Troubled (OPEN)

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

Nighthawk's green eyes showed none of their initial color, shinning only like a pair of stars as he stood staring into the river. Below him, he could see the cats of CrescentClan moving around, going about life.

Life...

He missed it so much, that he often considered just leaping into the river to see what happened. To allow himself to be seen by the clans. And...her. How long did the brave Screechstar have left? Perhaps she had loved him, perhaps not, but it mattered little to the black tom. That was the upside of being dead, you could feel no more pain. Only a dull ache, that was hidden deep into the back of his heart so far that he felt violated. Why couldn't he feel anything? True, the sickness had ended his life. But he could still feel the same burning passion for his clan that he had felt on life. His loyalty hadn't ceased, even in StarClan. Despite the warmth all around, he would always be wary of cats who had once lived in other clans.

I miss you so much...

Why must everything be so quiet up here? He could see the omens, the beginning of change. Yet all of the leaders had not told him why. They did not trust him. Except Tikistar, of course. But that wasn't so helpful, she was older than CrescentClan itself he often thought. Nighthawk turned his gaze to the cat who was once Dawnstar, holding his tongue. No one must know who or where she was. She was safe, and that was all that mattered. And Darkstar...How would he take to what was to come? Surely in stride, as always.

I will never have that life again...

Bitterness tasted foul to his tongue, as the bold, battlehardy tom gimaced openly despite the singing in his ears to remind him that StarClan was a plce for those who were happy.

But I am not happy...I have to go back. Please, StarClan, give me another chance...




((This post is open for anyone to speak with him. I mainly missed playing Nighthawk and was in actuality trying to find a way for him to return. xP))

[Moonlight]

A snow white cat walked up and looked at Nighthawk. She smiled and sat down.

"What troubles you Nighthawk?" She followed his gase to see Darkstar. "I am sorry, you cannot go back. I to have felt betrayle once I died. Though I have learned that we can watch over our family and clan once we die."

Lukio looked over at Pewterclan and sighed.

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

Nighthawk bristled and spun back to meet her, again holding an anger not typical of his home. It was in his nature that his loyalty remained to CrescentClan, not StarClan.
"Watching over does no good, Lukio. That is my family down there, and they will soon be fighting for their very lives. I am no good warrior if I cannot protect them."
He hissed, sinking his claws into the dirt beneath.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to basically fall down to the earth through the river. He knew that where he walked no one would see him, but none the less he slunk into CrescentClan's camp and curled up besides Screechstar's sleeping form.

I should be here beside you...I should have been here, to protect you. Then again you'd claw me to shreds if I tried, wouldn't you?

He grinned a bit to himself, saddened that she could not see him. Couldn't feel him look at her.

[» Sacrifice]

The fire pelted she cat had been lurking on the edges, just watching everything. Her loyalty was to PewterClan alone, but she too, felt the pain that Nighthawk was feeling. Not in the same way though; for Flamingsong had been too young when she had fallen; she had no family, and no friends, no mate, she had been alone. Renegade's battle had struck her down, as she foolishly had thoughts herself to be able to fight two rogues at once. Even now, as she looked down upon the forests, a soft sigh managed to work its way out of her maw. She watched silently as Nighthawk made his way to his own home, or at least, what once upon a time had been his own home.

Knowing that she probably wasn't welcome to intrude, as for the look on the features of Nighthawk told her better, Flamingsong simply spoke softly, knowing it would carry to the ears of the StarClan warrior, who like her, wished for another chance.
"You are not the only one with such conflicts Nighthawk. You have been here longer then I, but alas, I too, feel as though I should be back down there, only in PewterClan instead of CresentClan. There would be a way to go back, but would you want to give up your memories, and start life again? Reincarnation isn't the easiest path to wander."

Turning, the flame pelted she cat moved off, away from CresentClan, wandering from the borders, and suddenly, was in PewterClan. Another sigh, as more streaked past her, and she could only shake her head. Even though she wanted to go back, there was no way she would ever be able too. Not with the stake of loosing all of her memories; she had too many to willingly loose.