Hawkpaw had, silently, gotten up and walked to the Medicine Cat's Den. There was no internal complaining, no dislike of Starclan. Just a simple, almost morbid curiosity. Would Starclan speak to him, as they had his ancestors? Or had they really just... abandoned them. Maybe they had decided that it was just high time the clans figured things out for themselves, without all their cryptic rabbit dung. Though something felt wrong about not seeing Starclan, as if his ancestors were disappointed in him.
No, they were dead... but he guessed the dead could live again... couldn't they. One look at the undead cats that followed the Dark Forest around like lost kits confirmed that. A rush of breath came out through Hawkpaw's nose as he entered the Medicine Cat's Den, green eyes looking into the darkness to find Fawnsong. A quiet nod was all he gave, he was never one for words and wasn't planning on starting.
Hawkpaw plopped down into a nest, eating the herbs he had been given. Then he just... waited. It took some time, but the tom finally drifted off to find...
Absolutely nothing.
There were no dreams, no assurances, no wise words of wisdom to ignore. Hawkpaw slowly got to his paws, the dim dawn light beginning to shine through the den. "No dream." Was all he meowed, ducking out of the den. Well... he guessed that was that. He'd get his warrior name soon enough, though it felt as if Starclan wouldn't be blessing it.
