Okay, a guest reviewed asking about Thunder's heritage. Thunder was born of Storm, not River. That'd be weird because River is a tom. That is where Thunder got his name. It's towards the end of The Sun Trail.

I'm still not finished with chapter 25!

Chatper24: Hawk

The black tom looked through the entrance into the bright, blue sky. The day was beautiful, but WindClan wouldn't even let the rogue sun himself outside ever since Gorsetail came back yesterday with the report of what happened on the RiverClan. The WindClan cats were certain that RiverClan would attack in a few days.

Hawk sighed and rested his head on his paws. He caught the sympathetic glance from Harepaw before the apprentice went off on a patrol. Hawk snorted at that. It was his fault that Hawk was in this situation. Hawk shook his head to clear his mind. Stop it! He thought. You're turning into Smokey. Just relax… Hawk sighed and curled up into a ball.

The young tom could not sleep. All he'd been doing was sleep. He uncurled and walked into the patch of sunlight that had found its way into his den. I'm going to be so fat when I return, he thought. He hadn't caught his own prey for all that he'd eaten. He'd eaten more, too. I bet Smokey is the reason that WindClan and RiverClan are at each other's throats. Well, good job, Smokey! I bet you didn't even intend for this to happen. You probably failed in your first attempt to rescue Sparrow. Harepaw had told him what happened when the rogues attacked ThunderClan, along with some ShadowClan cats.

Hawk sighed again. He hadn't meant for this to happen! He should have just gone with Goose and Ginger when he had the chance. The black tom shook his head. No, you had to stay behind. You had to look after Smokey and Sparrow. I'll meet Goose again soon enough. He thought as he lay lazily on his back, exposing his stomach to the gentle rays of sunshine.

Hawk slowly drifted off to sleep. The young tom found himself on a sunny hill overlooking a beautiful valley. Hawk was used to this spot this was the spot that he would go to in his dreams if he was to receive a message.

A black tom jumped down from a nearby tree. "Moon Shadow!" Hawk called to his ancestor. "What message do you have for me?"

Moon Shadow shook his head. "Be wary of the battle tonight. Be wary of the secrets on the full moon."

Hawk rolled his eyes as Moon Shadow stalked off. Typical, he thought. At least it is one of the simpler warnings. With that, Hawk calmly waited for the visions that showed him where Boots's group was.

The darkness came rolling in. Unlike the visions the Clan cats had of the rogues going to the lake, these cats were bathed in light. They each wore grim, but excited expressions. Hawk was able to recognize quite a few, but all too many were unfamiliar.

"Hey, Boots. Are you sure this is the fastest route? The Black Hearted Rogues must have been at the lake moons ago!" Hawk recognized the voice to belong to a familiar black tom with white tabby stripes.

Boots, a black tom with white patches and amber eyes, sighed. "Goose, if you truly wanted to arrive with the rogues, then you should have stayed with them." That successfully shut Goose up.

A young gray tabby tom kit with blue eyes leapt over rocks to get to the front of the group with Boots. The kit had an experienced air about him, and clearly knew more than his age should have allowed. "He is right, Boots." The kit, Hawk recognize as Raccoon for the significant black rings around his tail, said. "We should have been there by know. The route doesn't normally take this long."

Boots turned to look at Raccoon as they continued to walk. "We have a bigger group than normal."

Sally, a sand-colored she-cat with ginger patches and white paws and tail tip, spoke next. Her light green eyes were filled with worry. "The Black Hearted Rogues have a bigger group than us, but they still managed to get there faster."

Boots shook his head. "You should know that we had farther to travel. We needed to say goodbye to The New Hunting Grounds."

"Or what's left of it," Goose muttered.

As the dream faded, Hawk realized that they should be at the lake by the next full moon. That would certainly mean trouble.

Hawk woke up to find a rabbit at the mouth of the den, and the sun setting beyond the horizon. Hawk quickly ate the rabbit. Since he knew of the battle to come, and wasn't tired, Hawk waited. It would be best if his mind wasn't clouded with sleep.

It wasn't long after darkness fell that Hawk could scent the distinct spell of fish.

"RiverClan invasion!" One of the guards yowled.

Huge, sleek cats started streaming into the camp. While the WindClan cats were about the same size of him, considering he was the size and age of one of their apprentices, these cats were huge. They easily dwarfed most of the WindClan cats. It was clear that the Clan from the moor was used to it and used their speed to fight their attackers.

Hawk found that both of the guards outside his den were fighting the invaders. A large silhouette was outlined against the night sky. Hawk decided that he'd rather stay in WindClan. The young tom snarled and the RiverClan warrior, who growled back.

The gray warrior lunged at Hawk, who quickly jumped away. Hawk tried dashing in for quick attacks and retreating, but the den was to small for that. The black rogue found that the RiverClan warrior had squashed him against the wall of the den. Hawk was winded, and before he could do so much as twitch, the RiverClan warrior roughly lifted him by his scruff. Hawk snarled, he didn't like being picked up as it made him feel weak. The rogue lashed out at the RiverClan warrior, but the tom had a firm grip and Hawk couldn't turn to claw him.

As the passed through the battle that was raging in the center of the camp, Hawk saw the Harepaw was losing to a much larger warrior. He also saw that Eaglepaw was tussling with a black RiverClan apprentice. Suddenly, the gray warrior that was holding Hawk was barreled into. Leaftail lashed out at the RiverClan tom. "I don't think so, Pebblefoot." Leaftail snarled as Hawk was able to get free. Hawk decided to help WindClan, he felt that he should and rushed over to Harepaw.

Hawk ran over and jumped onto the RiverClan warrior. He snarled and tried to shake Hawk off, but Hawk would not give up easily. The warrior was in the process of trying to flip Hawk when he jumped off. Harepaw pinned the warrior and delivered several well-aimed blows to his exposed stomach. The warrior yowled and Harepaw let him flee.

Harepaw nodded to Hawk, who nodded back. The two found themselves against two more warriors, including Pebblefoot from before.

"Stay out of our camp, Pebblefoot!" Harepaw hissed at the larger warrior.

Pebblefoot snorted. "Why don't you just give up the rogue, and no one has to get hurt here, WindClan flea-pelt." Pebblefoot growled back.

"What? Afraid we might shred your beautiful pelt?" Harepaw mocked.

"Actually, I was trying to talk some sense into you." Pebblefoot snarled and lunged for Harepaw; while Hawk found himself up against another sleek, white she-cat.

As Hawk fought the warrior, he was able to hear what Harepaw and Pebblefoot said.

"What is so important about Hawk?" Harepaw questioned.

"He is needed to get my apprentice back! That stupid rogue captured him when we were spying on them!" Pebblefoot pinned Harepaw on his stomach.

Pebblefoot's confession made Hawk pause. That had to be Smokey! Hawk couldn't believe that she would go that far. Hawk's hesitation gave the RiverClan she-cat the chance to pin him. A couple more warriors joined them as they shoved Hawk out of camp.

"They've got Hawk!" Harepaw's yowled faded as the rest of RiverClan streamed out of the WindClan camp and surrounded them. Rain started soon after.

The entire way back to their camp, Pebblefoot was snarling and snapping at Hawk. Hawk decided that he didn't like him at all. Hawk also found that he was walking alongside the black RiverClan apprentice from before. The apprentice's strange black eyes were widened with fear, and he didn't look at Hawk. He just continued to look straight ahead.

When they reach camp, Hawk had difficulties crossing the slippery log. Pebblefoot made it harder with his continuous snapping. He almost slipped, which he was sure would greatly amuse Pebblefoot. This motivation gave Hawk the extra determination to cross.

When he was in the camp, he was shoved into a muddy den by the rushing river. The pouring of rain drained out much of the sound, scents, and sights of the camp. Hawk had no idea where he was.

Instead of a guard being place at his den, two were placed in the middle of camp. Every so often they would look over to make sure he didn't escape, not that he'd know the way.

The pounding rain lulled Hawk into a short sleep.