If you're from FallenClan, hello! If you're not from FallenClan, also hello! This is the Challenges Of FallenClan! The first challenge I'm doing is From Another PoV, so without further ado, here is Hawkfrost's PoV of the Great Battle!

Challenge 1: Hawkfrost's Fall

The battle was soon to come. Hawkfrost grinned to himself. The nearest Dark Forest trainee jumped back in fright at the sight, and he smiled wider. He liked knowing he was terrifying. He enjoyed the look of horror on his prey's face as he bared his teeth for the killing bite. Their useless little lives flashing in their eyes. Letting go of existence without a fight.

He hadn't left without giving Brambleclaw something to remember him by: a scar on his front leg. It was a small scar, but a mark of his passage all the same. An assertion of his superiority, despite the fact that his half-brother - no, he refused to acknowledge that they were in any way kin - that cat had managed to rid the world of him… But not permanently.

Brambleclaw had been foolish to assume Hawkfrost wouldn't come back. Foolish, to think that he wouldn't take something from him that was as dear to his heart as his dreams of power were to the Dark tom. Foolish, to presume he wouldn't want to get revenge.

All the Dark Forest warriors had something to fight for besides their own life. Vengeance. The settling of scores by the clashing of claws and teeth. The death of a life-long enemy. Tigerstar and Firestar. Mapleshade and Appledusk. Brokenstar and Yellowfang. Thistleclaw and Bluestar. And Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw.

But Hawkfrost wasn't stupid. He knew Brambleclaw was a strong warrior, and could defeat him again. So this time, he would take a roundabout way. He wanted to kill him from the inside, burst his heart into flames, burn him to ashes. Break him.

Hawkfrost knew he still cared about Squirrelflight more than he let on. He would go for her instead - leave Brambleclaw to find her, throat torn out, fur littered with deep wounds, in a puddle of her own blood, and howl his grief to the night sky.

Lost in pleasant daydreams, Hawkfrost jumped when Tigerstar laid his thick tail on his broad shoulder.

"You're smiling," Tigerstar rumbled. "You are thinking of settled grudges and ended lives."

Hawkfrost smirked, not looking at his father. "How did you know?" He left without waiting for an answer; he knew it was because the huge tabby felt the same thing as he did.

He walked near Shredtail, turning up his nose at the unworthy warrior, and passed by Darkstripe, circling around him in a wide arc to escape the stench of the disgusting suck-up, to finally settle next to Mapleshade.

"Have you seen Ivypool?" He asked, politely. He knew angering the Dark Forest warrior was a bad idea.

"She's backing out, the little coward," Hawkfrost fought against the urge to wince away from Mapleshade's fetid breath. "I thought she had it in her but clearly I was wrong." She spat.

"Maybe she's late?" Hawkfrost kept his tone mild, careful to make it seem like a suggestion. With a shrug, the calico she-cat turned away.

The ice-eyed tabby was beginning to worry. What was holding Ivypool up? She seemed loyal, if a little dodgy. Maybe something was keeping her awake. Hawkfrost sighed. He knew about those thoughts that would stop you from sleeping, buzzing around in your head, promises of greatness and fears of failure -

The sleeping wasn't much better.

He shook his head. Tigerstar's training had formed him, changed him into the truly great cat he was now. He had the power of the darkness between the stars, the very opposition to StarClan and the puny Three. Everything came from that darkness - and would eventually return to it. No one was entirely pure, yet the Dark Forest was proof that some souls truly were completely black.

If Ivypool didn't come, that would make her an enemy. If she did, she would stay an ally, a worthy member of the Dark Forest, deserving of a place in the new world that they would make, unrestrained by petty rules and regulations and the weak Clans' worthless 'Warrior Code'.

Thistleclaw was calling a battle cry. The battle was about to commence, and Ivypool had still not joined the Dark ranks. She'll meet us down there, Hawkfrost repeated to himself as he plunged through the black tunnel, that moons of working against the barrier that StarClan had made had hollowed.

The thrill. The bloodlust. The hunger, the need to bite, to tear, to slash, to kill.

Hawkfrost knew that. He was familiar with it; battle, chaos, murder, were things he had grown up with. His mind was filled with nothing but the effort of savagely precise blows, swatting heavily at the WindClan cats, striking them down in their own camp like puny flies, their blood staining their home ground.

Scarlet droplets flew from where claws met flesh. He fought his way through the waves of badly prepared cats, the skinny bodies easily shoved aside. Where in the Dark Forest was Ivypool?

Seeing Thistleclaw's reinforcement patrol over the rise of the hill and losing patience quickly, he tore at the throat of one last cat before racing off into the forest in the direction of the ThunderClan camp, where his intended target, Squirrelflight, and his former apprentice, Ivypool, were fighting for their lives and what they believed.

He tore through the moorland, flew across the border stream. And nearly crashed into a black, green-eyed shape. Hollyleaf. Brambleclaw's adopted kit. He congratulated himself on his luck; Tigerstar's other son would be devastated, even though he pretended not to care anymore. Nevermind Squirrelflight, there was a, ideal new victim right in front of him.

Hollyleaf's eyes flashed with recognition, then determination, and she squared up for a fight. Hawkfrost purred softly, making her fur stand on end. It's almost as if she thinks she has a chance at winning, he thought in amusement. He smirked slowly, wider and wider, until a mad grin spread across his face, striking terror into his opponent's holly-coloured optics.

He leaped without warning, double- and triple-feinting as Hollyleaf attempted to rake her claws down his side. He clamped his jaws on her tail as she bit into his ear and refused to let go, shaking her head until Hawkfrost's ear tip tore off with excruciating pain and a yowl of agony.

She's unexpectedly good. He cursed at himself. Hollyleaf, right from apprenticeship, had shown enormous fighting skill, how had he forgotten that? He prized knowledge of his enemy above all else, and here he was, making a rookie mistake. He hissed in fury and impatience. I'll never be beaten!

Rage coursed through his veins, surging through him like blood, lending him strength. Howling a battle cry, he flew at Hollyleaf. He imagined she was a dark tabby with amber eyes, a smaller copy of Tigerstar. Brambleclaw. Without thinking, he flashed out a paw, claws unsheathed, and tore at her chest fur, striking the throat, but not fatally. She was losing blood fast, instead of dying like he wished she would.

He growled with irritation. And then, Ivypool exploded out of the bushes. But she didn't hurl herself at Hollyleaf. She leaped towards Hawkfrost without hesitation.

I knew there was a traitor. But I'd never once believed it could be her. The apprentice I'd trained into a fine warrior, far more worthy of the Dark Forest and a place in our new world than cats like Darkstripe and Snowtuft, or Redwillow and Icewing the apprentices.

Of course there was a traitor. How else could they have known we were coming? But I'd expected anyone but her. Not the one that I'd spent so much time, sweat, blood training, shaping her into what she was now.

I'd wanted to kill the traitor. And here I was, with her claws in my throat, blood pumping out, shock in my eyes as my life drained away onto the forest floor.

He couldn't give up. He tried to stand, surprise flowing through him as he realised he couldn't. He attempted movement, but only managed to close his eyes. He struggled to take a gulp of air, only managing to take one final breath.

That was when the end came for me, the once-great Hawkfrost, senior warrior of the Dark Forest, Destroyer of Clans, holder of the Power of the Night.

But it's not over.

I'll be back.

So here is my first challenge, completed. To make things clear, I have a headcanon about Hawkfrost where he has a power too, made to oppose the Three (but he's the only one, because the DF isn't about teamwork): fighting skill (he was a great fighter!), manipulation (do I have to explain this?), and the ability to walk in dreams (he met Brambleclaw in a dream back in TNP when he was alive, and it had nothing to do with Tigerstar). It would've been the power of the darkness between the stars: the Power of the Night. One of my fav headcanons!

The parts in italics are to be interpreted however. I like to think Hawkfrost is still around, prowling the shadows, gathering strength and waiting for his chance to strike again, and so it would be him, speaking, in the italic bits.

If you read though all this, wow. Either way, hope you enjoyed!

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~Crystalshine of LightClan