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Tails dragged in the dirt as the returning party of four made their way home. Everyone's thoughts swirled in different directions. Hawkfrost couldn't stop thinking of how he failed to save Feathertail and her brother. Spottedfeather dreaded having to tell Graystripe that both his children didn't survive their journey, but died bravely, like warriors. Tawnypelt was constructing a good speech to give to Tigerstar to explain everything that had happened. Crowpaw was nervous on how Tallstar was going to react to his sudden reappearance after disappearing, and having to tell them that they needed to leave their place of birth for good, especially with the knowledge that WindClan had been driven out of their home once before.

It was Crowpaw who scented the moorland first as the morning sun spread creamy light over the dew-soaked grass. Although he made no sound, though out of the corner of her eye, Tawnypelt saw his ears prick up and sensed him shake off a little of the horror's that he had faced throughout their journey.

The dark gray WindClan cat quickened his pace, hurrying up the slope, where mist still clung to the long grass. Tawnypelt opened her mouth and drew in a deep breath until she too could taste the familiar scent of gorse and heather on the cold morning air. Spottedfeather dashed after him, her ThunderClan sister and Crowpaw had hardly separated from each other since they left the mountains, while Tawnypelt tried to urge their brother to move faster with promises that they would soon be home. They could all smell the moorland scents now; they all knew they were close to the end of their long, exhausting journey. Without saying anything, the four cats stopped in a line at the edge of WindClan territory. Tawnypelt glanced at her Clanmates, Hawkfrost, and then on her other side, Spottedfeather, her siblings. Beside Hawkfrost, an empty space where two RiverClan warriors should be,; but it was Crowpaw who stared most intensely at the rough grassland where he had been born.

"We're all finally home," he murmured. "It's felt like forever since I last saw it."

"Not all of us," Hawkfrost solemnly corrected. "We've left two important members behind."

Tawnypelt winced at the raw sorrow in her brother's voice. Feathertail, despite being part of a different Clan, had fallen in love with Hawkfrost and had become his mate. Stormfur had practically been Hawkfrost's extended family, his brother.

They had both died saving them from a ferocious predator after they had met an unfamiliar group of cats in the mountains. The Tribe of Rushing Water lived behind a waterfall and listened to their own set of ancestors--not StarClan, but the Tribe of Endless Hunting. A mountain cat had been preying on the Tribe for many moons, picking them off one by one. When it had invaded the Tribe's cavern yet again, Stormfur had sacrificed himself in order to distract the beast long enough for his sister, Feathertail, to heroically push Sharptooth off the side of the waterfall. And now Stormfur lay beneath rocks in the Tribe's territory, close by the waterfall with the sound of rushing water to guide him to StarClan.

Feathertail's body however was never found. Hawkfrost still held onto hope. That one day he shall reunite with the RiverClan she-cat. Though Tawnypelt didn't hold the same hope. Not even Sharptooth survived that fall, how could Feathertail? Tawnypelt kept that opinion to herself.

"It was their duty." Tawnypelt meowed, feeling painfully gutted.

"Their duty was helping their Clan," Hawkfrost hissed, rounding on her. Hawkfrost had been balancing on a hair with his emotions ever since leaving the mountains, nobody faulted him for his occasional outbursts. "We should have left those mountain dweller's alone. If we hadn't -if we hadn't…Feathertail would be…I would have…"

Tawnypelt watched her brother spiral yet again. Hawkfrost was very different from their father. Their father pushed through his emotions and refused to be open about his issues, which vexed Tawnypelt to no end, whereas her brother was expressive and showed himself to all. Though this time, no amount of reassurance or distractions or bribery would work, Hawkfrost was usually easily placated, this time..this time Tawnypelt didn't know how to help her brother.

Tawnypelt hated how helpless and useless she was, unable to help her own brother. Hawkfrost deserved better.

Tawnypelt instead pressed herself against his mackerel-striped side and lavished comforting licks to his ears, like their mother used to do when they were small. Hawkfrost didn't react or even acknowledge what Tawnypelt was doing.

"Come on!" Crowpaw suddenly yowls, breaking up the moment between siblings, which annoys Tawnypelt, Crowpaw's claws tore at the grass, and appeared eager to finish the journey. The WindClan apprentice had been the most reluctant to leave his Clan, completely against leaving and wanting to instead focus on his warriors training, which was understandable to Tawnypelt, it was only Spottedfeather's convincing persuasion that got him to come on their mission and travel to the sun-drown-place and hear what Midnight had to tell them.

"Hold on, we're coming!" Tawnypelt called back, nudging Hawkfrost, getting him moving again.

Crowpaw raced on ahead', taking the lead, knowing the territory better than any of them. He headed toward a swath of gorse and disappeared along a rabbit track with Spottedfeather close behind.

Tawnypelt ducked her head to avoid catching her ears on the prickers as she followed them along the narrow tunnel. Hawkfrost didn't seem to feel the pain, or he just didn't care, as he forcefully pushed through the gorse; she could feel the thudding drag of his paws through the soil.

It sickened the tortoiseshell-and-white warrior that her brother was acting like this. As though he has given up on life. He's only known Feathertail for barely a moon for StarClan's sake!

The ShadowClan siblings were trailing behind Spottedfeather and Crowpaw, who had disappeared into a bank of heather.

"What do you think father will say when we tell him about Midnight?" Tawnypelt asked her brother.

For a moment, Tawnypelt feared Hawkfrost wouldn't reply, but eventually the tabby said, "I'm sure he'll believe you if you tell him. He always believes and listens to you."

Tawnypelt didn't like the tone Hawkfrost was using, or what his words may be implying about her relationship with their father. True, Tawnypelt was closer to Tigerstar, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't believe--

"I smell WindClan warriors!" Hawkfrost's head jerked up, his icy-blue eyes narrowing as he shot off ahead, startling Tawnypelt as she was left behind.

Tawnypelt blinked in surprise, before darting after her brother. She followed him out into a clearing, where Crowpaw and Spottedfeather are faced off against a gaunt warrior and his bristled up apprentice. For once, Crowpaw wasn't handling the situation with a sharp tongue or claws unsheathed, instead, he was looking calmly down at the small apprentice.

"Breezekit!" Crowpaw meowed. "Don't you recognize me?" The apprentice tipped his head to one side, his furious amber eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Crowpaw from head to toe, then the fury in those eyes dimmed and instead was replaced by pure wonder.

"C-Crowpaw?" The young apprentice seemed to choke on the name, almost in disbelief. "I-i thought-"

"Nonsense," growled the warrior that stood beside his apprentice. "Crowpaw is either dead or has abandoned the Clan." But he loosened his battle-ready muscles and padded over to the WindClan cat, who stood calmly while the warrior sniffed his flank. "You no longer smell like a WindClan cat."

Tawnypelt felt like rolling her eyes. Of course they didn't smell like Clan cats anymore, they had been away from their Clan for far too long, along with the scents of home. Tawnypelt felt a bit of relief however when she noticed Hawkfrost roll his own eyes at the WindClan warriors ridiculous observation.

"We've traveled a long way," leave it to Crowpaw to explain the obvious. "But we're back now, and I need to speak with Tallstar."

"Who must speak with Tallstar?" A belligerent meow made Tawnypelt whip her head around, and she turned to see a WindClan warrior pick his way out from the heather, lifting his paws high to avoid the thorns. Two more warriors followed him.

Tawnypelt stared at them in shock. They were so thin she could see the ribs beneath their fur. Hadn't these cats been catching any fresh-kill recently? Was…was ShadowClan the same way?

"It's me! Crowpaw!" meowed the WindClan apprentice, the tip of his tail twitching. "Webfoot, what's going on?"

"A lot of things," meowed the warrior in a flat tone. He sounded so indifferent that Tawnypelt had to bite her tongue before she spoke out of turn. These WindClan cats were real pains in the tail. "We all thought you were dead."

"I didn't!" The small black tom blurted out. "I knew you'd come back." Tawnypelt noticed the apprentice's tail flick nervously behind him, it seemed he hadn't been so confident.

Crowpaw fondly blinked at the apprentice, before hardening his gaze as he turned to the apprentice's mentor, "Believe what you will, Gorsepelt, but it's important that I speak to Tallstar. What I have to tell him affects not only WindClan, but every Clan as a whole."

Gorsepelt seemed taken aback. Not expecting such a forward response from an apprentice, before the ginger-and-white tabby warrior turned to exchange an unreadable look with Webfoot. "Fine, we'll leave it up to Tallstar, and as for the rest--" Gorsepelt turned to glare at the rest of them, his amber eyes turning from one cat to the other in contempt, "if you know what's go for you, then you'll make like mice and get off our territory."

Tawnypelt wanted to make another retort. Something along the lines of 'even a mouse could take you all down' but her green eyes widened in shock as Hawkfrost brushed right past her and the WindClan patrol, heading off WindClan's territory without any protest or backwards insult. Hawkfrost just left.

Tawnypelt lingered with the rest of the group, watching how things played out. Crowpaw shared a panicked look with Spottedfeather, clearly reluctant to say goodbye so soon, forever. "I'll see you again soon," Crowpaw murmured, his voice so low to the point that only she and Spottedfeather were the only ones to hear. "Hopefully we won't have to part again when we do."

That sparks Tawnypelt's interest but noticing her brother already way ahead, leaving Tawnypelt behind yet again, she had to abandon her other companions in order to try and catch up.

Now what is she going to say to Tigerstar?

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Fun Facts:

Tawnypelt is great at giving her father advice, love and attention. She however isn't that good at doing the same for Hawkfrost.

Tawnypelt pov came out of nowhere and I love it! You'll see first hand how much she and her father care and understand each other!

Tawnypelt is so done with WindClan.

Hawkfrost is just done with everything and everyone.

Crow x Spotted forever!!!

Got to love Breezepaw!