Hey people sorry for the lack of updates! My internet went out and in order to do some stuff i had to go to ye old library. Bills, ugh.
So anyways i have a very limited time on this computer so this chapter will be short and hope fully explain why this thorn is in Hawkpaw's side!

Enjoy!

It was three moons after darktails death and since Harestar became leader and skyclan was just trying to get re-settled.

Tonight was a night where thorn visited her to train her, but he never says why he chose her or anything. I guess you could say he is being a thorn in the young apprentices side.

The dark brown apprentice swiped at another misty apparition and as it faded away it re-appeared to her right flank and pressed down on her hard enough to where she felt intense pressure.

She kicked out with her back leg and swiped at it with her claws out making the apparition screech and dissapear into the fog surrounding the pines of the void.

She felt strong, powerful, and most of all battling came naturally to her. Hunting on the other hand? Not so much.

A bigger apparition came charging at her but this time she was ready, she lunged at its throat and bit into its throat and dragged it down where she momentarily let go and bit into its scruff and shook it until the apparition dropped and didn't get back up.

She took a defensive stance but relaxed a little when it was only thorn that appeared to her.

"You are truly a brute to be proud of young hawkpaw" he gave a rare smile of approval.

The she-cat apprentice nodded her head in thanks.

"Thorn, i have something to ask you."

The tom sighed and nodded, signaling her to continue.

"What do you have against mist? And why was i and my sister chosen for this?"

The tom pinned his ears against his head for a moment and looked at her again once he regained his guard.

"I assume you are familiar with the story of dune?" of course she was! Her tail stuck straight up

"Of course i do! He was the one who gathered all the roaming cats of the sands and forests after the twolegs were gone and had them unite into the three clans!"

The tom nodded "you must know there is always more to a story than what meets the eye young apprentice."

The tom motioned for his apprentice to sit beside him as the fog cleared.

She gasped in shock. They were in DesertClan territory! But.. it was different somehow.

"Young one this is what the territory looked like when i was alive. When dune was a kit, i am his father"

'Wow he must be really ancient. Its sad that there are no stories about him. I wonder what life he had' the she cat tried her best to focus on his story, with all these thoughts of her true home began to race through her mind like a coyote with burning paws.

"Mist and i were once mates, we had a litter of three: Willow was the oldest, bush was the next, and dune was the youngest. It was the happiest day when they were born."

The image went to a near crumbled down twoleg nest where a pretty silver-gray she cat was laying with three bundles of fluff suckling from her teats.

Willow was the biggest who looked just like her mother but a golden splotch on her nose, bush was a brown tabby with gray paws, and dune was a sandy gray tom with silverish stripes on his tail.

" it wasn't until the kits were three moons old when...something.. I don't know how to describe it, happened to my darling mist. She… changed"

Hawkpaw was confused. What happened?

"She began saying she saw spirit cats and they were telling her that to prevent the corruption of
her kits she had to give them up to them. She didn't want to, then they kept bothering her and

bother her until one sunhigh, i get back from my underground hunting expedition with a few

friends and what do i find? Willow and bush dead and my mate, my sweet and gentle mate

about to finish off dune. I HAD to do something" he closed his eyes as the next scene came.

The cute sweet kits were laying on the ground dead with their insides piled around them their

mothers claws covered in blood that wasn't hers. Her blood ran cold as she tucked her tail between her legs.

"She told me that there was another way that we could prevent the corruption but it called for blood. Their blood. i … i killed her… i killed my mate… it was the only way it was the only way to save her and my surviving son. I regret it every day that i couldn't save her mind."

Her heart wept for the tom. He loved his mate but there was no other way.

"You must go i have kept you asleep for too long i will see you in three days and three nights. Farewell for now." the fog encircled me like a queen curling around her kit.

"Are you ok?" i woke up to Larksongs amber-honey eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah i guess my body just needed its rest." he still didn't look convinced but nodded as he new, while i was open to him i had to keep some stuff hidden.

"Well Birchfall wanted to take you hunting he is waiting by the fresh kill pile."

I give my 'unofficial for now' mate a quick lick , and padded to the pile. Sitting down and waiting for Birchfall who i guess went to the dirt place. I took the time to look at my paws. They were black as night and as tough as tree bark, my claws stone sharp, and my teeth as sharp, i was pure DesertClan.

-end-

Sorry i know it was extremely short but i have a limited time on this computer at ye old library and i still have other stuff i need to get done.

QOTD: by the description of his kits, what do you think thorn looks like?

My answer: i am basing him off a cat i actually saw irl. He had a golden leaf life thing on his nose that went up to his eyes. Well the tip of it did.

Anyways that is what i have for now so later guys!

Oh and yay i have a trip somewhere but boo it's when Tigerhearts shadow comes out :c

See y'all next time!