Here's the studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/6495086/ The cat on the thumbnail is Hawkpaw!
Chapter One Hawkpaw’s feet pounded the ground. She swerves around a chunk of heather. She hears rustling in it. Rabbit brain, she thought as she heard Maplepaw’s shriek of outrage. The orange and cream she-cat must have thought she could fight her way through fast. “Have fun pulling yourself out!” taunted Shrewpaw and he raced around the heather. The young ginger tom overtakes Hawkpaw in a flurry of paws. Petalpaw comes around last, her small paws better at hunting than running. She speeds up more, and also overtakes Hawkpaw. That’s okay, the brown and white she-cat thinks, They won’t be ready for what I have planned. Shrewpaw and Petalpaw finally reach the river, where the littermates swerve to follow its course. “Get ready!” Hawkpaw yowls as she nears the fast-flowing water. Petalpaw stops and glares at the brown and white blur. Then Shrewpaw realizes what’s happening, and turns just in time to see the spectacle. Hawkpaw leaps from the ground, just a tail length from the water, and clears the river, landing on the other side with utmost grace and form. She turned around proudly, then drooped her tail at their cold stares. “Sorry,” she mutters. “You know that’s against the rules!” Maplepaw said as she caught up. Petalpaw was hissing quietly, and Shrewpaw had his tongue out. Why do I always ruin the fun kinds of training with my boasting. Now we won’t be able to race for training for another quarter moon! Hawkpaw thought miserably. When they fought while racing, they got it taken away. Hawkpaw’s mentor, Chasefoot, always says, “Racing is a privilege. Treat it like one.” “Did Moonstorm see me?” hissed Hawkpaw quietly. “No,” Maplepaw replied. “He saw a rabbit after he helped me out.” “Then go to the Fallen Tree and get over here!” Maplepaw, Petalpaw and Shrewpaw obeyed. Hawkpaw sighed with relief as they reached the Fallen Tree, a big tree that had collapsed over the river, making a bridge. The three littermates sprinted over by the tense yellow-eyed cat and waited. A few heartbeats later, Moonstorm trotted over the crest of a low hill, holding a hare in his jaws. “How was racing?” he asked, oblivious to the sour glances pointed towards Hawkpaw. They immediately stopped. “Fine,” Petalpaw meowed nonchalantly. “Hawkpaw finally controlled herself. You would think she was still in the nursery for her restraint levels.” Hawkpaw hissed at her. Petalpaw blinked innocently. Shrewpaw rolled his eyes before saying, “Should I carry the rabbit back to camp?” “I could, too!” Maplepaw said to the blue-gray tom. Moonstorm blinked in confusion. Hawkpaw was perplexed too. Why would she volunteer when Shrewpaw already had? I would be furious! Hawkpaw thought. It was true, Shrewpaw looked pretty angry. “I already offered, fishbrain!” he growled. Moonstorm stepped in front of Maplepaw, not seeing her hurt look. “That’s very true, Shrewpaw,” he stated, then gave the rabbit to him. They started back to camp. Even when Petalpaw padded back towards Maplepaw to murmur in her ear, the orange and cream she-cat’s tail would not lift. It continued to drag until they got to camp. It rather fascinated Hawkpaw. She dropped back to watch it. Just as they reached the hill that overlooked camp, Petalpaw gasped and then started choking. Maplepaw’s hackles rose and Shrewpaw sputtered. Moonstorm looked rather amused. As Hawkpaw ran to catch up, Shrewpaw finally got over his stuttering. “Where did they go?” he yowled. Her fur springing up, she hissed quietly. The camp was absolutely deserted.
