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.

8. Chapter 8

Apparently the hunting patrol that Icepaw was talking about didn't exist... At the moment.

Turns out that once I got woken up by Thunder, I mean Thunderpaw, I got assigned to the Dawn hunting patrol with my mentor.

And I am FRICKEN SORE, like you wouldn't believe how incredibly sore I am. Practically the living dead by now.

Well, there is a time for everything in life, and I hope this thing doesn't happen again. Knowing me, though, I probably just jinxed it.

The patrol gathered together and I had a chance to look over my assigned 'teammates'. There is Shallowpelt(obviously), Icepaw and her mentor Darkshadow, and Amberclaw, I mean, aside from me.

So we left the camp, and I immediately took a breath of the morning air, I also immediately noticed how similar Icepaw and Darkshadow are. I mean seriously, they started chatting 50 miles a second.

"So where do we hunt today?" I asked my mentor, Shallowpelt, as I trotted up to her. She shifted her gaze towards me, saying,"Towards the Thunderclan border, I've heard of the prey being plentiful around the area."

"Oh, okay."

Then I glanced up,"Where is that?"