Hawkfrost sat, his tail curled. He nodded to the shadow. He could not see the cat, but knew he had a gift. The pain shot through him and feathers burst from his sides. He clenched his teeth, and dug his claws into the ground. The pain was nearly unbearable. Just as suddenly as it had started, it was done. Perfectly white wings had formed on his side. "Go now." The shadow rumbled. "The four lake clans aren't the only one's out there." The shadow wavered, and it was gone. Hawkfrost was surrounded by the eerie darkness of the forest again. It is so lonely out here, he thought, but it is the path I have chosen. He padded towards the edge of the Dark Forest territory. His eyes went dark and he blacked out. Hawkfrost awakened, bathed in morning light. His fur was damp from the morning dew, and he had slept on his wing wrong. It throbbed. He crept around a large tree, and tasted the air. It smelled fresh. He bounded over to the roots of a tree, scooping up a mouse. Hawkfrost rapidly ate it. He had not eaten in, as it seemed, forever. He was so focused on eating he didn't notice the shadow that fell upon him. "Who are you?" They demanded. Hawkfrost whirled around, lifting his chin. The cat's tail lashed and Hawkfrost's eyes narrowed. "No harm, if you must know." Hawkfrost said, kneading the soil with his claws. He swept his tail around the cat. "Im Hawkfrost. "