WARNING!!!
To all readers of Hawkfrost's Return.
Beyond this point the story will get darker and much more bloody. I hope you're prepared to carry on reading, but if not, let's see what things would be like if a sadistic wierdo wasn't writing it...

Squirrelflight looked up. Hawkfrost was running into camp with Leopardstar and his warriors. Firestar came to see them. "What are you doing?" he yowled.
"We have come to say sorry," said Hawkfrost. "We have decided to join RiverClan as normal warriors." Firestar looked surprised.

"And I have seen the error of my ways," mewed Leopardstar. "I'm going to train kittypets to be warriors."

"Well yay!" said Squirrelflight.

And they all lived happily ever after. Except for Brambleclaw because I don't like him, buahahaha...

The End

(NOT!)

Aaand here's the real one...

Hawkfrost stood on the spire of rock, blood washing around his paws. Power surged through him, and he knew at that point he could do anything, command anyone, that he wanted...

Hawkfrost jerked awake. His fur was ruffled, and he began to lick it, thinking hard. Looking around, the tabby warrior realised where they were; under a thicket of brambles, along with the other HawkClan cats.

The ground below his paws was made of thin grass over hard rock, and no prey stirred the silence except for the rasping notes of his tongue over his pelt, and the startled wingbeats of an owl. The moon glittered in the sky, a crescent like a claw-scratch surrounded by diamond stars.

Hawkfrost shuddered, looking around to make sure no cat had seen it. He knew that spire of rock... Which meant they were going in the right direction. Caves, pointed rocks, strange cats, rushing water - it all fits! he thought. I was right all along, we were right to be heading towards the mountains.

He looked up to where he could just see a great, gray band hanging too steadily to be cloud. The mountains weren't far ahead now - that was the reason why the soil was so thin. The mountains meant rocks and caves and waterfalls, and that meant... the Tribe of Rushing Water.

So, he thought, smirking, all my dreams, all my ideas were right after all. Oh, Tigerstar, I wish you were here to see me now!

Hawkfrost half expected amber eyes to flash, thick, muscled limbs to pad forward, scarred ears to prick - but nothing happened, except for Leopardstar stirring in her sleep next to him. Hawkfrost gave a soft sigh, and sank back down onto the grass, pressing himself against Leopardstar. The tawny she-cat rolled over, her eyelids twitching in a dream, then shook herself awake. "Hawkfrost...?"

"I'm here," he whispered, icy eyes soft. "I didn't want to wake you."

"It's alright," Leopardstar replied softly. "I've got news for you. I wanted to tell you for ages, but... I needed to be sure."

Hawkfrost wrinkled his nose. "What-"

But he was interrupted by Leopardstar's words.

"I'm expecting your kits."