Disclaimer:I haven't even read the entire serires! How could I be the writer?

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The white and orange female cat was now walking in the florest. She had nothing to do, and was walking in the frontiers between territories, not owned by Windclan but also not other clans's property. She knew it could be dangerous, but her sense of adventure was bigger.

Hawkpath sighed. "I think it's better if I return to the clan. Silverpaw needs training..."

But the she-cat suddenly stopped. She felt something unusual, that wasn't here before. The smell of a cat. A female, she could see. Hawkpath moved her head. And saw a pair of green eyes in the shadows. The first thing she tought was Fuzzystripe, but it wasn't possible. What would the friend do in that part of the florest? She was patrolling the frontier, and now she could see Fuzzystripe's eyes were lighter. But what denunced the other the most was, of course, the smell. She didn't smelled as any clan cat. Hawkpath searched in her memory and indentified it as a rogue, maybe a loner. And there was another thing... But the Windclan one stared too much. As she didn't atacked, the other fleed. The rogue seemed to notice her eyes were visible.

" Weird..."

It coudn't be. She wasn't sure, but tought the last , weak, smell was from...a kittypet.

000o000

Hawkpath was in the returning to Windclan's camp, but her head wasn't on the clan. She was thinking about her earlier experience with the green eyed rogue. Why the rogue didn't atacked? She sitted to get more concentrated.

And it wasn't a good idea.

The next think Hawkpath saw was a whirl of brown fur, and suddnly there was another cat above her body.

" What you think you are doing in Riverclan territorie, and alone?" Was what she heard.

She looked at the cat, the second female she met that day. Of course she was from Riverclan. The cat was brown, with blue eyes and white paws, and marks of the same color up her muzzle and at the ending of one ear.

" W-what?"

"You heard me! What is someone from Windclan doing at my clan frontier? Are you the one who hunt here? Oh, Otterstar won't like..."

But some seconds latter, the Riverclan cat freed the other, noticing she was too scared to flee. She stared at Hawkpath, waiting an aswer. The Windclan cat had, weirdly, a slightly familiar smell...

"Who are you?" Hawkpath had the audacity to say.

The other she-cat frowned her muzzle. But aswered.

"My name is Nutdawn, but I don't think it's relevant"

Hawkpath's eyes were wide open, a so frequent gesture for her.

"Wow, why are you speaking dificult? Is it to scare me?What is 'relevant'?"

Nutdawn rolled her eyes. Good, ignorant younger cat, the least favourite kind for her serious, mature personality. It also brought weird and very weak memories from the deepest part of her brain she didn't knew where came from. She growled:

" That means it's not important for the situation, mouse-brain. Now aswer my question!"

"I was just walking a little!I was coming back to my clan when you atacked!"

"Lier!I know you were hunting!I think after last meeting, when you discovered Otterstar know you are hunting in our territorie, you started sending less warriors, so it's more dificult to be caught!" But she didn't felt the other cat nervous as she would be if she was lying, just scared as always.

"N-no!I swear, Otterstar probaly is always suspicious because of his rivality with Whitestar!"

"Umm..." She coudn't deny the other was right.

"Look, I'm Hawkpath. You just let me return to the camp and we never talk about that again! I swear I don't hunt in your territorie!"

"Okay, kit, you can go. But don't let me see your face again in your whole life!"

" Y-yes, sir!I mean, miss!Er, I mean..."

"Just go away."

And Hawkpath did it. But It's wrong to say she kept the promise of not seeing Nutdawn's face again.

000o000

When Hawkpath reached Windclan territorie, thinking it was about time to stop with those dangerous walks, Fuzzystripe appeared.

"Hawkpath, you are crazy! Where have you been? Blacktail is so worried..."

Blacktail was Windclan medicine cat. Hawkpath never knew who were her parents, Blacktail and a queen were the ones who took care of her when she was a kit.

"He is worried?Oh, I'm sorry..."

"So tell him."

The med cat had that epic "old, wise and kind" personality. He was tottaly bakc, with yellow eyes and marks to remember his active warrior times:a scar between the eyes and a lame leg. Fuzzystripe liked and admired him, and helped sometimes. She was almost a medicine cat aprentice. Hawkpath liked him as a father, but he never aswered her question about her family very well. The elders and oldest cats of the clan told Hawkpath he found her abandoned near the clan territorie, but she tought there was something more. She also deduced her parents were probally dead.

The she-cat went to talk with Black tail, but someone appeared in her way.

"Hawkpath, where were you?"

It was Frosteye, Windclan's deputy. A white tom with almost invisible brown fur around the muzzle, and eyes of diferent colors:blue and green. Hawkpath always wondered if it was diferent to look with those eyes. He seemed to like the younger warrior and was kind with her, despising she had done one or two tricks with him. He also did an almost impossible deed:earned Hawkpath's respect.

"Um, nothing, I was just visiting Blacktail..."

"Hawpath, don't try to fool me. I know about your little walks."

See? Thats the reason Hawkpath respects him.

The she cat made the 'you hurt me/abandoned puppy(well, in that case kitty)' face she learned to do to defend herself from 'angry with her tricks' cats.

"Oh, you know?"

"Yes. But that time it was longer than usual."

Wide eyes.

"B-but...Y-you..." She swang her tail, nervous.

"Hawkpath, something happened. And I want to know what, it can be important."

Mental conflict. Telling, she was betraying Nutdawn's trust and maybe putting herself in trouble. But she didn't want to lie to Frosteye, he would know and she would feel bad if he didn't notice.

"Well, I was in Riverclan frontier and a cat atacked me. But I said I wasn't hunting and she freed me."

Suspicious, bicolor glare. Hawkpath thought she wasn't lying, only not telling all the true. Frosteye didn't need details.

"Oh, go talk with Blacktail, if it's what you want."

Blacktail had heard the talk, and asked Hawkpath the other cat's features. She told him the appearence very detailed, and did her best about the personality and age. And also coudn't resist telling about the green eyes.

For the first time, Hawkpath saw fear in Blacktail's eyes.

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Dam dam dam! Who is, for real, that Nutdawn? Why is Blacktail so scared? Whose are those green eyes? Will I stop asking stupid questions for increase your curiosity? Well, I can aswer the last:no.