The Fourth (ШAЯЯιФЯṨ-Ѧ-ĦƳƄɌІᴅṨ-ṨṬṎЯƳ)

by ClawMoon

Every century three hybrids are born. I am one of them, but I'm the fourth, I'm impossible to be. And a short time after I join Shadowclan, someone called Tigerstar haunts my nightmares, and Firestar, my dreams. Both are tugging me to each side, and I don't know which to go. On the fourth moon, during the fourth night, the fourth will tell the wrong and the right.

7. Chapter 7

The weather had stopped and the clan was recovering.

Restoring the camp was an apprentice task, but everycat was taking part, even the kits, who were draining the puddles.

"Here," I said, "do it this way." I dug the ground below the puddles, allowing the mud to drain. Then, I asked for the kits to get dirt from the center of camp. I patched up the hole with most of the mud, taking the rest to the entrance of the clan, dumping it at the side. It would help support the twigs and brambles.

Returning, I saw the kits spreading the dirt on the ground and jumping on it. "Okay now," I said, twitching my whiskers in amusement. I took the moss from its place and made nests from it. "Can you do the same for all of the dens? I will go hunting."

"But you didn't get training." Oakkit said to me.

"I know," I replied, before trotting out to hunt.

I scented the forest air, catching the scent of mouse, crow, vole, and squirrel. I went after the mouse, climbing a tree on the way. Jumping, I caught it. Before I went back to camp, I decided to get two more pieces of prey. Another mouse, and that crow.

Going back to camp, I saw a major difference. There were no puddles, only an empty hole in the center.

I dropped the prey in the hole, before bounding into the medecine den.

"Hey, I have to tell you something," I said, breathing in the scent of herbs. "There is a way to be more organized than this."

She turned her head. I peeked her curiosity. "You can put up branches that stick out of the bramble wall over there," I started. "And..." I got to the entrance picking up some wet mud (It was almost dried) and molding it into a bowl-shaped container. "This can be for your poppy seeds." Making another, I put the weird berrys, juniper I think, into that. The medicine cats eyes widened.

I grabbed branches from the outside of camp and stuck them into the brambles, making them stick out. I made a shelf and put the sorted herbs on, making sure that they didn't get mixed.

"There." I had perfected it.

I left the den, racing to the deputy, Darkfeather, telling him to arrange patrols.

As he did, I got complements from the warriors.

I got to my nest and collapsed. I was so tired after the long day.

"So how about that hunting party?" Icepaw asked.

I groaned as a reply, when I joined, I was not ready for this.