Hunting for a Hawk

A Hawkfrost x Ivypool fanfiction

Prologue

A crazed yowl sourly bit the tongue of the unsuspecting silence that was stalely lurking around the rancid smell of the Place of No Stars. With his head tossed backwards, he projected all of his anger into the air above, as he obliviously continued to bleed from his throat. Another cry pierced the darkness – a choke rasped from him as his blood began to bubble. He felt his head spin as he attempted to chant one last curse. His legs failed as he plummeted to the dark forest floor. He tried to regain his footing once again, but stumbled, only to kiss the ground again.

"I'm like a weak, helpless kit," the stocky tom told himself. He groaned as he turned over onto his side. He faced the sky above. Nothing. No stars, no clouds. Just darkness. It was everything that controlled him, the plague of darkness, but it was his home. It went on forever. And ever, and ever, and ever…

"What is it that you seek?" A feminine voice jolted the tom out of his doomed slumber.

The tom shook as his built, athletic body stood up. He turned to face who was talking, his bleary eyes barely making up the shape of a sleek, but professional warrior. His nose detected the cat for him.

"Ivypool?! What-where-" The tom struggled with finding the right sentence, then he stopped. He could make it up with one word. Laughing at himself, he hissed, and then, baring his fangs yowled, "TRAITOR!" Growling loudly, he tried to scramble towards her, but he stumbled on a rock half way, and like a giant, he fell once again. Ivypool didn't even flinch.

"Is it pride, companionship, or relations?" Ivypool continued, undettered.

"You were a traitor to all my father planned! We were supposed to fight against your clan! Against Firestar! Against your sister!" he grunted, inching forward, leaving a long smear of blood on the dirt.

"And now, because of you, my leader is dead, thanks to that damn ginger cat, Firestar!" he continued to shriek.

No emotion continued to show on Ivypool's face. "You never really cared about your father, did you? Only his power was in his sights. What if you took the same route as Brambleclaw?"

At the name as his brother, the tom began to bristle, and he spat, "My BROTHER?! That sly fox-heart is only good for one thing, BETRAYAL! He could've been part of an empire, and he threw it away—twice!" The tom gasped as he began rapidly gulping for air before he continued. "He was a traitor!" He paused, then sneered. "Just like you." He gathered all the strength he could muster, and he lunged at his former apprentice.

The tom anxiously waited for the warm blood to stain his paws, but no sensation came. Then, looking up, he saw now only wisps of Ivypool disappearing into the eternal night. "Hawkfrost…" the familiar voice slipped out of the mouth of the disappearing illusion one final time.

Hawkfrost paused, waiting to wake up and this reality become a nightmare. But unlike his cowardly mother, he had chosen to become a warrior. He had chosen to follow his father's footsteps. It was his decisions. "DECISIONS!" Hawkfrost translated aloud. His voice rang across the dark jungle and seemed to never cease. He began to wail again, but their was sadness in his tone. A yowl singing for all that he had lost. A yowl for everything that could've been. And a yowl for his horrible life.

He then sunk down to slumber, hoping to awake reborn.

"Ivypool…" Hawkfrost murmured before he sank into blackness.