Hey guys, it's me~

It's been a bit since I wrote anything ;m;

Mostly because I couldn't find myself continuing "The Secret" after reading Bramblestar's Storm. I might continue, but I had wanted to stay close to canon... And then most of the cats I have in my story are dead or they aren't even mates.

Sucks

But anyway, this is the new Hawkheart's Regret because I am disappointed in my first version of it.

So I've changed a lot, and I will still include the characters that people requested to be put in the story (Example. Silverfang, Twigtail and Foxclaw)

Anyway, hope this new version is better then before~

Oh and anyway,

Full Summary - "What have you made me do?"

What could be so wrong about bringing in a small kit? It couldn't hurt anything, but it would impact the future greatly from what this kit would become. Hawkkit is taken into the clan, small and weak. He is loved greatly and many see him as a possible next leader if he proves himself worthy. But the kit doesn't want to be a leader, he wants to be himself.

As he becomes a powerful young warrior, anger rises, blood spills, heart is broken. He makes a promise to himself, that he may regret for his whole lifetime.


Prologue

Badgerstar's massive paws twitching slightly as he sat at the entrance of the camp, his notched ears perked up as Darkpelt, one of his most trusted warriors sat beside of him, his long, limp dark gray fur bristling slightly from worry. His gruff mew snapping Badgerstar out of his trance as his blue eyes stared out of the camp, "You sure that you want to go out there alone?"

Badgerstar jerked slightly, his black and white fur bristling even if for a moment at the tom's worry. He glanced at the small warrior then back at the entrance, "Of course!" He let out a quiet mrrow, "I need to get away from camp a bit, even if for a moment. " He bowed his head to the younger tom who looked taken aback at the leader bowing his head, "Watch the camp, Darkpelt."

"Of course, Badgerstar." He heard the pride in his mew as he padded through the gorse tunnel, memories flooding into his mind of the former clan leader, Foxstar had led him through. He closed his blue eyes, as he purred softly remembering the noble leader.

His paws twitched again, making the grass shake ever slightly, he wanted to be in the tunnels. Where he had been trained, but he wouldn't this night. He needed to feel the wind through his fur, to see the sky instead of seeing nothing but a dark tunnel. He opened his blue eyes slightly, looking at the moor.

The large tom crouched down quickly, his hind legs tensing before he pushed himself forward. Trying to ignore the grass scratching his paw pads as he hurried through the territory. He could hunt something, a fat rabbit wouldn't be bad. He narrowed his eyes slightly hearing something move.

He huffed slowing down ever slightly to pad through the grass, his battered ears perking up slightly. He quickly lowered himself to the ground, his ears now flat on his head as he watched. Blue eyes narrowing ever slightly, I know I heard something. Can't be prey, too loud. He grumbled quietly, as he tried to keep his tail from lashing.

He stayed there for what felt like forever before slowly starting to push his legs up to stand up straight only to nearly leap back as a sparrow flew right above him. He growled quietly, his eyes following the sparrow for a moment before snapping his head back to where it came from. A tom, Badgerstar assumed around Darkpelt's age stood there. His gray and brown fur sticking up in many places as his large amber eyes stared at the leader.

Badgerstar glared at the young tom before curling his lips back in a loud growl. The tom jerked back slightly, a small paw lifted up for a moment looking as if he did want to challenge the larger cat before turning quickly, tail between legs.

Rouge? Or pathetic kittypet?

The black and white tom held back a mrrow of amusement before slowly following the smaller tom, Too stupid to know that I can easily just follow him. He opened his mouth open, breathing in the air. Already smelling the young tom.

He walked quietly through the grass, his blue eyes filled with mostly boredom. But he had to make sure the idiot of a cat got off WindClan territory. He had to. He huffed hearing loud mewing.

"Dusty! Where is the prey you promised to catch?"

"I'm so sorry, Flower. I promise you that I at least tried to catch something. But that's not the problem we have."

"Oh and what would that be?"

"Clan cat, huge one." Badgerstar snorted hearing the fear in Dusty's voice, his long tail lashing slightly.

"What? Now? We haven't even been here that long! And I'm exhausted, do you think kitting is easy, Dusty?"

"No, but-"

"No buts! I have three kits. Three."

"Flower! I know we have three kits, but we can't stay here."

"What do you think we do? The two of us can only carry one kit at a time, and they can barely even move now."

Badgerstar heard a long silence, his ears perking up as he narrowed his eyes, padding closer to where the two cats were.

"Flower, I'm sorry... But you know he probably won't survive! Runt of the litter,too tiny. Besides his brother and sister are already shoving him away. Don't you give me that look, I know a dead kit when I see one. And that one right there is a dead kit, clearly!" Dusty tried to persuade the she-cat quietly, from what Badgerstar could hear.

The tom frowned, crouching down. Almost crawling until he saw the two, she was probably younger then Dusty, her mottled gray fur ragged and unclean as her yellow eyes stared up at the tom quietly, before sighing softly, "I'm sorry little one." She sat up straighter before lowering her head to press her nose into a small kit who gave a mewl.

Badgerstar almost hissed loudly. For two reasons, the she-cat not fighting and her agreeing to leave the kit for dead. He knew rogues didn't care if a kit died or not in their care, but this was simply cruel to the kit himself. Just from being born small. He watched as the two rogues picked the two larger kits by their scruffs and hurried off very quickly, ears flat on their heads. The she-cat stopped even for a moment looking like she wanted to run back to the squirming wailing kit. Her body shook for a moment, Dusty glancing back at his mate warily before she hurried after him, her tail lashing.

Giving a huff, Badgerstar sat up, glancing behind him to where he came from, to camp. He glanced back where the small kit lay mewling as its body shook. Giving a loud sigh the black and white tom stood up, quickly padding over to the kit to examine it. He approached it very slowly and carefully, as if worried he might scare it if he came running up to it. When he reached the flatten grass which still had the squirming kit on it, he stopped watching it as his head cocked to the side.

It was tiny, very tiny mottled stone gray tom with flecks on brown on the pelt. Badgerstar snorted lowering his head to give a huff, sniffing the kit quietly only for it to wail trying to jerk its paw up almost like it was trying to claw him.

"Hmph, poor thing." He sighed softly as he leaned away ever slightly, "If you were my kit, I'd fought to my death before I left you. Unfortunately you have rabbit-brained kin for you." The kit shook ever slightly, its head barely lifted off the ground before mewling again.

Letting out a huff the leader turned his head, "What am I going to do with you? I can't help you, my clan is purely Clan cats, not some rogues like you. Besides there is only one queen nursing and she just lost her kit, Hawkkit last night." He felt awkward talking to this kit who probably couldn't even hear him.

He let out a loud sigh as he heard the kit mewling again, "I could just kill you now, so you wouldn't have to die slowly from hunger and cold." He glanced back at the mottled kit, his blue eyes narrowed as he watched it mewl loudly at him.

He slowly growled at himself before standing up tall, "I really am sorry, see I don't want to do this." He lifted up one massive paw, unsheathing his claws as he lifted it over the small kit who was oblivious to the paw ready to smash him in one blow.

He snorted closing his eyes for a moment before opening them moving his paw down quickly only to freeze right above the kit, I can't do it. He closed his eyes again, curling his lip back in a snarl, "Am I so weak I can't even kill a kit?"

"No, it shows you have a good heart." Badgerstar flinched glancing up at the starry cat, Foxstar. "Foxstar, you finally show up." He huffed lowering his head, "Why now?"

"I will come to any of my clanmates, in StarClan or still alive." The ginger tom purred in amusement sitting down behind the kit, "Now tell me, why don't you want to save the kit? It is innocent in everyway, it hasn't hurt you or the clan has it?"

"No, but-"

"Then why think of killing it? You wouldn't kill a warrior in battle would you? ShadowClan, ThunderClan or RiverClan. Would you?" Foxstar cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes watching Badgerstar with almost curiosity.

"No, I wouldn't." Badgerstar huffed, feeling like a kit himself.

"Perfect! Then you have no right to kill this kit. Now I demand you, Badgerstar leader of WindClan to take this kit back to WindClan camp! I'm sure Eagleflight wouldn't mind. It isn't insulting you know, you just want to help a innocent kit. She'll understand that." Badgerstar watched the skinny tom quietly as he glanced down at the kit, "And yes, Badgerstar. That was an order or I'll make sure when you get to StarClan you hunt prey for every cat in StarClan, like an apprentice."

Badgerstar snorted, "Lovely." But he leaned his head down to pick up the scrawny kit by the scruff who just mewled louder then before, waving its paws.

"Now then, now I have put some sense in you. I will go." Badgerstar's eyes went wide watching the leader as he turned, "Oh don't be scared, Badgerstar! I'll come back soon." The tom let out a mrrow of amusement before prancing away like a deer.

Badgerstar narrowed his eyes before turning quickly, his claws digging into the ground as he pushed himself forward. Trying to ignore the smell of the kit so he wouldn't drop him right then and there. He padded through the grass, his blue eyes glancing down at the kit for a moment before ahead of him, his ears flattening on his head.

He didn't know how Eagleflight would react, or how her mate Darkpelt would to be for certain. They did just lose their kit, and any cat from a tree length away could tell Darkpelt dispised rogues, loners, and kittypets alike.

Huffing the tom listened to the wailing of the kit as he carried it, Either I'm not holding it right, or it just has a lot to say. Badgerstar snorted again seeing the gorse wall that surrounded the camp, almost purring as he picked up the pace towards the camp, his ears slowly starting to perk up.

He felt the kit squirm slightly as he stopped at the entrance, thinking it over slightly, I can't leave him out here, if I do he might get eaten by something. He huffed padding through the tunnel to see Darkpelt still sitting there, perking up ever slightly as the leader approached him, "Badgerstar! How was your time to yourself?"

The dark gray tom trailed off, his green eyes narrowing, "What is that?" Badgerstar huffed padding towards the warrior before placing the kit on the ground, who just let out a wail as it shook, "A kit, Darkpelt. You have one yourself."

"Where'd you find it?" Darkpelt asked quietly, "Don't tell me you actually brought in a kit... Of a rogue."

"I did, and I truthfully don't care if you hate it." Badgerstar snorted as Darkpelt gapped at him before hissing, "But it is not a pure Clan cat! It's not clanborn! It's vile, disgusting! Take it back." Badgerstar hissed shoving his face into the younger cat who flinched quickly, "Are you questioning my decision?"

"No, no! I'm not. But you know what rogues have done to me in my life," The tom growled quietly before continuing, "Besides, there are no queens." Badgerstar snorted, "So stupid, you're mate Eagleflight is nursing is she not?"

"No, don't you even think about it! We just lost Hawkkit, we don't need to be burdened by a kit that would remind her of how she is... Replacing her own son!" Darkpelt growled loudly, his tail lashing as Badgerstar mewed to him, "Did he kill Hawkkit? No he is just an innocent kit, Darkpelt. Don't take it out on him. And besides, I don't need your approval, I need Eagleflight's."

Darkpelt stared at him bewildered as Badgerstar snorted in his face, leaning down picking the kit up again who gave a mewl as he turned padding towards the nursery quickly. Ignoring the protests of Darkpelt as he entered the den quickly, lowering his head as he entered.

Eagleflight was curled up in her nest, still whimpering, her eyes closed tightly as her tail wrapped protectively around her only kit, Kestrelkit. "Eagleflight." Badgerstar huffed after placing the kit down, making the gray tabby she-cat jerk staring up at him with wide eyes amber eyes.

"Badgerstar, why have you come?" She asked in a quivering voice, her ears flattening slightly as she glanced down at the kit, "And whose kit is that?" Her mew though still full with pain, had slight curiosity in it as she watched the mottled stone-gray kit.

"Rogues, left him for death. I couldn't leave him there." He sighed to the she-cat, "And he is weak, Eagleflight. I was wondering if you could nurse him." He glanced up at the she-cat who was still watching the kit silently, her ears perked up.

"Are you expecting me to reject him because of Darkpelt?" She asked quite suddenly making Badgerstar flinched, "No. You are a kind she-cat and would accept any kit in no matter how much it hurts you." He sighed softly.

"Good, because I will not let this kit die... I won't let it happen again." She sighed softly, as Badgerstar bowed his head picking the kit up and carrying it over to the lithe she-cat, placing it softly beside of Kestrelkit who let out a grunt and stretched his long gray legs out. "Thank you, Eagleflight." He sighed to her before turning quickly and padding out of the nursery.

"I'm not happy about it," He heard Darkpelt grumble before sighing, "Do you want to name it, Badgerstar?" Badgerstar glanced over at the dark gray tom, "No, I will allow you two to name him, since you are his parents now." Darkpelt grunted loudly, shaking his head.

Badgerstar snorted at the tom before padding around the sleeping cats, almost stepping on Fallensky who just rolled over, purring to herself. "Having nice dreams?" He asked his deputy quietly even though she wouldn't respond, just stretch out her front legs as if reaching for something.

Snorting he padded towards the one she-cat he'd been looking forward to resting beside. Wildflower, her light brown fur flattened down and soft as he curled up close to her. He felt her move slightly, aware that her amber eyes had opened slightly, "Hello, Badgerstar." He heard her purr softly.

He purred softly as he felt her give his fur a quick lick, "Hello, Wildflower. Hopefully I didn't interrupt your sleep." The she-cat mewled, "Oh no my leader, you didn't." She placed her head on his fur, "How was your time alone?" She asked quietly.

"Fine, fine. Found a kit," He sighed softly to her, "I had to take him in, the parents abandoned him like he was just crowfood. It was disgusting." As he sighed this he felt her gently lick his ear, "You did the right thing, Badgerstar. I wouldn't ever disagree about you on this is just a kit who has done no wrong." She sighed softly, "Eagleflight will take very good care of him, I know that."

Badgerstar sighed softly, "Thank you, Wildflower. I need some encouragement right now." He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the she-cat give him reassuring licks. It comforted him, making him immediately start dreaming.


Badgerstar had no idea where he was, all he knew was he was glancing down at a battle happening in his camp. Watching a blue-gray tom and a tortoiseshell she-cat fighting side by side. Why were they fighting side by side? Were they afraid of whoever was attacking them to fight one on one? If this was his clan fighting like this then he'd surely be very disappointed in them for fighting two to one. But unfortunately for him he couldn't even tell if they were his clanmates or not!

Suddenly he felt his blood chill before hearing the yowling of a cat in the camp, alerting another. Then the small white she-cat beside of him mewed something filled with smugness. He wanted to growl at her to shut up as he tried to watch the chaos happening in his camp.

As he was watching cats run around, he spotted only one that was remotely familiar, a mottled stone-gray tom with brown flecks. The kit? What is he doing here? He watched with wide eyes as the tom slowly entered the Medicine Cat den looking furious. What is he doing? He didn't need to wonder long.

A screech rang out and a gray tom almost flew out of the den, blood on his shoulder followed by a silver tabby she-cat whose fur had torn herbs all over it. No! What have they done? Badgerstar froze even though he yearned to run down there and hurt those two himself destroying the herbs.

The kit, or was he a warrior now? Leaped out of the den and got to the she-cat quickly, before flinging her across the camp. Badgerstar gasped, his eyes stretching as he watched the cat leap on the silver tabby attacking her even on the ground, What is he doing? Stop it! You fool!

He looked away for a moment at the blue-gray tom and tortoiseshell she-cat to see them still fighting, turning back quickly seeing the she-cat give the large tom a blow on his muzzle only lunging forward again, gripping the she-cat by the throat and sent her across the clearing. He could tell the she-cat was dead even before he saw the blood.

This time it burst through his throat, a shriek, "Noooooooo!"


Badgerstar's blue eyes snapped open, his whole body rigid even for a moment, sunlight on his fur. He jerked up glancing at the sky for a moment before hearing the mumbling.

"Where did he come from?"

"A she-cat can't have another litter of kits this quickly."

"Do you think it's a rogue?"

"I'd say so, but have you heard what she named it?"

Badgerstar shook his head standing up quickly, Wildflower already gone, probably hunting. Fallensky was watching him, her reddish-brown fur bristling. "Fallensky, is something the matter? Is it the kit?"

She stared at him with her amber eyes, "I don't care if you brought a kit into the clan, but you should've named him before she did." She sounded distressed. Badgerstar's eyes went wide, "Surely it can't be that bad." He padded towards the Nursery only to stop beside the entrance, listening to Kestrelkit talk about the young kit.

"When will he be able to play, Eagleflight? When? When?" He asked in a excited voice, Badgerstar could already see the kit bouncing on his paws as he stared down at the young kit. "Not now, Hawkkit has been through a lot."

Hawkkit?

Badgerstar jerked back in shock, his blue eyes wide. He took a couple steps back only for Fallensky to mew to him, "I don't think it's healthy for her to name him after her dead kit."

"Oh trust me, it isn't." Badgerstar's ear flicked at the misty voice of, Petalwhisker who padded up beside him. "She is grieving for her kit. So when you gave her a new one, she gave him the same name. Hoping this time she doesn't go wrong trying to protect her kits."

Badgerstar glanced over at her, his blue eyes wide at the curly haired brown she-cat, her green eye focusing on him as the other blind one stared blankly at him, "I know she is grieving, but to name the kit after Hawkkit?" He shook his head, "Is there anything to stop grieving and maybe she'll change his name?"

Petalwhisker snorted, "No, nothing. She wants to name it after Hawkkit, let her." Fallensky hissed her tail lashing as her pelt bristled violently, "We could just force her to change his name." Petalwhisker let out a mrrow of laughter her small body shaking, "Hah! You think that'll work? She'll fight to have that kit named that, and if you do change his name then she might not take care of him."

"She wouldn't do that." Badgerstar mumbled glancing at the ground only for Petalwhisker to mew bitterly, "A grieving mother would do anything to have the feeling of having her kit back. Just leave it alone." She glanced back slightly only to purr, "Oh Flailpaw, Whitepaw! Have you seen Flamepaw? I need him!" She padded off quickly towards to two apprentices who were focused on the nursery, barely acknowledging the she-cat.

He felt Fallensky sigh, "I don't like it, but if we must. We'll deal with it." She gave him a huff before padding off quickly to Lightningcloud, Stickpelt, and Darkpelt. The dark gray tom was glowering at Badgerstar, making the black and white tom's fur bristle violently as he turned quickly padding away from the nursery.

Badgerstar stopped quickly. He knew the dream he had was real, he knew it'd happen. He didn't know when, but that kit... Hawkkit killed a she-cat. He shuddered violently, lowering his head for a moment. He didn't know who this she-cat was, nor did he feel like she was in his clan since the kit just killed her, but he did mourn for her loss already. His ears perked up, hearing a set of paw steps stopping in front of him making him growl before glancing back up to see the familiar ginger tom, Foxstar watching him quietly.

His green eyes were focused on him, as if asking him something. As if he was worried about Badgerstar. The black and white leader stared at the StarClan cat for a moment before asking in a quiet voice, "What have you made me do?"


Yes Badgerstar was seeing from Bluepaw(star) POV from Bluestar's Prophecy. And I did change a bit of it, not word for word because that would be plagiarism. And that isn't cool.

And Hawkheart in my new version was born a rogue (And the runt of the litter) Poor guy, his parents didn't have faith in him. Which is where I based it off real cats. Cats will most likely abandon the runt because the cat knows it will have a lot more trouble surviving. But luckily for some (Mostly house pets) have the owners there that will take care of them.

Anyway what do you guys think? Better? Or worse?