A Flower Crown For A Blood-Stained Hawk [Closed]

Hawkstrike walked back into camp, a squirrel and a bird hanging from his jaws as he unceremoniously carried one by its tail and the other by its wing. It wasn’t a lot, but it was still something he hoped the clan would be able to put to good use. He dropped the results of his attest hunting patrol on the fresh-kill pile before walking to a shady patch near the apprentices’ den, licking his paws and muzzle clean after his hunt.

His forest green eyes scanning the camp as the clan had its usual everyday events and interactions between cats. His eyes, however, often landed on the group of apprentices that were frolicking like kits while waiting for their mentors to take them somewhere. So energetic…so happy…

Honestly, it was something he couldn’t help but envy.

His apprentice hood was a rollercoaster of deceptions, darkness, pain, sorrow and anger. A time of his past that often came to haunt him in nightmares. Yet…it was also a time he kept close to him, as it reminded him not only of how dark and wicked the world could be, but also of those long lost friends that rose and helped him to stay on hos paws during that time too. Those friends that taught him to not give up and to never depend on other cats. Webtail…Lightingstrike…Amberclaw, of Dark Forest, how much he missed them…

His gaze became lost as memories came flooding into his head, both good and bad, he was too deep in that turbulent sea of times past to notice the apprentices were leaving camp, all but one…that started to approach him.

Flowerpaw had noticed the warrior enter the camp, she was going to speak with him but the other apprentices she was with took her attention for a moment. They were all speaking excitedly about the patrol they were about to go on. Flowerpaw wanted to go but she had to save her energy for the night patrol she was going to go on with Mistyrain later. Well was it a patrol if it was just the two of them? She said her goodbyes to the other apprentices watching them get up to leave, her blue eyes turning to the warrior. The pale apprentice stood and started walking towards the tom.

She knew the warriors pretty well by now seeing how her mentor was the deputy but she didn't know anything about this tom. She knew his name but other than that she watched the warrior come and go, but never do anything besides his duty. Something in her gut told her that maybe this warrior wasn't good news but her curiosity got the better of her. By the time she reached the tom any sign of hesitation was gone. "Hawkstrike?" Flowerpaw asked. "That is your name right? I don't wanna get it wrong." She wasn't excepting an answer right of the bat so she continued to introduce herself at least get the formalities out of the way. "I'm Flowerpaw."