A/N

Here's the ship that DNACat requested! I hope it lives up to what you wanted!

HawkXPebble

Hawkpool licked her paw, wincing. She had torn a claw while fighting the fox, along with a jagged nick in her ear and fleshy gash along her shoulder to her hip.

"I can treat you now, Hawkpool," Morningfeather called out as Snowfall and Reedpaw scrambled to see who was being chosen for the Gathering that night.

Hawkpool slumped down in the nest as Morningfeather treated the gash first. "Breezepaw, the comfrey," Morningfeather ordered. The dark grey apprentice nodded.

"All chewed," Breezepaw reported, then moving to sub into Hawkpool wound. Hawkpool grunted as it stung.

"I tore a claw as well," Hawkpool huffed, lifting a forepaw for Breezepaw to spread the poultice. Hawkpool sighed as the pain began to fade away in her paw.

"Breezepaw should line your nest with dock to help with your wound. That way it won't be so hard to sleep, especially in this growing cold," Morningfeather meowed as she rummaged through her herbs, her back turned to Hawkpool.

Breezepaw now was using the juices of marigold to stop the bleeding of the gash, and wrapping it faintly in cobwebs for a bind. "All finished. Want anything for your ear?"

Hawkpool shook her head. "I could use some evidence of having been in fights. I don't want to look weak."

"You're not weak to me," Pebbletail purred as he entered the den and sat beside Hawkpool. "Oh, we were chosen for the Gathering together." He gave her a subtle wink. She giggled softly, taking notice of the thrush at their paws.

"For us?" Hawkpool nosed the bird, her mouth watering at its fresh smell. Pebbletail nodded for her to take a bite. Hawkpool mumbled a thanks, then gratefully tore into the meat, carefully avoiding the feathers.

"We should start heading to the Island now," Pebbletail pointed out, chewing the remnants of their shared prey. Hawkpool peered at the purplish sky and nodded her head in agreement, stretching as she stood.

"We're going to the Gathering!" Hazelpaw was shrieking in joy, bouncing up and down. "I can't wait to meet other apprentices and-" Hazelpaw stopped as her mother rested her thin tail along her back.

"Remember," Hawkpool said sternly, "these are cats from other clans. Don't stir up any trouble." Hawkpool eyed Whitepaw and Hazelpaw closely.

Whitepaw and Hazelpaw grinned not-so-innocent smiles and laughed sheepishly, speeding away towards the older apprentices and young warriors.

Birchpaw and Reedpaw nodded obediently, their eyes betraying their excitement.

"Uh, hey mom?" Birchpaw meowed, pawing Hawkpool's foreleg. She winced softly, but Birchpaw didn't notice. "There's a name that's been nagging in mine and Reedpaw's heads; Nightkit. Does that mean anything to you? Well, other than Petalwish's son, of course."

Hawkpool felt her heart twist. She froze, her eyes going wide. Then sighed softly and wistfully. "Nightkit. She'd be Nightpaw now. She was your other sister. She left with Jaytalon, while we came here."

"Our other sister. How could we forget her?!" Whitepaw exclaimed, padding up beside Birchpaw and Reedpaw with Hazelpaw at his side. They had annoyed the other cats.

"I'm not the only she cat!" Hazelpaw squealed in delight. "I remember her! Yes!"

"I do hope she's at the Gathering," Hawkpool admitted with yet another sigh, resting her chin on her paws. "Haven't seen her since she left with her father."

The four apprentices scampered off together with Snailpaw, Swiftpaw and Spottedpaw into a loud cluster of apprentices. Pebbletail approached her with a soft smile.

"Thinking about Nightpaw again?" He asked, helping her up. Hawkpool nodded, her eyes droopy in sadness.

"Maybe I should have convinced her to come with me anyways…" Hawkpool mumbled, biting her lip anxiously.

"She didn't have a swimming figure, you said so yourself. She wouldn't be happy here," Pebbletail pointed out with a gentle lick to her injured ear.

"What about my happiness?" Hawkpool whimpered, shaking her head and closing her eyes so tears couldn't escape.

"We can be happy together," Pebbletail meowed soothingly. "With our own kits one day."

Hawkpool brushed up against him, resting her head briefly on his shoulder, before they reached the boulders to the Marsh Island. "After you," Pebbletail chuckled. Hawkpool rolled her eyes, gingerly crossing, cautiously trying not to place too much weight on her left side where her injuries resided.

Pebbletail followed her, stumbling clumsily onto the shore as he lost his balance on the last stone. Hawkpool let out a mrrroww of amusement as his long, fluffy tabby tail was soaked, dragging behind him. He shot her a look, but there was no bitterness, only playfulness.

"Hawkpool!" A voice called out. Hawkpool spun around, embracing the cat.

"Rainstorm!" She purred blissfully, looking her brother up and down. "It's been so long!"

"Too long, you lazy butt," the ThunderClan deputy teased. "Kits made you chubby."

Hawkpool stuck out her tongue to him. "You don't look to fancy yourself, scarface." Rainstorm didn't even flinch, only chuckling.

"If that's all you got, I'm afraid I win," Rainstorm huffed, then eyed Pebbletail. "This your new mate?"

Hawkpool looked stunned, then nodded proudly, purring loudly. "Mm-hmm; Rainstorm, this is Pebbletail. Pebbletail, this is my brother, Rainstorm."

Pebbletail managed a nervous grin. He'd heard about Rainstorm, the fearless ThunderClan deputy, but nothing about his startling looks. Rainstorm gave a half smirk back with a glinting in his good eye.

"We should take a seat," Rainstorm meowed, pushing his way through the mingling cats to his seat near Cloudstar. Hawkpool sat beside her brother on one side, and beside Pebbletail on the other.

"Is it me, or does the moon look larger than normal?" Pebbletail whispered. Hawkpool looked up, feeling slightly intimidated. It seemed to be much closer, and not its normal milky color. Instead it was almost a blood red.

"Don't worry," an elder rasped behind them. "It happens occasionally. It's called a blood moon. There are tales, that wishes wished upon the blood moon come true. But, they have a catch. A twist, if you will. It gives you little taste of the opposite of your wish." He cackled softly, as not to disturb the speaking leaders.

"Stonefoot!" A young WindClan cat hissed harshly. "Come on, the other clans already don't like us because of Flamestar."

Stonefoot- the strange elder- nodded briskly to the white and silver she cat.

Hawkpool looked at the blood moon. Stonefoot's silly. I wish… that Pebbletail and I have healthy, good kits together.

Pebbletail turned to her. "What did you wish for?"

"For good, strong kits together," Hawkpool replied lovingly. "You?"

"For us to be together. To grow old and become elders together."

A/N

I hope this was good, DNACat!

Maybe Stonefoot isn't completely crazy, though, hmm. ;)