The Eye Of The Hawk



To Hawky

Prologue
The wind whipped the cat's pelt. She ran, on and on through the forest. Blood dripped in her eyes, but she blinked it away. She was not afraid. She would be strong, she would not fall.

She felt the ShadowClan cat's breath on her whiskers. If she tripped, she was as dead as a piece of prey. She ran faster.

She could see her friend next to her, dashing onwards, a look of pure terror in her pale green eyes. She would not let her companion get hurt. She would let herself die before her Clanmate.

Her pawsteps bashed out a rhythum on the ground. ''Thump-thump. Thump-thump. ''She shot a glance sideways. Her friend was doing fine; she was the fastest runner in the forest.

The friends surged onwards, swerving past trees and slipping through thorns. A defening sound of a shrill howl sounded in the cat's ear. But she was not scared.

Nothing scared her. She was ready to face tomorrow.

She glanced at her friend. The grey tabby nodded, as if they shared thoughts. And together, they put on their fastest pace, running into the distance.