Okay, so I'm not positive if Swallowtail is as the same age as Hawkfrost, but in this story she is, so get over it. Ya. I am not a Hawkfrost supporter, in fact I hate him, but I just sort of wanted to write something from RiverClan's point of view when they find out. There you go. Enjoy.

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"Swallowtail! Hurry up! Mistyfoot is leaving now!" cried Voletooth, beckoning to me with his tail. I rise to my paws wearily, twitching my ears in indignation. He woke me up for some stupid patrol to find Hawkfrost in the middle of the night, and I don't even really care…wait…yes, I do care. I care so much it hurts. I loved Hawkfrost with every inch of my being, and now he's…I don't want to think about it. He could be anywhere.

"Let's go, Swallowtail! You're holding everybody up!" snaps Mistyfoot, glaring at me. I dip my head to her and trot quickly past, my ears flat against my head.

The patrol stays close to the lake edges. Mistyfoot must be thinking of heading into ShadowClan territory. I grimace. I've never liked ShadowClan. They don't have an ounce of good in them, I think. Oh well.

"We're going through ShadowClan territory!" Mistyfoot calls, picking up her pace. I jump forward to catch up with Voletooth, and he smiles at me.

"This will be interesting," he says. "We'll probably find Hawkfrost sharing tongues with Mudclaw's ghost."

"I guess," I mew. I resist the urge to bite his ears off, and keep quiet, nodding sullenly.

"Great StarClan, you could at least respond with a sentence," he growls, and leaps ahead. I spit at his tail, my eyes full of hatred. I shudder as we pass over the ShadowClan border, even though we are still by the lake. The sun is coming up, and it feels good across my back. I hope we find him.

"Come on, pick up your feet!" calls Mistyfoot, drawing me out of my stupor for a moment.

"She's in a touchy mood," mutters Stonestream, falling back to pad beside me. I nod, my whiskers twitching.

"Seems like ever since Stormfur was driven out she's been in a bad moon," I mutter, a stab of pain in my heart. It was Hawkfrost's fault, I know, but I can't help my love for him. He was a loyal cat, even if his ambitions were somewhat misplaced.

I follow the patrol along the lake, inside ShadowClan territory. StarClan must be honoring us today, because we meet no ShadowClan patrols. What seems like moments later, we cross the ThunderClan border.

It is Mistyfoot who first picks up Hawkfrost's scent. We all yowl with relief when she announces I to us, and press our noses to the ground. It is Voletooth who first scents blood. My heart is thudding in my chest as we search deeper into ThunderClan territory. My eyes are hot, and I bite back a cry of fear. What has happened to him? Hawkfrost! I loved him more than anything…

It is I who sees his body. I cannot even begin to explain the feelings that exploded in my head. I am surprised that I don't faint. I rush forward, my paw steps like drum eats inside my mind.

"Hawkfrost!" The agonized scream wells up in my throat, and I can't stop it. I see Mistyfoot wearing a shocked expression, watching as I bury my face in his fur, tears streaming down my cheeks. (A/N, I know cats can't cry. I know. Just give me a break, it's dramatic.)

Stonestream pads up beside me, her eyes wide with horror. "You loved him, didn't you," she murmurs, her voice scared and rough.

I nod, unable to open my mouth.

"I'm sorry," she mews, and slinks away.

There is nothing more to say. This story is over. Hawkfrost is dead, and my soul is in StarClan…with him. By the claws of a ThunderClan warrior, my greatest love is dead. Never again will his bold voice ring in my ears, nor his warm pelt brush against mine. I will go to him, soon, StarClan willing, and he will not have forgotten me. StarClan willing, Hawkfrost, love, I will meet you among the stars.