Hey! So here is the final chapter of this book. I want to leave it here, and move on to the second book of this series! The Oc submittion will still be up, of course, just on that book. And i'm keeping the same rules, which will also go to the next book.

Icanwrite13- Yup! The Four Horse Men, or Cats in this world I guess.

Brambleflower- Thanks for the two new ocs! And thanks for not being mad at the whole Ravenstar-going-to-the-darkside-thing!

Shadows In The Wind- Thank you for all the ocs! Also, would you like to make Flurrys former mate, or just keep it as a unknown loner?

5-6-20 5:17 AM

Watching the small, silver fish dance in the stream she sighed. Her feathery tail curled at her hunches, heather-blue eyes narrowed in thought. Her paws iched to swat at them, but the thought of scaring them away to soon also crossed her frantic mind.

Now! As quick as lightning the large she-cat hit the water, making a large splash. Pasque scooped up as many fish as she could. Tossing them onto land and bitting down onto their heads, blinking as she nearly swallowed one.

"Careful, those could possibly get stuck in your throat." One cat meowed, her ear twitching at the minnows.

The young she-cat dipped her head. Licking her maw as she glanced down, three small silver fish. Is this all? Looking back at one of her trainers, she frowned. Feeling hopeless as she gazed at the stack of trout and carp mixed in with minnows.

Notcing this, a golden and white tom flicked his tail over her ears. "Cheer up, Pasque. You're still learning how to fish, and you seem to be more of a bird-catcher anyways." Pausing, he looked down at the water. "Try hunting in a deeper part of the stream. That's where all the big fish are hanging out at."

Nodding she blinked gratefully at the tom. "Thanks, Lucky." She meowed before wading deeper into the cold waters. The stream was clear, and she could easily see the sandy bottom. But there was a current, and the apprentice couldn't help but worry. What it I fall?

Glancing back she saw a few of them watching her. While others just ignored the large gray cat completely. Lucky nodded to her, waving a paw at the water. Fishing, right. Pasque stayed still as she watched the sandy bottom. It was a good time of day, the sun was right in front of her and casted her shadow behind.

The problem was her long fur. It was starting to carry the weight of more and more water. Getting snagged on passing twigs, or just knoting up uncomfortably. You need to stay still. Unsheathing her claws Pasque dug them into the ground. Flinching as she saw minnows dart away as sand lifted and clouded the water around her paws.

Just as she was giving up hope she spotted a fish. It was a brownish-green fish that had lots of dots, and she noticed a bright red underbelly. Perking up her ears she watched it swim downstream, just a few inches away from her paws. Wait...wait...wa-now! Leaping at the fish she gripped onto slimy scales.

The trout wiggled in her jaws. Claws piercing the skin, blood dripping into the water as she struggled to land. There was a couple of hisses from the other hunters. One exclaiming a growl, while Lucky rushed to her. "See! Just have to know where to find them."

Dropping the now-dead animal she frowned. It was bigger than the minnows, but it was still a small fish. And I still managed to struggle with catching it. How could she fail so badly at something? Yes she could catch birds easily, but that was because she could jump and catch them in mid-air. Unlike many of the cats here.

Sighing she shook out her ragged, wet pelt. Feeling heavier with the flattened hair that stuck to her skin. But everything else I fail at. Tail twitching she watched as Coal stormed over to her. Glaring down the gray she-cat with a cold glare.

"You clumsy badger! I nearly had a carp bigger than you!" Coal snarled, her tail lashing in frustration. There was a spark that lit into her eyes, looking at Pasque with a small smirk as she added in a scoff. "As if anything could possible be bigger!"

Flinching the she-cat could feel her eyes start to water. Her vision growing blurry as she nodded silently, willing the huntress to go back to fishing. As soon as Coal turned, she snagged her trout and minnows, feeling eyes on her as she rushed down the trail, back to camp.

*

Sleep didn't come easy that night. It was just like every single day, to say. Pasque couldn't remember the first time since kithood she had gotten a real night of sleep. At least, that of how others would sleep from sundown to dawn.

Pasque was fine with it. She loved the silence of the night, and having it all to herself. The gray she-cat was use to seeing owls, and catching mice scampering in the meadows. It was like she had the entire world to herself, and no-one else was there to ruin it.

Climbing out of the apprentices den she glanced around. It was almost moonhigh, and she had been able to get a nap in from sunset to a few minutes ago. Just enough to keep me running. Flicking her tail at the thought, Pasque made sure to see if her father had set out any guards.

Happy to see the camp entrance clear of cats, she padded confidently through the large camp. It was made by Shadow himself, who has the ability to move rock and earth at his will. He had made the entire camp as a safe place, making dens and closing off any possible weak spots to protect them all.

Many were awed by his dedication to this. While others had, or still are, skeptical about why he cared so much. Pasque had seen it as generosity, something that rogues and loners didn't see much of. It was one thing that kept her from getting mad at new-comers who woule exclaim Shadow as a "no-good cat that was up to something".

Pasque leaped up top the flat rock that was the apprentice's roof. It was smooth, but had a jagged outlining. She liked to sit and watch the sky from here. It held her scent, and countless times had she fallen asleep on the gray surface. I don't need a nest, and if anything me sleeping outside gives the others room.

Claws scrapped the rock as she frowned. Remembering Coal's harsh words from earlier that day. Am I really that big? Feeling a pain in her chest, Pasque curled up. Sighing inwardly as she gazed at her fluffy tail, her long fur was now groomed and swayed in the soft wind like furry water.

Blinking up at the sky, she felt her eyes start to drop. With the cool wind, and fresh air she could easily find herself asleep. It was much better than sleeping in some stuffy den, filled overbearing with the smell of old moss and cats. As she curled up, the large apprentice watched the dancing stars as she drifted off into a soundless sleep.

So that's the last of this book! And maybe by tomarrow or next week I should have up the second book of the series!

5-6-20 8:40 PM