A/N: Okay, so this is my first story on FanFiction, so please bear with me if the chapters are a bit short and lacking detail in some parts. Enjoy, though!

(Also, sorry if any changes changes doesn't show up or anything, I don't know why it doesn't show up..)

~Moonwing12 (or Moonwing, if you want to call me that.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.

Chapter 1:

"Mom?" "Yes?" "When will Smokey open his eyes?" "When he is ready," replied Smokey's mom. "How long would that be?" "I don't know. He will open his eyes when he is ready," repeated Smokey's mother.

"Now, why don't you go play with Petal?" "But Petal is sleeping yet again!" complained Flower who was Smokey's sister.

"Well then, go wake her up and go play," instructed Mother.

Smokey listened to the scuffling of paws as Flower went to wake up Petal. He could hear groans of frustration as Petal was awakened by Flower's repeated prodding on her side.

"What is it, Flower?" Petal asked. "Mom said we should go play!" replied Flower happily, her eyes bright. "All right, then," Flower said as she stood up and ran outside following Flower.

A little while later, Smokey opened his eyes. He looked around and saw that he was in a little shelter that looked like a cave. His mom came over to him and licked him once over the ears.

She smells so sweet and warm, thought Smokey. He could hear excited yowls coming from outside. Then, he saw a big shadow appear at the entrance. Smokey blinked in confusion and then, he saw the big shadow which was in the shape of a large cat come into the cave.

It was a tom with a muscular frame and a few scars were on his body. He had a slight smile on his face from what Smokey could tell. He also saw prey dangling from their tails in the tom's mouth. The large cat dropped the load of prey in a corner of the cave and came over to where Smokey was lying on his little bed of moss.

He said warmly, "Hello, my son, I see that you have opened your eyes at last."

Smokey didn't answer because he was too amazed at his father's large and muscular frame. Then, he replied with a bright gleam to his eyes, "One day, Father, I will be as strong as you." Smokey heard his father laugh in a deep voice. "I know you will, my son," his father replied.

Then, Smokey could heard Petal and Flower come in to see what was all of the commotion was about.

"Well, I see that all of my family is here for dinner, so we might as well eat now," said Father. We all sat down and started to eat our fair share. Smokey looked around to see everybody else eating.

"What's the matter, Smokey? Are you afraid that it's going to jump up and bite you?" teased Flower. "I am not afraid!" Smokey hissed at her. Flower had a look of pure shock on her face but it disappeared quickly. "Quit being a scaredy-cat," said Flower.

Father looked up and gave Flower a look that was indicating 'Knock it off.' Flower saw his expression and flattened her ears, embarrassed, and resumed eating quietly. "Eat, Smokey, it will give you energy," urged Father in his deep voice. Smokey nodded and looked at his mouse gingerly.

He sat there for a few minutes, thinking of what could be bad about eating a mouse. It's not really going to bite me, so... He couldn't finish his train of thought before his hunger took over and he started eating ravenously.

After he had finished eating all of the mouse, he looked up to see that everybody else was cleaning their paws or fur. He decided to do the same.

Then, he looked outside and saw that it was night already. The moon looked like a bowl of white stuff that you could eat or drink forever. Just looking at it made him think, so he laid down beside his mother.

Smokey could hear Petal ask Father for a heroic story.

"Alright, Petal, I will," Father finally relented. "The legend of Hawk is the one that I will tell," Father started. "Once upon a time, there was a cat named Hawk. He was a loner, living his days alone and in the woods. One day, as he was walking through the woods, he heard the pounding of paws and the barks of dogs."

Smokey glanced at Petal and Flower and saw that their eyes were wide. Then, Petal asked, "What happened? Did he survive or get away?"

"I'm getting to it, Petal, patience," Father said and Petal gave a sheepish smile. "Hawk tried to run away but, he decided to turn around and face the dog pack head-on. He leaped at one of them and clawed it up real good and sent it fleeing, doing the same with the other dogs, making them follow the first one."

Smokey listened to the end of the story some more, but his mother's breathing lulled him into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Hope you like it so far. Review please! Also, sorry, if it's a little choppy, it's my first fanfic, so yeah, bear with me for the coming chapters.

~Moonwing