Nighthawk woke up under a fallen tree, there was rocks piled up and a hole in it. The place was dark, cold and smelt like squirrel. He squeezed out and padded to a dead squirrel lying on the ground. He sniffed the air, "Wait a minute! This isn't WindClan!" Nighthawk jumped back away from the dead squirrel. "Nighthawk!" A voice greeted behind him in a purr.
Nighthawk turned around and saw a white tom with black paws. "Thornstar?" He asked. "Yes, son." Thornstar nodded. "I missed you, and so did Shadowstream."
Shadowstream, she's my mother.
"Shadowstream wants you in the warriors den." Thornstar announced. Nighthawk nodded, his pelt was sweaty. He padded back to the fallen tree and peeked his head in, there was a black she-cat lying on moss. "Shadowstream, right?" Nighthawk asked as he padded to the black she-cat.
