Warriors: The Forgotten

by 2000AncientMew

After Hawkstripe is given his warrior name at last, all he can think of is how untrustworthy some of the most respected cats in the clan are, and this starts to slowly overtake him. Follow RavenClan, LotusClan, and SlateClan's journey through what is soon to become a three-clan mystery.

~?'s POV~

"Hawkpaw, do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code and protect your clan, even at the cost of you life?"

"I do"

"Then from this day on, you will be known as Hawkstripe. StarClan honors your loyalty and leadership."

"Hawkstripe! Hawkstripe! Hawkstripe!"

So, this was finally happening. I was finally becoming a warrior after so long. All of the apprentices aspired to be leader one day, and of course, I was one of them. That's all I really wanted, really. The apprentices all behaved as if they were kits, and Flashstar was much too kind to put them in their place.

If I was leader, they'd be put in their places, every one of them, one way or another. As I went over this again in my head, I hopped down from the High Ledge and was greeted by some of the apprentices in the camp. Those furballs almost trampled me.

Skyfall, our medicine cat, was one of my least favorite cats in the clan. She snapped at some of the warriors, and ignored orders- she liked to work independantly, she said. I don't trust her.

Speaking of medicine cats, her apprentice, Featherpaw, was rushing across the camp with a mouth stuffed with herbs. Featherpaw just blindly followed Skyfall, and I hoped at least she would become the next one. Yes, I wanted that white-furred medicine cat to die.

It didn't really worry me that I thought like that. It must have been normal, right? I mean- everyone dislikes or hates someone, but I was just a little more sure of that. That had to be justified, right?