Birds of Prey Not Now, Now forever. (Solo for now)

Falconpaw jumped from his nest with a shriek, earning a good few hisses and glares from the other sleeping apprentices. He muttered a wavering apology and staggered out the den. A pool of water from the recent rain had grown to leak into his nest from outside, he slept in the corner as always so it was his own fault. Thus, why his fur was damp and hanging. He sniffed the remains of the pile, dragging out a hare that had somehow gotten into the pile. He sat down and stared up at the stars with tired eyes that held only a slight glitter of hope in them. Pinning the hare, he pulled at the flesh until it tore away and began eating it with very little enthusiasm. Only then did he smell the scent of rouge, lifting his head to spot a kit with fur like thistles.

Hawkkit had waited until time had passed to ask this question, once he caught the lessening smell of rouge of the apprentice a few days ago. Finally,there was no one else to hear him. "Why do you smell like me?" He asked bluntly, calmly trotting to him and sitting down next to him.

Falconpaw nearly chocked. "W-what?" He said, after a blank look from the kit his understood. "I uh, I was born a loner." He mumbled at last.

"What are you doing here then?" He kit asked, causing the other to go frigid. That memory was the reason he woke up with terror in his eyes so many times.

"My m-mother was ki-killed by one of them and I was brought back to be ra-raised here." He meowed, noting the look of anger on the younger's face. "But, it's over a-and there's n-nothing to say on it." He quickly added.

"Who did it?" Another question he did not want to answer.

"A warrior named Rockthorn, why?"

"No reason but, what's your name?" He changed the subject. The kit wasn't​ very surprised by the news but,it seemed insulting to drag an orphaned kit to the camp of the one who orphaned him. Then again, Bear's kits were treated just the same.

"My name i-is F-Falconpaw."

"No it's not, what's your name?"

"O-oh.. R-r-rowan."

Hawkkit seemed pleased by the answer. "Call me Diesel then."

The apprentice ghosted a smile and pushed some of the rabbit to him, spotting​a glimmer of homesickness in the kit's eyes.