"Hawkfire....Have you completed your mission?" The evil looking grey tom asked the younger brown tom as he padded back through the dying ferns. " "Not completely, Tigerstalker...I.." Was all the young brown tom could say before he was sent flying into a fallen tree by a blow from the grey tom's paws. "That's not good enough. You will carry out your mission...and Snakeclan will fall." " Yes, master." Hawkfire mewed as Dawn rose in the real world, and as he faded from the Dark Forest, he awoke to a scratch on his muzzle from Tigerstalker's swipe. He licked a paw and ran it over his nose, annoyed with himself. He padded off in search of prey, although he didn't dare cross the border into the clans. He hated the clan cats...He blamed them for being born with the ability to travel back and forth from the living world to the dead world. He walked with StarClan and the Dark Forest cats as well with the Living cats. And he hated it. He blinked his Unusual blue eyes and sighed as he too a drink from a nearby stream.
(No Stealie my Story out of my RP....)
Name: HawkFire
Gender: Tom
Age: 1 1/5 years
Clan: none
Rank: Would be Medicine cat
Special Ability: He has the ability to freely walk with StarClan or the Dark Forest cats as well as the living ones.
History: He was born to a SnakeClan cat and a Wild Rouge cat. His mother died shortly after he was born, and his father was killed by a fox. He has hated Clan cats since he was old enough to know that he was half SnakeClan. He blames SnakeClan for his powers and is now training in the Dark Forest with TigerStalker, his mentor.
SnakeClan (C) me
HawkFire and TigerStalker (C) me
Warrior Cats (C) Erin Hunter
Lines not mine.




no one understands what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is. Unless you have it yourself.
