2 small cats, about the age of an apprentice, were curled up next to each other. One was a brown tabby tom, and the other was a pure white she-cat.
Hawkfeather stood up painfully and stumbled over to the two cats. "Hello?"
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2 small cats, about the age of an apprentice, were curled up next to each other. One was a brown tabby tom, and the other was a pure white she-cat.
(Can I rename some of them?(lol!)
"I'm Desert." The sandy one with a scratch said quietly.
"I'm Smoke." A smokey-black kit with a white paw and blue eyes said.
"I'm Ginger." A short furred ginger tabby kit with hazel eyes said.
"And I'm Onyx." A short furred chocolate silver tabby with violet tinted eyes said.
Hawkfeather stood up painfully and stumbled over to the two cats. "Hello?"
Stormstar nodded, then his neck fur raised. "I can smell StreamClan."
Other StormClan warriors had noticed, yowling and meowing; crowding around the entrance of Hawkfeather's prison. Even the kits joined in.
The brown tabby looked up at her, one of his ears folded from sleeping.
"I am Hawkfeather, of StreamClan." Hawkfeather sat down, though ready to move away if needed.
EagleClan?!
"What are you doing here?" Hawkfeather's eyes grew wide with shock.
(Can I rename some of them?)![]()
"Such wonderful names" Cherrytail purred.
Mousekit bounced up, the bravest of Swiftbreeze's kits "Do you want to play moss ball?"