth, he saw something very unusual for a kit to see: a vision. There was a dark forest, and a dark brown tabby cat was walking up to him. “Greetings, Hawkkit. I knew my son would be strong even at a young age.” It said. Hawkkit blinked in surprise. “You’re not my father. Rippletail is.” The young dark tabby tom replied. The older cat shook his head, as if he forgot something. “Of course you don’t remember. My name is Tigerstar. Follow me, I’m a friend.” Hawkkit followed Tigerstar to the stream in RiverClan territory. He looked down into it and saw a muscular tabby tom with the same fur coloring as himself. He was snarling at a cat who looked like Tigerstar, whilst standing over a flame colored tom. “The tabby toms are my sons. Hawkfrost, the one that looks like you, was going to help me kill my enemy Firestar, the ginger tom, by setting a trap. If the other one, Brambleclaw, had been loyal to me, he would’ve killed Firestar and became ThunderClan leader.” Tigerstar growled. “But what does this have to do with me?” Hawkkit squeaked. “I don’t know them!” Tigerstar shook his head, a glimmer of a smile on his features. “No, you do. Hawkfrost was you. I helped Hawkfrost reincarnate as you, Hawkkit.” The dark tabby’s nostrils flared as he added, “You shall rule the forest!”
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 5, 2007 19:07:08 GMT -5
cool!next!
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Post by Moonstar on Jul 8, 2007 21:36:39 GMT -5
Chapter Two Hawkkit gasped in shock. Ruler of the forest! It should’ve delighted kin of Tigerstar. But…doubt? Yes, doubt lurked into his heart. He had been taught that there were always four Clans in the forest. Why should he make it be one? Before he could ask anymore questions, Tigerstar said, “I must go back to DarkClan now. We shall meet again.” Tigerstar jumped into the river. “Wait!” Hawkkit squealed and swiped his paw in the river. “Hawkkit! Thank StarClan. The whole Clan’s been looking for…did you catch that?” Hawkkit turned to see Willowstream. The dark tabby looked down and saw he had caught a fish when trying to stop Tigerstar. “I guess.” He murmured slowly. Suddenly the curiosity quenched by Tigerstar filled him again, and he had to know from another cat. “Who was Hawkfrost/” The kit blurted out. Mothwing took a step back and stared at him, surprised. “Where did you hear that name?” She demanded. Hawkkit nearly cringed at the terror and anguish in her voice, but stood tall. Well, as tall as a kit could stand. “Oh, I just once heard Leopardstar say that I looked a little like him.” He replied, trying to sound casual and innocent. Mothwing sighed lightly. “Come with me back to camp. I shall explain there.”
Shrinking slightly with fear of punishment as he entered the RiverClan camp, Hawkkit walked in beside Mothwing. He was greeted by Minnowtail, who licked him all over. “Don’t ever do that again!” She growled gently, still smothering him with her tongue. Mothwing gently cleared her throat. “Minnowtail.” The dappled golden she-cat said. “I need to speak to him.” The gray and white she-cat nodded. Reluctantly letting her kit go. They entered the medicine cat den. It was filled with smells, some good, and some bad. But Hawkkit was numb to the scents as their seemed to be darkness in the den. Mothwing licked her chest briefly and sat down. “Hawkfrost was my brother. Our mother was a rogue named Sasha, and our father was the evil Clan leader Tigerstar. Tigerstar’s story is one for another day; but let me tell you, lots of innocent, noble warriors died in his claws.” Hawkkit desperately wanted to yowl, No! Tigerstar isn’t like that! but those words would betray his visions. “Hawkfrost, well, at first I just thought he was ambitious. There’s nothing wrong with that. I saw his dark side when he…he…he made me lie about a dream from StarClan.” Hawkkit’s ice blue eyes grew huge. Lying about a dream from StarClan! That was worse than going against the warrior code. “He wanted to get rid of two cats in RiverClan, Stormfur and Brook, thinking it would interfere with him becoming deputy. Now they are part of ThunderClan. Want to know why? Because Hawkfrost insulted Stormfur with intent to get him to attack. Leopardstar outcaste them after that. Hawkfrost and my half-brother, Brambleclaw had become deputy. However, Hawkfrost wanted him and Brambleclaw to be the only to be the only two leaders in the forest. So Hawkfrost set a trap for Firestar, the ThunderClan leader.” The sight Tigerstar had shown him raged in his mind. “Firestar was caught in a fox trap. If Brambleclaw wanted him to, he could’ve tightened the noose…making him loose his six remaining lives. But no! He refused, like any honorable cat would. Instead he fought Hawkfrost. In the end, Brambleclaw stabbed him with the fox trap’s stake, killing Hawkfrost.” Hawkkit was silence. Now he knew what he was like in his past life from a different perspective. But Mothwing apparently wasn’t finished. “And if you know this, I think you should know something else. Something only your mother, myself, and Mousewhisker of ThunderClan know.” She said hesitantly. “What?” The little dark tabby asked in a raspy voice. “Rippletail isn’t your father. Mousewhisker is.”
Plot twist!
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