Chapter 1
Graystar slashed at the gray cat. "Do not make me angry!"
A muscular tabby appeared infront of Graystar.
"Well, well. We meet again."
"Hawkstar! How lovley to see you."
Graystar dropped the black kit. "Here to get this little guy back?"
He kicked the kit to him, and it sorta gasped.
"Graystar,-" Hawkstar growled, and Graystar lunged at him.
"You think you're strong, Hawkstar!? You're nothing but a mouse!"
Graystar slashed at Hawkstar and he fell to the ground.
"Dont go near SoulClan; ever again!"
Hawkstar struggled to get up, but failed.
He closed his eyes.
"Hawkstar!" he heard Sparrowcall try to yowl, then she gasped.
There was a splatter, a yowl, pawsteps retreating, then silence.
"Momma? Dadda?" Hawkstar awoke to a kit prodding his side. "Are momma and dadda asleep?"
"Huh..?"
"Mommaaa!"
A slick gray she-cat ran past Hawkstar's blurry vision. "Hawkstar? Are you okay?"
Hawkstar looked around. He was in the middle of the warrior and apprentice's den, in a small circilar space. Down near the warriors den was two pelts; a darkgray tabby pelt, and a fully black she-caat pelt.
"Sparrowcall? Thistlefang?"
"They're dead, Hawkstar."
He looked at the source of the voice. It was Ivystorm, the AutumnClan medicine cat.
"Wheres Ravenkit?"
"Right here."
She pushed a little black kit with the beautifullest icy blue eyes anyone had ever seen. He also had a little white on his neck, chest, tip of tail and paws.
"Momma?"
Ivystorm looked at Hawkstar. "Can I adopt them? For now?"
"Okay. They need a mother, and we all know you were once a warrior."
"Thank you."
Ravenkit sqealed at she picked him up.
"She's your mother, Ravenkit. Now, heres a tip for when you grow up; dont trust anyone."