Baby it's Fact {Hawkstreak}

SILVERWING
Those who live are those who fight.

Silverwing gazed silently out of the nursery. Her three rambunctious kits laid sprawled across her belly. No longer were they biting tails, tripping warriors, nor talking stupid. In sleep they were Starclan's warriors, looking peaceful and innocent. Silverwing snorted she knew that was complete bull crap. Gently she nudged a snoring Weaselkit off of her belly and into this tumbled mess Aspenkit and Glacierkit had created. The little tom merely yawned, fluttered his eyes than 'clunk' his head fell back into a whirlwind of dreams. Her three brats were out cold. Licking her jaws she decided it was time to get some breakfast; and perhaps get some well-deserved alone time. Silverwing could only dream of becoming a warrior again. She still had three moons to go.

Extending her jaws she issued her own luxurious yawn; clutched the tumbled clutter of brambles and arched her back. Smacking her jaws together she exited the den; food clearly on her mind. On the way out she almost tripped over a cuddling pair of lovebirds. Snorting she weaved around them she rolled her eyes. "Can't they be all love-dovey somewhere else?" she muttered. Casting them a look she suddenly felt a bit depressed. When did she ever get to be all love-dovey with someone? Silverwing definitely wasn't the type to verbally admit that she'd want to cuddle. But she was still female; of course she had to think about it.

With a sigh she padded towards the fresh-kill pile; love games still clinging onto her thoughts. As her eyes scanned the clearing she was reminded of problem more and more. Everywhere she looked male and female were laughing, talking. Exchanging loving glances; purring; nuzzling each other. Eyes twitching she snagged a rabbit and angrily tore it away. "Get a den, my Starclan." she muttered. This dilemma was pissing her off. More than anything she would just like to hear someone tell her, "I love you."

But who would she hear that from? Hawkstreak. He'd rather jump off a cliff than say something that affectionate. They never really had a loving relationship anyway. When she told him she was pregnant he choked on his stupid prey. That ass choked on his stupid food! Tearing into her rabbit she aggressively tore it's flesh apart. Why didn't he love her? Even if it hurt to admit it she loved him more than any cat in this idiotic clan. In this idiotic world.

Eyes flashing she was quick to notice him pad into camp. Without much thought she abandoned her man-handled rabbit and rushed towards him. Not a thought flickered through her mind; she cleared her throat. "Hawkstreak." she meowed. At once she grew nervous. This was stupid! Of course he'll say no!

"Do you love me?" Her eyes were wide; and for some reason brimmed with tears. He's going to say no.

<sup>Hawkstreak
My lifetime goal is to annoy you

Hawkstreak sighed as he padded into camp. What an exhausting walk. All he wanted to do was to be alone, his thoughts to himself and to gather courage to face his mate again. But instead a surprise greeted him, and once again he had to help a poor soul in need of love problems.

He didn't mind it, though. Not one bit. He actually loved giving cats advice, for no one seemed to really care to talk to him. And for once, he actually made a friend. A stupid, selfish, troublesome tom making a friend. It was a miracle. But the gift came with something else. Two things, actually. A realization, and a plan. Listening to another tom's love problems made him realize how lucky he was to actually have someone by his side. All his pathetic life he knew no one would actually fall in love with someone like him. He really did love that she-cat.

But did she love him? She actually got pregnant with his kits, but it didn't mean anything. Did she even look at him the same way now? Silverwing, oh Silverwing. Hawkstreak thought with a sigh. But enough of feeling sorry for himself. It was his fault anyway! He needed to man up! Take that RiverClan warrior's advice! He took his, so now it was his turn to return the favor.

To his surprise, which wasn't the only surprise he had today, Silverwing came to his mind's call. He expected an enraged expression and harsh words of a lecture, but he had to admit this was the most surprising event that happened today. Not only the words caught him off guard, but her eyes. She never cried...

Time to work up the new plan! Wait...no...this wasn't the right time to do it. She had to be angry! Maybe it was worth getting lectured...No, I have to make her mad! No...then she'll think I don't love her...but...I want to do the plan! Oh forget it it will just have to wait...

It was time to man up anyway.

It was going to be hard, though. It was rare seeing her cry. What should he do? Act gentle...gentle...kind...that gooey crap...

Getting to a more confident self, he smiled warmly. She was kinda cute when she cried...."Aww, Silverwing, your the only cat who has ever noticed me and actually cared to talk to me! Of course I love ya." Hawkstreak purred, licking her tears away. I wonder...

"Silv, can I talk to you somewhere private? I promise I'll make you feel better. I don't want you, some tough she-cat, crying. You don't deserve it."</sup>

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SILVERWING
Those who live are those who fight.

Silverwing softly pulled back from embrace, "If your messing with me, I'm so going to rip your face off." Even if this was a gentle, tender moment for the couple she still couldn't completely brake down and get gooey. She was already teary-eyed, how much further could she fall down? The tabby she-cat raised a brow, a place? What did he have to tell her? The last time they left camp together on important business she was telling him she was pregnant. And everyone knows how that went down. Her eyes fell into it's usual narrowed state,
"I'll come, but you better not be telling me your pregnant."

Silverwing grinned slightly, this was the only tom that was ever able to capture her heart. When she was younger boys were icky. They still are. Sure she was pretty, sure toms hit on her. A lot. But she usually ripped their fur off, then they never talked to her again. Then there was this one. She took a swift glance, "This idiot." she mumbled. This idiot somehow managed to steal her heart, and still hadn't returned it. "Friggin burglar." she grunted.

And now she was the mother of his kits.

Following him to this 'place' she wondered what her mother would think of all of this? Would she have been proud of her? Probably not. But she might have been happy. Her eye lids slid half-way down, yah Mom would have been glad. Even if she had chosen this moron for a mate. She would have been delighted just at the fact that she even had a mate in the first place. . Speeding up she fell into step with him,

"Your an idiot, you know that right?" she murmured, "But I love you anyway."

<sup>Hawkstreak
My lifetime goal is to annoy you

Hawkstreak lead his mate to the world beyond this camp. It made him sick when he thought about seeing the sights of the pine trees once more after that tiring adventure that happened only a few moments ago, but at least this time he left with a purpose, and had Silverwing at his side. And it was for a good cause this time, too. Hopefully. With the luck he had today, he wouldn't be surprised if it backfired. But maybe he could have a more subtle relationship with his lucky catch than some kind of battle field.

The brown tabby strolled past the camp entrance, stepping foot in the land of their territory. But that was all his plan got up to. He didn't plan too far ahead into thought about where this private place could be. But, acting clumsily casual he walked in random directions, hoping to catch some kind of den or bush or something comfortable and away from all the other cats. After a few tracings over the same area of land he zoomed excitedly over to an enclosed area. It was a small clearing, having room for about three cats, with bushes and trees surrounding it.

Perfect... Hawkstreak purred. But once again, he didn't think too deeply about the situation. How were they going to get in? Hawkstreak circled the shelter in search for an opening, but there was none. Except if they were a size of a kit could they get in through one of the openings. Pondering, he shrugged in confidence. If you can't go through or under, the only option was to go over. That was a more easy task, for when he examined it when searching for an opening he spotted a small bush, which was an easy jump for them.

"Come on, Silv, we can talk in here," Hawkstreak meowed determinedly, bundling his muscles together and jumping over the obstacle. Looking over his shoulder he grinned, "Even a kit could do it!"</sup>

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( That phrase reminded me of the commercial, "Even a caveman can do it!" XD )

ooc:Moved the board to the forest so they could well..be here instead of camp. Where everyone's dieing XD
Anyways do whatever you can to prevent Silverwing from reaching camp, k? You want Hawky to protect her xD

SILVERWING
Those who live are those who fight.

Silverwing followed closely behind. Not close enough for their fur to touch, but close enough. Cocking her head to the side she pondered over what this was all about? What does he want to tell me? Probably something a tad bit stupid. But she was prepared for that, it was Hawkstreak not some genius. And honestly she could care less, this stupid tom was the one she loved most. Eyebrows perked she watched in amusement as he tried to find an entrance into this clearing. After a few seconds he was able to finally find a way. "Good job Sherlock." she teased.

"You saying I'm dumber than a brat nosed kit?" she muttered, but her eyes sparkled. Whatever he was attempting was sweet. Who knew this tom would go through this much trouble just so they could talk. With a smirk she easily leaped over the impediment. Landing swiftly beside him she did something that was in the least bit common for her. She showed affection. With a purr she rubbed against him, her tail tangling at the crook of his neck. "Now what did you want to talk about?" she meowed seductively.

Within seconds her eyes widened as shrilling shriek pierced her ears. "What in Starclan was that?" Her body drew away from his. Yowls of terror could be heard from the camp, a couple crashes followed. Was something destroying the camp? Her blood chilled, the kits. "Oh my Starclan, Hawkstreak the kits! Our kits!" The queen frantically paced around, gulping she turned on the tom, "They're in there alone! Without me! Oh my, my oh my." She was on the fritz, "They're so stupid they'll probably get killed."

Crash after crash echoed through the trees, the grunting and moaning of metals met her ears. It was the two-leg monsters. "Oh my Starclan." she panted. Eyes racing back and forward she jolted back through the bush. Her feet slipped on the pine needle forest floor. With a huff she slithered onto the ground, but within seconds she was upon her feet. Silverwing's fur stood on end, her tail was twice as large; and she was ready to face all hell just to save her kits. She wasn't sure where this power came from, or where it was even stored before hand. All the queen knew was that she had to save her kits. With a battle cry she leaped into the air, as soon as her paws hit the ground she raced off towards camp.

Oblivious to the frantic tom following closely behind.

<sup>Hawkstreak smiled. Yes, this was the time! It was finally time to make his plot unfold, to rescue their relationship, and to be dominant! It was the perfect spot too! And he knew exactly how to to start it off! Bunching his muscles together he was about to spring on Silverwing but...

"Run! The camp is falling to ruins!"

A screech distracted him from his well-aimed pounce, his ears pricking in confusion. Silverwing seemed to notice too, for she was speaking out his thoughts. At first he didn't care, all he cared about was telling his mate what he had to say. But a couple of crashes later it was certain that the camp was in deep trouble. Unpredictably Silverwing went into panic, which surprised him. Especially about the subject. The Kits! Their kits to be exact! There were in harm's way! But why would he care? Maybe it's some kind stupid father protection mode crap, he thought with a sigh, fealing a little panicked himself.

Abruptly before Hawkstreak could comment about the destruction going on in their home, Silverwing sped away, leaving Hawkstreak dumbfounded. Quick as lightning, he pelted after her, in a desperate attempt to bring her back. "Silverwing! Stop!" Hawkstreak screeched, leaping high into the air, tumbling on the silver cat and pinning her to the ground miraculously after racing through many fox-lengths to catch up. "Silverwing, you'll be killed! I don't want you getting hurt! I'm sure they're being taken away somewhere! The nursery and elder's den is first priority! We have to go somewhere safe!"</sup>

SILVERWING
Those who live are those who fight.
Silverwing pummeled effortlessly against Hawkstreak's stomach, desperately trying to throw him off. But her attempts were fruitless; the tom was much bigger than her. Even thought she acquired a miraculous amount of strength, something stopped her from unleashing it. Maybe it was the caring gleam that flickered in his eyes. Maybe it was because his words made sense. A sigh broke past her lips as she stared back up at him, "Are you sure they're alright?" It was this god-like adrenaline pulsing through her body that made her feel so powerful. What was this? Was this what all mother's felt when their children were in danger? She had to fight it, Hawkstreak was right they were fine. They had to be.

Sighing once more she begged herself to forget about them. They're just annoying brats anyways. Licking her mate's cheek she hastily slithered out of his grip. "Ok Mr. Intelligent." she began, impatiently she hissed air through her teeth, "Where do we go?" It wasn't too hard to simply back track and follow the clan's scent. But she wasn't sure if there would be a clan if they did go back to camp. They simply had to go to where the clan might be. That could be anywhere! Narrowing her eyes she went through every possible explanation until one made sense. The most likely one would be to head toward the lake. It was the universal safety spot when something went wrong. That sounded right.

Turning toward Hawkstreak she growled hotly, "Let's head toward the lake." Without waiting for any judgment from his behalf, Silverwing shot off through the trees. It wasn't until she heard the all too familiar rumbling of the monsters that she halted. The monster's were blocking any chance of escape. Inhaling quickly she backed straight up into Hawkstreak's forearms. "Hawky...! We need a new route."

Hawkstreak was surprised of how Silverwing listened to him. Not only did she ignore those "motherly" instincts, she actually listened to him. Maybe not knowing a thing about what a motherly instinct was a good thing. For all he knew it had special powers to make it seem she actually loved him for once. Or maybe he was just awesome at the moment. He had no clue. Questioning on their escape, Hawkstreak opened his jaws to reply, but only a sigh exited his mouth when immediately Silverwing answered for herself instead. He was kinda glad, though, for his plan of "going back to camp" might have been a little idiotic. Didn't he just prevent Silverwing from going back there? Clearly he wasn't thinking straight. But he never did. Unless, which he learned in the past few moments, it risked his mate's life. Racing after her, he almost ran right into her when she stopped her speedy sprint. Now it was time to look like an idiot. He needed to think quick. Maybe he could prevent it. Maybe he could look manly and smart for once. And maybe soon he could finally do his plan. "Uhh..." Hawkstreak murmured, his face twisted with confusion. Thinking of the first place that camp to his mind he meowed, "Uh, what about that barn place thingy?" [bg=654918][atrb=border,0,true]

Scrunching her nose, she exhaled hotly. Rounding on the tom she muttered, "You want me to go into a filthy barn?" The idea repulsed her, not because it was musty, dirty. Nope, it was a place where kitty-pets lived on fat mice, and slept til sun-high. It wasn't a warrior's haven, and it definitely wasn't hers. "I won't step foot in one of those-" The words on her tongue were cut short as a tree slammed down right beside them. Silverwing leaped to her paws, her eyes were wide. The she-cat was nearly twice her size from the shock. "Mouse-dung." she spat, obviously a failed attempt at calming herself down. "Let's just go to the blasted barn." she mumbled. With those final words she shot off through a tunnel of thickets. She wasn't sure if Hawky was beside her but she did know that she could still smell the monsters. Their pungent scent could be followed for miles. Ears pressed to the top of her head she urged herself to go faster. It wasn't until her paws hit the marshlands, that she knew they were near Riverclan territory. Panting, she staggered to a halt. Without the constant shower of pines, she felt bare, naked. As she assumed, Hawkstreak was beside her, his own ragged breaths came out in short gasps. Placing a steady tail on his shoulder she glanced around. She was sure Riverclan wouldn't welcome the intruders, but they would have to suck it. Because they were already here. Eyes glowering she padded cautiously around the spongy grassland. Mud oozed through her toes, perhaps this would disgust the typical female. Instead, Silverwing she found herself relaxing. She particularly wasn't fond of water, nor getting her paws wet. But this was different, it felt like home. This in itself was odd. Shadowclan didn't have a marshland. Something tugged at her mind, telling her that they did. Odd. She flicked her tail, an almost too stupid question poised on her tongue. "Hawkstreak, why does this feel...right?" Maybe she was talking about the marsh, maybe about their love, or maybe about the destruction. Whatever it was it never felt wrong. [bg=3c6b3c][atrb=border,0,true]