Sunsets (Hawkfrost X Reader)

Cold paws

What you quickly realized was that most of the time, Hawkpaw was not sleeping, despite it seeming like it so often.

He was drowsily watching the den with half-lidded eyes, but you never minded it much.

Your neck wound had been healing quite fine, but Mudfur had ordered you to stay to recover for at least seven sunrises.
Seven!
He may as well could have just made it an entire moon.

Mothpaw was constantly spending time in the medicine cat's den, which she said Sasha didn't like.
You didn't know if that was true.

Sasha had not visited once.

Okay, it had only been one sunrise so far, but still. Sasha never did anything, and now she didn't even visit her injured son.
Didn't he mean anything to her?

You sat next to Hawkpaw, who was silently grooming your fur. He didn't talk as much as he used to, and you wondered if he was mad at you, or if he was shifting in personality.

"(Y/N), there you are!"
You looked over to the entrance of the den, the sun beams were blocked by the dark outline of a familiar cat.

"Hi, Feathertail." You greeted the silver she-cat.

She was quite beautiful, even in this light her fur almost shined and she stepped closer.

"Stormfur was worrying about you." The warrior meowed, and sat down.

"He knows I'm in here, right?" You asked, raising an eyebrow in doubt.

"Oh, not yet. He's currently on a two-day  patrol. He's coming back soon though!" She replied, swaying her fluffy tail happily.

You blinked a little. It was kinda sad, a warrior you didn't talk to much was more worried about you than... your own mentor.
Shadepelt hadn't visited once either.

"Oh. Well, StarClan shall light his path." You muttered.

You turned your head to Hawkpaw, who had stopped grooming you.

He just... blinked.

"You two wil be warriors soon, right?" Feathertail smiled.

"I certainly hope so." You laughed. "I'm way overdue."

The brown tabby next to you flicked his ear.
"How old were you when you became a warrior, Feathertail?"

The silver tabby perked up her eyebrows in interest.
"Oh, there were some complications, so I was fourteen!"

Hawkpaw turned his head to you.
"Hey, that's how old you are." He smirked.

You snorted.
"Yeah, yeah." You grumbled. You didn't like to be reminded.

"Are you guys hungry?" Feathertail asked.
You hadn't noticed but now you saw her whip out two fish.

"Not that much." You answered, then turned your head to Hawkpaw. "You?"

He blinked a bit. His blue eyes were looking more and more icy every day.
"We could share one."

You nodded, and were about to say that to the silver she-cat but were reminded she had ears as she placed down a salmon in front of you.

You nodded your head gratefully, and nudged the prey closer to Hawkpaw, who motioned for you to take the first bite.

While eating, you noticed Feathertail was staring at the corner of the den, where usually Mudfur slept.
There was an extra nest to his now.

"Is Mothpaw finally Mudfur's apprentice?"
She turned back to you, smiling as she asked.

You groaned.
"No."

You heard Hawkpaw grunt next to you as he chewed on the fish meat.

"What? Then whose nest is that?" Feathertail tilted her head confused.

"Mothpaw's." You lifted your tail to stop Feathertail from asking you why she had a nest here. "She's... unofficially his apprentice."

Feathertail's dark ears flattened a little.
"What does Leopardstar say about this?"

Hawkpaw shrugged, and he swallowed before answering.
"I think mom biases her. Sasha doesn't like the idea of Mothpaw being a medicine cat."

The silver she-cat looked away a little.
"But... it's great if she would be a medicine cat apprentice."

You lifted your head a bit, and raised an eyebrow.

"Mudfur isn't..." She swayed her head to the side, "...that... young."

You laid your head on your paws, not hungry anymore.
"Yeah."

Hawkpaw devoured the last bit of the prey.
"I wish I could go up to Leopardstar and tell her how bad of a mother Sasha is." He slightly hissed.

"Pardon?" Feathertail's blue eyes widened a little.

The brown tabby flicked his torn ear and turned his icy gaze to the smaller she-cat.
"Well, she doesn't support our decisions, now does she?" He stretched, and you watched him sit up.

Feathertail sighed.
"My mom isn't alive, but I'm sure she'd be supportive of me choosing that path..."

You came to a realization that Hawkpaw was the only one with a living mom in this den.

"I don't even know my mom's name." You snorted. "So she can't tell me anything."