I think this is around four hundred words so no improvement in length. However, I might have time to type up the alliances that I created today. I'll add them in at the beginning. Hope you enjoy this chapter though it's kind of slow and uneventful! Don't forget to follow, favorite and review!

Flamewing tried to go back to his normal life, but it was hard! He was constantly glancing over his shoulder; feeling like someone- or something- was watching him. He didn't want the pressure or responsibility of being a part of a potential prophecy. There were much more powerful cats in his clan. Ravenflight was older, wiser, and a great strategist and Sootmask was the clan's most powerful fighter! Why had he been chosen? He finally went up to Creekflow, Thunderclan's deputy, to see if there was anything he could do or help with or do. "Well, I already sent out the border patrols," Creekflow began thoughtfully, "But the fresh-kill pile seems to be running a bit slow so it would be great if you could go hunting!" Flamewing nodded in thanks and exited the camp though the bramble guarded entrance. As he raced through the forest, he relished the fresh breeze on his face, cooling him and clearing his head. Flamewing decided that by the lake would be the best place to hunt as it was bountiful in prey in newleaf. He enjoyed the distraction and hunted for nearly the rest of the day. He arrived back at camp with four mice and a sparrow that had given a surprising amount of trouble hanging from his jaws. "Wow! Amazing catch!" Creekflow congratulated Flamewing as he walked by. Flamewing purred a muffled thank you through his mouthful of tails and feathers. After plopping his kills on the pile, he visited Poppylight's den where she was preparing to leave for the moonpool. "I'm gonna wait up for you," Flamewing mewed quietly, "I don't think I'd get much sleep anyway." "At least try to take a nap," Poppylight replied, pretty much accepting that the young warrior would be awake when she got back. Flamewing did not reply- he had no intentions of sleeping a wink. Poppylight gave her fur one last lick and stood up, "Well, I'm off! I'll tell you if I find out anything new." Flamewing followed her out of the medicine den and walked her to the camp entrance. He watched her until she trotted out of sight. Finding a comfortable spot at the edge of camp, he curled up, ready for a long night of waiting. It will be worth it in the end; he silently reminded himself as he tucked his paws in and curled his tail neatly around them.