Hawkpaw's Journey by LittleTuxedoPeople, literature
Literature
Hawkpaw's Journey
Deep in the forest, a little black tabby tom was looking into the woodland that had been a dull brown and was now transformed to a crisp, clean white by what he could only imagine was Starclan themselves. In the distance, the shoreline of the lake seemed perfect, as if not even a mouse's tail had brushed it yet. It was quiet, but perfect. He took a few deep breaths, trying to draw as much of the serenity in as he could. Nothing seemed to be moving at all. That is, until a blur of black zipped past him, followed by a slower, less-graceful brown streak. The two raced for the shoreline, tearing up what was once a clean white to a dirty lin