"i chose this clan because, y'know, hawks - they have wings. you see where i'm going with this?"
a handsome young tabby tom, appearing to only be around six moons old, was seemingly chattering happily to the lonesome trees around him as he trotted closer and closer to the hawkclan border. but really, he was speaking to someone - she just wasn't visible or audible to anyone but the tom himself. she was a spirit, in his mind. "mm, yes, pit. that makes perfect sense. now you just wanna take a left here and you'll be at the border." the tom - pit, his name was - proudly stretched out the magnificent angel white feathery wings blooming from his back. "lady palutena, do you think this clan will like my wings? huh?" "well, sure, they're very pretty - but it'd probably help if you could use them, don't you think?" pit felt his face grow hot. "hey, it's not like i have control over that! besides, i have you to help me."
""how sweet of you~ up ahead is the border. just remember what we're here for, ok?"
"right." pit gave his wings a quick shake and slowed to a stop, looking around. "uh, helloo?"