Frostkit
"Emberkit!" I called after my sister as she ran, kicking up dust across the clearing. It was a bright day and perfect for sneaking out as Emberkit would say. Jadekit looked over and shrugged, like it was unimportant that Emberkit was a huge nuisance. I slowly padded after my youngest sister, and took the glares of all the senior warriors. As soon as I was out of earshot from Jadekit, she off leapt gracefully after Emberkit in a race to the fresh kill pile.
"Mmm, this is wonderful, I can't possible imagine if Frostkit would want a bite," Jadekit taunted with Emberkit as they took exaggerated bites out of a rather plump rabbit.
"It would be such a devastation if my sisters didn't share with me," I echoed drastically, eyeing their meal.
"It would, wouldn't it Emberkit?" Jadekit cooed. Emberkit nodded in agreement, though she probably hadn't a clue what was going on. I snorted and layed down next to them, at a loss of appetite.
I stared around the clearing. My ears were perked, and my nose was twitching. Jadekit was still munching, but was at attention. Nightstar, who earlier was watching us with amusement, was stone faced and staring at the camp entrance. Something was happening. Then I heard it.
A sharp cry of fury echoed through the clearing. I looked overhead to find at least five hawks circling the forest. The dived and rose, screaming for some reason only Starclan knew.
"Sparrowflight?" I whimpered, being in direct sunlight. All cats were watching us and the hawks cautiously, tails flicking.
"Don't move," Sparrowflight hissed, ears back.
We were in a few seconds of silence, only broken by the gently breeze, and the cry of the birds. Emberkit suddenly yowled in terror, and dashed across the clearing. One of the hawks dived towards Emberkit, as soon as it touched down, a swarm of angry cats lept at the hawk. The beast beat it's wings, trying to raise itself, but the cats weighed it down. It was pinned on its back, a cat on each wing, and a paw on the head. Nightstar gently leaped down and cats moved out of the way. He quickly slit it's throat and bowed his head. Some of the senior warriors did to.
The hawk was a brilliant spectrum of colours. Its head and back were a mixed variety of browns, while its underside, was a soft creamy white with black speckles. I slowly approached the majestic creature and stared at it in the eye as it slowly left our world.
"Thank you for showing yourself, you shall sustain us and keep us well." I recited one of my favourite rituals, used only on special occasions. I knew it was forbidden for anyone but the leader to say, but I knew if Nightstar didn't, its journey to Starclan wouldn't be set. When I looked up, I got several hard stares, and a few looks of approval.