Mothwing shook her head. "That would end drastically. You may be my brother, but to Brambleclaw, you're dead and always will be." Hawkfrost's mind clicked. "Thunderclan! That's where he is!" Hawkfrost struggled to his feet and bounded out of the den he was in, suddenly remembering his sister who had just saved him. "Thank you for saving me, Mothwing." Mothwing yelled back worriedly, "you're welcome. Please don't do anything reckless…" but Hawkfrost didn't hear the rest of her sentence as he darted away, looking for Thunderclan. And his brother.
Hawkfrost arrived at Thunderclan camp a day later, his head held high in pride of finding the camp and his mackerel striped tail flicking. Bramblestar looked at Hawkfrost, his amber eyes flickering with fear, confusion and clear recognition. "Hawk…" He couldn't finish the sentence. "I mean, who are you?" It was an obvious lie. Bramblestar knew exactly who Hawkfrost was. "Hawkfrost, I mean, you should remember me…brother." Bramblestar raised her head. "You are not my brother, but I will accept you as a warrior of my clan." Hawkfrost smiled. You are right Bramblestar. I am not your brother. At least, you won't be when you're dead.
-Six moons later-
"I say these words before Starclan that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of Thunderclan is Hawkfrost." Bramblestar yowled. That day, Squirrelflight had mysteriously died. Over the past six moons, all of the best warriors of Thunderclan have perished. Hawkfrost innocently pointed out that he was the most loyal warrior left and reluctantly, Bramblestar made him deputy. No one disagreed, for they had no idea of Hawkfrost's past attempts at murder. Bramblestar leaped down from the Highrock, where Hawkfrost was left standing. One moon later, he slipped out of camp and came back with nine deathberries tucked away in his paws.