Nighthawk

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The Story
Once upon a time, there was an apprentice named Shadowpaw. She was very, very sad, and she liked to cut her furry wrists with her ebony claws. Watching scarlet stain her nest pleased her sick mind in some cruel, demented fashion.

She was in love with a handsome tom named Sunpaw, and he had the goldenest fur in all the land.

One day, when Sunpaw and Shadowpaw were flirting, a giant hawk swooped down and stole Shadowpaw!

No, no, little kittens. It was not the hawk who killed young Shadowpaw! She was planning suicide, but Sunpaw had brightened her spirits. After she was freed from its grasp, she hurring back to camp--only to find Sunpaw being eaten by the hawk as fresh-kill. She let out a horrible yowl and flung herself over the cliff and into the gully. It was suicide.

Shadowpaw's ghost haunted everybody for countless moons until she faded into myth.

But one fateful full moon, The Place Of No Stars allowed Shadowpaw to return to ThunderClan. That very night, a queen named Icecloud gave birth to her first kit: Nightkit. A reincarnation of the emo apprentice? Perhaps.

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There once was a warrior goddess. Rock Goddess, that is. Even though she had no thumbs, Nightpaw was the best gutairist in all of ThunderClan. She was a young she-cat, with wide green eyes like her father, but white paws and a white diamon on her glossy black head. She, little kits, was the soul of rock.

One day, Nightpaw's mentor Devilfingers, said to her gruffly, "We are going hunting." Nightpaw reluctantly agreed (for she'd rather be spiking her head fur with honey!) and the two set off into ThunderClan's epic forest. They caught a few mice and such, and grudgingly returned to camp. But, on the long hike back to camp, Nightpaw slipped into the shadows. Something called to her. Something... strange.

Nightpaw stuck her head into a hollowed out tree. A silvery glitter sparkled from the loom.. BAM! A great syringe plunged into her arm! The last thing she recalled were pink elephants sliding down a brick chute and several blurry cats fading into blackness...

"Who are you?! Where am I...?"

A snowy blizzard of white swirled around her eyes, slicing through the blackness with a harsh unnatural light. It was gone in an instant. "Get off me!" Nightpaw shrieked feeling a suffocating grip tense around her limbs. "What are you doing?!" A shadowy face emerged from the dark. "For six will sing with the voice of one." Its strumming voice seemed to echo back five dual voices. "What? Four-six will sing to the voice for one?" she echoed.

TO BE CONTINUED.