As Hawkstar prowled across his territory, he was struck with a thought. The other Clans! What do I do to say 'This is HawkClan. And we will not be messed with by the likes of you!' He bounded away from his favorite perch, to the camp, so he could reveal his plan to the newly named HawkClan cats. He bounded past the trees, and leaped over the stream, then he raced into the heart of the camp. He leaped upon the Highledge and called the meeting, "Would all cats old enough to swim gather beneath me to hear these words." he spoke his finalized calling.

The crowd of cats slowly grew, all of them peeking curious glances at him, wondering what he wanted this time. As the crowd grew he started his meeting, "Clanmates I have had a thought, one that may save this Clan. The other Clans will not approve of the changes we have made to improve this Clan. We must attack the other Clans, so that I may climb onto their Highledge and announce our new name. And I know how we can make such a statement." he paused, "We must kill the queens and kits of the other Clans."

The HawkClan cats stared at him in disbelief.

"Never!" one of them shouted.

"That is against everything we know!" said another one.

But Hawkstar was prepared for this kind of attitude towards his plan. "Wait! Clanmates please think about this. I would not lead this kind of attack unless I had reason to! If we get rid of their queens then they will know that we are not to be trifled with. They will understand that we are HawkClan! And we will not be pushed around by the other Clans. We would only do this once, not every time a new queen is named. Plus with the kits gone, it will slow down the progress of the other Clans, making it harder for them to attack us."

He watched the cats. Some of them stared at him with a new found hatred. Very few of them were beginning to accept the plan, and others were still trying to decide whether they were against the plan, or in its favor. With each passing second the tension grew. Hawkstar could feel it, he needed to come up with a new idea to persuade the cats who opposed the plan. "The kits are the future of the Clans. If we be-rid of them, then the Clan has no future. Of course more queens will move into their nurseries, and more kits will be born. If we go through with my plan, you have my word that we will never issue an attack like this again.

The cats were approving! His plan had worked! Those frog-brained warriors were going to do exactly as he'd say. "So here's the plan. The queens, elders, and Willowpaw will move to the reed beds for cover while we are attacking. This way we won't need to leave a warrior behind to guard. Mothwing will hide in the trees at ThunderClan, and if any cat is injured they will find her and be treated. Half of the warriors will storm the camp, while the other half waits to reinforce them if needed. We will go during the night and we will deal with the guard in an appropriate manor. Once we are inside the camp, we will head straight for the nursery and kill the queens first. If we kill the kits first then the queens can run or yell for help. After the queens are dead we must kill the kits. Once they have been killed, no doubt we will need to fight our way out. That is when the reinforcements will come in. They will attack the ThunderClan cats from behind. I want Blackclaw, Beechpaw, Voletooth, and Stonestream to go in and kill the queens and kits. Then I want Swallowtail, Reedwhisker, and Ripplepaw to reinforce them once the Queens and kits are dead. We attack tomorrow night.

The next day, all the HawkClan cats did was train. Under order of Hawkstar of course. At sun-high he sent all of his warriors to hunt. He needed them well-fed and strong. One of the hunting patrols returned with several carp. "Excellent catch, Voletooth."

"Thanks, Hawkstar!" he replied. It was obvious that he relished in the praise he received from his leader.

After talking to Voletooth, he left camp, off to hunt himself. He leaped over the stream that protected their camp, and crouched beside it. Waiting for an unsuspecting fish to swim by. A catfish slivered by and Hawkstar quickly darted his paw into the water, catching the fish with his claws. He pulled it to the surface and gave it the killing bite. He did this several times until he had an overall catch of one catfish, two carp, and several minnows. Hawkstar looked at his bounty in pride and grabbed the catfish, and a few of the minnows. He leaped over the stream and dropped what he had carried on the fresh-kill pile. He went back and got the rest of his catch. He ate the catfish he had caught, and told Mothwing to prepare her supplies for battle.

Slowly the hunting patrols returned, dropping their catch on the fresh-kill pile. The pile slowly grew and all the HawkClan cats were back from their hunting trip. Hawkstar jumped up to the Highledge and called a meeting, "Would all cats old enough to swim, gather beneath me to hear these words." The cats, all mostly waiting for him to call the meeting, looked up at him, eager to hear his words. "Cats! Eat some prey, share tongues, and take a nice nap. But please do not leave camp. We need all of our warriors here for when we leave. The elders and queens get first pick from the fresh-kill pile. They have a stressful night ahead of them. Hawkstar leaped gracefully off of the Highledge and shared tongues with his Clanmates.

Slowly sunset approached. He watched as his Clanmates went to bed. But Hawkstar was not going to sleep, he was much too excited to see the look on his brothers face as he killed every last queen and kit in his Clan. And then he realized. With all the warriors gone, who would guard Squirrelflight. He bounded over to her den, where Stonestream was standing guard. He slid in and mewled into her ear, "If you even try to escape, I will kill Bramblestar, Sandstorm, and Leafpool." She gasped and quickly nodded her head in understanding. His Clanmates had rested enough. It was time to leave. He raced into the warriors den, and woke all of them up, explaining that it was time to go. He instructed them to get their apprentices.

He watched warily as the queens and elders filed out of camp. They were headed to the reed beds. He yowled to his warriors, "Clanmates! It is time to leave."

The warriors filed out with Hawkstar at the rear. And they disappeared into the night.