Hawk's Story- 5, A Warrior Cats Fanfic

Chapte 5-

     Hawk remembered the disastrous death. Blaze's death. And he had a mate! If he'd known, Hawk wouldn't have killed him. Light was still grieving. Hawk sighed. He turned in his moss nest. His bush was on the edge of the forest, after that was pine trees. It was beautiful, even in leaf-bare. It was getting deeper in leaf-bare. He needed to worry about survival, not some she-cat. Hawk soon fell asleep.
     Hawk opened his eyes. He stretched in his bush, stretching out some pieces of moss. Hawk shook the moss from his pelt. He would need more. Gathering some dusty pieces of moss, Hawk flung them outside. His belly was not too hungry. Hawk could cope. He plunged into the forest, his legs stretching, enjoying the frosty dew and the cold, clean air. It would snow soon. Hawk could taste it in the air. Even more reason to gather moss now! Hawk clawed together moss he'd found, balling it and carrying it with him to his nest. It was more than enough, and his nest was fluffy with moss. Hawk decided to hunt now. He looked at the sky. Almost sunhigh. Turning his head straight ahead, Hawk went to the moorland. There he could find rabbits, geese... His mind turned to Light. Hawk shook his head, clearing the thoughts. Rabbits, geese, moorhens, herbs. Herbs for my wounds... Birds and moles maybe. Hawk tasted the air. The scent of a moorhen hit him. He trotted eagerly toward, not pausing to crouch. Hawk just pounced, an enormous leap. He hit the moorhen, snapping its neck. Hawk gulped it down. It was scrawny. Hawk was soon redressing his wounds. Good. He looked up. It was almost dusk now. He spent a long time finding herbs. Licking his paw, Hawk turned and trekked back to his bush with the moorhen's feathers in his mouth. He dropped the bundle, sighing and closing his eyes in his soft, fluffy nest, getting half covered by moss and feathers.