A/n- This chapter is longer than the last 3. Jayfeather and my oc comes in later here so I hope you read my warning and also, dead meme cringe warning! ;)
Hawkfrost POV
Hawkfrost stood at the shore of the Moonpool unsure what to do, he didn't truly want to be back in the forest where it was still very unfamiliar to him. He was caked in his own blood as if he just walked out of a battle, but years ago. He guessed it was the same blood he bled when he died of the fox trap, there was a large scar were the trap impaled him. Hawkfrost flopped into the pool to wash the blood off.
"You go Hotfrost! You show that Dork forest how-
"Shut up!"
"Who's there?!" The bloody tabby hollered.
An old gray tom poked his head out of a near by bush with a big fang-ie grin on his face.
"I'm Graystripe and me and Bramblestar are spying on you!" The gray tom cheered. "Right Bramblestar!" The strange tom looked confused and looked in all directions. "Where did he go?"
"Uh..."
"Well, I see ya later then."
Hawkfrost was very confused, was his brother really spying on him or the elder was just making stuff up? He was back in the forest, he didn't want to really be back here after what he did with Ivypool or Mothwing. He wasn't sure where to go, he didn't want to go back to Riverclan since Mistystar was leader and probably wouldn't let him in.
Maybe just be a rogue? Hawkfrost thought to himself. "Guess it's my only option I guess." Hawkfrost whispered to himself. "At least for now."
Jayfeather POV
It was five sunrises since Jayfeather had gotten a message from Starclan that a dead cat was stalking the forest. He lately hadn't heard much about it since then nor really cared. He was only thinking about Morningtail, the newest warrior. She was the daughter of Blossomfall and Thornclaw. Even though she could see, they related on a level no other cat could. When Morningtail was an apprentice, she lost her leg by being run over by a small monster with a twoleg riding on its back. The whole clan though she couldn't be a warrior, but she proved them wrong. The she-cat reminded Jayfeather of Cinderheart, not letting an injury effect their dreams.
Only if it was the same for me. Jayfeather thought with a hateful blank sight at darkness. He had longed accepted his destiny of the role as a medicine cat but, he still had a bit of envy for cats that made it to a warrior stats.
Starclan gotta make it so difficult.
Jayfeather thought about the she-cat's golden pelt as he seen in dreams that she has. That sweet scent blinding his nose completely while he watches her hunt in her sleep, those pretty amber eyes staring with determination at the imaginary mouse.
"Hey Jayfeather, stop thinking about your mate-friend and help me with my scratch!" It was Lionblaze, his brother.
"How did you know-I wasn't thinking about her! I was thinking about um... gathering thyme, I'm running low." Jayfeather grunted.
"Sure... Lionblaze teased. Jayfeather began rubbing herbs on Lionblaze's flank.
"How did you even get those anyway?"
"Kits invading the warriors den."
"By kits you mean Darkkit?"
"Yep."
"What ever happed to kits not being allowed to unsheathe their claws when they play?"
"In the dirt place."
"Done, now get out." Jayfeather ordered. He started to look for his apprentice, Alderheart. Alderheart was talking to Darkkit.
"Hey wanna know a weird twoleg word?Despacito."
"What is a Despacito?" Darkkit asked.
"Velvet says her twoleg listens to this sound called music and each of the sounds is called a song and has a name. One that Velvet says that her twoleg likes to have on is the song Despacito on." Alderheart says.
Twolegs are crazy." Darkkit said.
Jayfeather is sick of hearing about twoleg-dung from Alderheart and his adventures with kittypets. Jayfeather stomps up to the cats and shoves barge leaves in Alderheart's face.
"Stop talking to kits about twoleg antics and stort theses herbs!" Jayfeather hissed.
"Ok! Ok! I'm going!" Alderheart rushed.
Jayfeather headed back to his den to see the tied up stick and that was his attempt to fix it after he was upset and broke it. He slid his paws on the smooth bark-less stick.
"At least I can be with you." Jayfeather told his stick. He thought of Half moon, a she-cat he would never see again not even in Starclan. He also thought of Bairlight, he would see her again in Starclan but it's not the same to be in the living world without her. Jayfeather loved both these cats. But even if they where alive he couldn't be with them. He was jealous of Lionblaze that had his love and mate and their kits and top of that he was the best warrior in the clan.
Eh, like there's other medicine cats to compete with besides the other clans. Jayfeather thought.
"Hey Jayfeather."
Jayfeather recognized the sweet scent that was like honey to his nose, it was Morningtail.
"You wanna to go hunting with me?" Morningtail asked.
"S-sure." Jayfeather responded. Jayfeather wasn't the best at hunting since he's blind, but he tries. Anything to be with Morningtail alone. They walked into the forest.
"I smell a vole." Jayfeather said.
"How did you do that so fast?" Morningtail asked.
"Shh! I smell a intruder!"
"Where?!" Morningtail unsheathed her claws.
"Ow! Mouse-brained holes!" An unfamiliar voice shouted.
"I don't think holes have brains." The medicine cat pointed out.
"Show yourself!" Morningtail demanded. A second passed before a tabby tom that resembled the Thunderclan leader,
Bramblestar came out behind the brush.
