Hawkfrost

Hawkfrost stalks around RiverClan’s borders, alone, and bored. His long fur blowing softly in the small breeze. His icy blue eyes scan around him, his claws digging into the ground as he scents rogues nearby. He follows the trail, tail lashing quietly as he stalks towards the first rogue he sees. A quiet rogue sitting alone, his eyes widened as his pupils dilate as he takes in the figure of the rogue. He can’t bring himself to attack, words catching in his throat, a tingling feeling in his chest. He finally manages to speak, though it comes out quietly. “Hello.” He meows. “My name is Hawkfrost.” His ears flicked lovingly, his whiskers twitching. “I am from RiverClan. One of the four clans.” He meows to the rogue, although not sure the rogue hears him.