Chapter 2
It had been several moons since she had been born. Hawkkit awoke to the sound of a new voice howling commands outside the nursery. Hawkkit bounded outside to see a handsome jet black tom on top on the Meeting Bush. She knew at once that was her father, Robinstar. Before she could get any closer though, she was stopped by a lean tabby warrior. "This meeting isn't for kits!" He snarled as he stalked away. Before she turned to get back to the nursery, she was covered in a flurry of white fur. "Hawkkit! I'm going to be a warrior today!" Breezepaw cheered happily. Hawkkit smiled as Breezepaw left. She gave one last glance at the Meeting Bush before she went back to the nursery.
By the time she woke up again, it was almost sunhigh. She had heard her father's howling commands and padded out into the clearing. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Meeting Bush for a Clan Meeting!" Hawkkit padded forward, spotting Breezepaw, Jetpaw, and Sparkpaw near the bush. "We have 3 new warriors to announce." Robinstar mewed. He padded up to Breezepaw. Breezepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?" " I do." Breezepaw mewed. " Then from now on, you will be known as Breezeflower. Riverclan honors your courage, and we commend you as a full warrior." Robinstar went on to name Jetpaw as Jetwhisker and Sparkpaw as Sparkfeather. "Breezeflower! Jetwhisker! Sparkfeather!" The cats in the clearing cheered.
After the Meeting, Hawkkit sat outside the nursery, dosing peacefully. A beautiful gray she-cat with white paws trotted up to her. "Hello. You must be Leaffeather's kit." She meowed a friendly greeting. "Would you like to see my den?" Swiftfur asked, flicking her tabby tail as she spoke.
"Sure!" Hawkkit followed Swiftfur into the rocky den at the side of the clearing. She led her gingerly through the tunnel and showed her the den. Hawkkit was amazed at what she saw and how many different herbs there were.
The sun was setting by the time she heard a rustling outside the den. She spotted Leaffeather's pale tortoiseshell coat as her mother trotted into the den. "There you are, Hawkkit!" She meowed. "It's time to go back to the nursery." She followed Hawkkit out into the clearing with a disapproving glance at the medicine den.
