Not long after Hawkkit's birth ThunderClan was forced to move to Sunningrocks, due to monsters destroying ThunderClan camp. After that, the Clans made their way to the Lake. Hawkkit had been about a moon by the time they reached the Lake. She couldn't take the criticism anymore, she figured to make it stop, she'd have to leave ThunderClan. She thought of moving to ShadowClan, because Lizardstripe had offered to let her stay with her and her kits, but Hawkkit couldn't think of eating frogs. She didn't even think about RiverClan, because Hawkkit hated water. WindClan was her only option. Ashfoot, the deputy of WindClan, offered Hawkkit to come and stay with her. Goldenflower knew this was the right decision for her kit, she couldn't take care of Hawkkit any long. She was getting too old. So, Hawkkit spent one last night with her birth Clan. The next morning, Hawkkit set off with the rest of the WindClan cat to their new home.

So, Hawkkit was not exactly excepted in WindClan right away either. But, overtime she knew she could gain their trust. Hawkkit considered Crowfeather to be her older brother. And Breezepelt was like a brother to her as well. She loved them both. Sedgekit was a good friend, and so was Kestrelkit. But Thislekit and Hawkkit never got along. You could say they hated each other. But the thing Hawkkit loved the most was stories. She would go to the elders everyday and ask them to tell her a story. Morningflower, a WindClan elder, usually told the stories, with Rushtail groaning in the background. By the time Hawkkit was three moons old, Tallstar allowed her to start taking care of the elders. She would check them for ticks, then if they had any she'd get rid of them, then change their bedding, then fetch food for them, then they would tell her a story.

When Hawkkit received her apprentice name, Hawkpaw, she was happier than she ever thought she'd be. She would hurry up and get her apprentice chores done so she could listen to more stories. She was the fasted cat since Windstar, and she was great at battle practices. But one night, Hawkpaw had a dream. She was in a very dark forest. It was silent and nothing moved. Not even the wind. She kept walking until she reached a clearing, and sitting in the center of the clearing was a large dark brown male tabby tom with amber eyes. He was just sitting there with his tail curled neatly around his paws.

"Welcome," he said. His voice was deep, and oddly frightening.

"Hello..." Hawkpaw said, hesitantly. Hawkpaw was sure she had seen this cat before.

"I am Tigerstar," he said.

"Get away from me!" Hawkpaw squeaked, backing away from Tigerstar. "I know what you've done!"

"I have not done anything," Tigerstar lied. "It's the other cats who have cast me out!"

"No! I've heard stories!" Hakwpaw yelled back at Tigerstar, slowly backing away from him.

"Hawkpaw-"

"How do you know my name?" Hawkpaw asked Tigerstar, interrupting him.

"I know you father, Hawkpaw," Tigerstar said.

Hawkpaw just looked at him, trying to figure out if he was lying or not.

"Or at least, I knew him," Tigerstar added. "He was a good friend."

"Where is my father?" Hawkpaw asked Tigerstar, still unsure of him.

"He's dead. He's here, in the Dark Forest," Tigerstar said.

Hawkpaw looked around. She was in the Dark Forest. The place where dead cats go when StarClan won't let them in. There is no prey, no sounds, no wind, no other cats. Dark Forest cats walk completely alone.

There was a familiar voice calling her, "Hawkpaw, Hawkpaw". It was Weaselfur, Hawkpaw's mentor. Hawkpaw woke up. "Hawkpaw, come on. We're training today."