A NightMare from the Dead.

[Dawnstorm]

"Run! Run, Hawk!" a tom's deep throated voice cried.

Who is that? Hawktalon swung his head around, searching his surrondings, but they were unfamiliar. Where in the name of StarClan am I?

There was a growl. An, uncat-like growl. Hawktalon whipped around and snarled, hackles raising, but he heard a kit's small mew, "Mother!"

Hawktalon turned, this time a bit more slowly. A kit...? "Kit--" he began, but the tom's voice shouted, "Hurry!"

The brown kit mewled, "M-Mother?" He spun around to face some moving brush, and Hawktalon turned is broad head to face it, too. The expierienced warrior caught the whiff of kit-scent a second before a tan tabby burst through.

"Where is it?" the tan kit demanded in a harsh tone.

The brown one flattened his ears against his head and asked timidly, "Where's what, Falcon?"

Falcon? Such a familiar name... Hawktalon tilted his head and studied the kits.

They were familiar... Too familiar.

"The fox! It's--" Then Hawktalon heard a snarl from the bushes. "We have to run," hissed the tan kit. They both slowly backed away, eyes ever glued to the white-tipped tail that bobbed through the bushes. Then they whirled around and raced ahead.

The brown kit soared in front of the heavier built tan tom and soon left him behind. Hawktalon leaped forward to even out with the lead feline, and then stopped in horror.

A squeal of terror. A snarl. A yowl. Then silence...

With a gasp Hawktalon sprang from his nest and spun around, looking for his brother, Falcon. His eyes glimmered with tears and he hung his head, slumping into the heather. He sobbed for the loss of his family and the reamains of another life.

[The Everlasting SUNNEH.]

Rosebush looked over at the depressed warrior, as she lifted her head from the nest. She hated to leave the warmth of the moss, but seeing another cat sad was just too much for her. She stretched slightly, and then padded over to Hawktalon.

"What is it Hawktalon?" Rosebush inquired, but her accusations she took told her alot of the story. ((He seems pretty depressed, and usually when people have nightmares, they mumur things aloud, so if you don't mind pretending he did, it will make things so much easier. If not, then I'll delete this post.))She had heard terrifying details which Hawktalon had made clear. Two olive eyes clouded in slight confusion, as her expression asked if it could help. Rosebush was kind at heart, and she could never see a feline so upset.

She knew how it felt to lose a family member, both her mother and father were killed. The masculine side, by a badger, the dark killer of the land, and the feminine side, by rogues, bloodthirsty for vengeance against all clans. But she had one cat left, her brother from Shadowclan. As time flittered by, she saw him less and less, and they haven't met for many moons now. She felt like she had no one to talk to, now that they were loyal warriors, and not naive apprentices.

[Dawnstorm]

Hawktalon quieted at once and looked up with liquid eyes. "Oh... It's you Rosebush." He looked away, suddenly embarassed. "Nothing--I mean, nothing. Yeah; Nothing," he stammered. The brown tabby got to his paws. A little quicker than usual and said jerkily, "I'm going hunting. See you, Rosebush."

The WindClan tom hurried out of the warrior's den and pelted out of the entrance of WindClan's camp. He ran across the windy moor and started to cry silently. He knew it was not tomly (Manly. ^^) to do so. Or at least in public.

Why does that happen?! Hawktalon moaned in his mind. Still feeling the terror that he had felt as a kit, the warrior looked over his shoulder. His paws kneaded the ground as he thought longingly of his mother, his father, and sister, and his brother... "All gone!"