Blizzard of the Hawk

by Rainheart Warrior

A deaf, helpless kit, stolen from his mother and Clan by a ruthless hawk, hungry for flesh. Squeals of terror echoing through the territory, only to be stolen, unsaved. Silence submerging his world, he survives, and learns the ways of Twolegplace. Gaining a following, he becomes the leader of a ramshackle group, out to exterminate Twolegplace of evil. This, my friends, is Snowkit.

Why am I doing this to myself.

ASATB.

TFCORE.

Twisted.

That's right, everybody, I am starting yet ANOTHER FanFic.

Buuuuuuut, I'm also working on it with a friend, which will make it easier.

So, this is the "death" of Snowkit ;) we got this idea while looking up other FanFics in my room, and had to write it.

Here's the question: did Snowkit really die?

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I never really saw it coming. The world was silent, always silent. I always got concerned looks wherever I went. I remember my mother, Speckletail's, constant protection of me.

Was it my fault for her broken heart?

Did I put it upon myself to be taken by the hawk?

Brackenfur always liked me. He thought I was interesting. It's a shame that I never got to be his apprentice, as he wanted.

I remember it clearly. I was playing with a mossball. The world was absolutely silent, as usual. Though, it wasn't odd to me, as I knew no different. I didn't see the hawk, and I didn't realize that everyone had fled. But, I did see the shadow. Too late, of course. I remember feeling sharp talons drive through my pelt, and seeing sticky crimson liquid drip from my flank. I squealed, though I couldn't hear myself.

I didn't hear her coming, but I could see movement. Speckletail sprung up at the hawk, and raked it with her claws. I glimpse of hope, I thought. She'll save me. She always does. But, this wasn't true, for once. The creature threw her off, and she hit the ground with a thump. The hawk lifted higher. I shrieked louder, and I caught sight of Brackenfur and Swiftpaw streaking after me. What were they doing? They couldn't fly.

I shrieked louder. Not knowing how to talk, or knowing what talking even was for that matter, I thought they would understand. My shriek was really a message.

You can't save me! I can do this! You can't fly! I'll figure this out! Though, I was terrified. I wanted them to save me, but even as a kit, I knew it was impossible. Suddenly, the hawk swerved, and we lost the two Clan cats. I shrieked again, but this was simply of terror, no message involved.

It flew me far out, all the way to the edge of Twolegplace.

Everyone thinks I am dead.

They are terribly mistaken.

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Eh? Eh? XD But yeah. I am working on so many stories at once, now. But my friend and I were so excited when we got this idea that we had to try it! xD If y'all like it, I'll go on! Thanks!

Rainy, out!