So, time went on. When Hawkpaw was about seven moons old, she learned how to do something that would benefit her Clan more than anything...
Hawkpaw woke up, the sun was bright, she could smell greenleaf in full bloom.
Weaselfur walked up to her and said "Hawkpaw, we're going hunting today with Breezepelt and Crowfeather."
Hawkpaw and Weaselfur went to the edge of camp, where Breezepelt and Crowfeather were standing, looking like they were about to kill each other.
"Hi!" Hawkpaw said to them.
"Are we going?" Breezepelt asked, obviously agrevated about something.
"Let's go," Crowfeather said, heading out of camp followed by Weaselfur and Hawkpaw and Breezepelt last.
Now, Hawkpaw was about the only one who could get Breezepelt and Crowfeather to smile, but not when they were together.
"Where should we go to hunt?" Crowfeather asked, looking at the others.
"Follow me," Weaselfur said to the others as he walked off in one direction.
"Alrighty," Crowfeather said, following him. Followed by Hawkpaw and Breezepelt.
The four WindClan cats walked for a little while until they were in the heart of WindClan territory. Crowfeather went in one direction, and Breezepelt in the other to hunt. There was a lot of wind that day, and not much noise. Now, they all know why. There was a screatching noise from above, and Hawkpaw was the first to notice it. She looked up to see a huge bird! It was a hawk!
"Weaselfur!" Hawkpaw yelled to her mentor, making him look at her in shock. Hawkpaw looked up at the hawk, and so did Weaselfur just as Crowfeather and Breezepelt came at the sound of Hawkpaw's scream, only to look at them and follow their gaze right to the hawk.
"Hide!" Weaselfur yelled, as he ran off into a small fox den. Crowfeather ran off somewhere, probably looking for a bush to hide in. Hawkpaw and Breezepelt found a large bush that they both hid in. But just in front of them was a mouse that was messing around with some kind of seed. It had obviously not noticed the hawk yet.
"Breezepelt, I have a brilliant idea!" Hawkpaw whispered to Breezepelt.
"Now? Can't it wait?"
"No, it can't," Hawkpaw said, then went to whisper in Breezepelt's ear. "Listen, the tribe cats hunt hawks and eagles. Why can't we? They first let it go for the mouse, and then the tribe cats would pounce on it from above."
"You're insane, Hawkpaw," Breezepelt told her, stepping a step away from her.
"Maybe I am, but I'm trying this," Hawkpaw said. "With, or without you."
"Ugh, fine. What do you want me to do?"
"Just jump on it and hold it down for me, I'll do the rest."
So Hawkpaw and Crowfeather bunched up their legs, and got ready to pounce. Then, the hawk spotted the mouse that was still messing around with its seed. The hawk swooped down, grabed the mouse in its claws, then Hawkpaw yelled "Now!" and with that, Breezepelt jumped on the hawk's back to try and hold it down and Hawkpaw jumped on its neck, attempting to break its neck. After a few seconds of wrestling around with the hawk, Hawkpaw finally got a good grip on its neck and neatly snapped its neck. Hawkpaw and Breezepelt had killed the hawk, and then collapsed in sure exhaustion.
"It worked!" Hawkpaw yelled in victory, and complete disbelief.
"What? You mean you didn't think it was gonna work?" Breezepelt asked Hawkpaw, panting hard.
"Well, I had my doubts, of course. But it worked!" Hawpaw yelled victoriously, and obviously excited.
"Hawkpaw? Breezepelt?" two voices yelled from the other side of the bush.
"Over here!" Hawkpaw yelled from where her and Breezepelt had collapsed by their incredible kill. Hawkpaw left Breezepelt, still panting hard and went around the bush to where Crowfeather and Weaselfur were looking for them. "You have to come see this!" She said as she ran back around the bush. Crowfeather and Weaselfur looked at each questioningly, Weaselfur shrugged, then they both followed Hawkpaw.
As they got in view of the hawk, Breezepelt stood up, and Hawkpaw went to stand on the hawk. "What ya think?" She said to them.
"What the..." Crowfeather said in disbelief.
"How did you do this?" Weaselfur asked them.
"We broke its neck of course!" Hawkpaw said.
"Why in the world would you do something this mouse-brained?" Weaselfur yelled at Hawkpaw. "Ashfoot would have my head if you got hurt doing something like this!"
Hawkpaw drooped her head and said "sorry. I just..."
"Well? Why would you do something like this?" Weaselfur asked Hawkpaw as if he was interrogating her, still furious. There is one thing you must know about Hawkpaw. She never belongs anywhere. She didn't belong in ThunderClan, because of her lineage, and WindClan hadn't quite accepted her either.
"I'm sorry," Hawkpaw said, all excitement gone.
"Well, she wasn't the only one," Breezepelt said, finally stepping in.
"Breezepelt, I know for a fact this wasn't your idea," Weaselfur stated, with Breezepelt's tail flicking furiously.
"Well, what's the big deal?" Breezepelt asked Weaselfur. "We caught a hawk! This is awesome! Don't ya think?"
"I think they deserve to be rewarded, not punished," Crowfeather mumbeled to himself behind Weaselfur, not meaning for anyone else to hear. But, Weaselfur did.
Weaselfur turned behind him where Crowfeather was standing, and said to him "do you? Well, would you like to explain to your mother what Hawkpaw did?"
"Sure, I will," Crowfeather said back.
So the four WindClan cats headed back to camp with Breezepelt and Weaselfur carrying the hawk, Crowfeather in the lead, and Hawkpaw trailing behind the patrol, still disappointed and quite ashamed. As they neared the camp, the cats on guard just looked absolutely shocked at what they had brought back. Then they entered the camp, and with praises from all their Clanmates that were there.
"How'd you do it?" a small kit asked the patrol with its eyes wide open.
A brown short-tailed tom came from the Medicine Cat den and asked the patrol "did anyone get hurt?"
"No one got hurt, Barkface," Crowfeather told the WindClan medicine cat.
Then, a brown tabby tom came from the crowd of cats followed by a gray she-cat. "What is this?" he asked the patrol, more mystified than angry.
The patrol paused for a minute, then Crowfeather looked at Hawkpaw who was still at the back of the patrol and still had her head and tail dropped. "Well Onestar, Hawkpaw and Breezepelt..." Crowfeather started to say to the brown tabby tom, until he wasn't sure what to say. "They caught the hawk."
Onestar's eyes went wide, along with about the entire Clan, but what caught Hawkpaw's eye was the reaction on Ashfoot's face.
Ashfoot walked up to Hawkpaw and said "Why would you do something this dangerou?" She demanded, furious, not even considering what good could come from the young apprentice's actions.
"Well..." Hawkpaw started, her head and tail still down, then she paused. "I just..." Hawkpaw paused as she heard some apprentices behind everyone that were laughing and one said "figures, it's the ThunderClan kit that does all the stupid and crazy stuff."
"I wanted the Clan to be proud of me," Hawkpaw continued, as she brought her head and tail up.
Ashfoot's gaze lightened, and she seemed as if she understood.
"Well, I think these two did a great service for their Clan," Onestar said. "WindClan now has the ability to catch hawks, just like the Tribes."
Just as things were starting to die down and everyone settled, another patrol came into the camp, and with it was a black she-cat, who stopped as soon as she saw the others with the hawk instead of going up to congratulate them with the rest of the patrol.
"What happened?" She asked.
Breezepelt began to walk toward the black she-cat, then Crowfeather put his tail to stop him and said to him "I'll explain to her." And with that, Crowfeather walked toward the black she-cat and began talking to her.
And so WindClan had peace. They had feasted heavily that night, talked, had fun, and Hawkpaw felt as if she belonged in WindClan for once.