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.

9. Chapter 9

After my mentor spoke of us seperating, I went on my way towards the south, making sure to scent the area for prey while I was travelling.

Now, before you get an idea, yes, she taught me the hunting crouch... Sorta.

Scenting a mouse nearby, I dropped into that same exact hunting crouch that I learned, and started stalking forwards, the mouse coming into sight.

As i got into the jumping range, I made sure that my tail wasn't touching the ground, my paws were in position, and my upper half was lowered.

Knowing that I was as close as I would get to perfect, I pounced onto my prey, securing it within my unsheathed paws. After that, I bit it's neck, not deep enough to create a mess, but enough to kill it.

I buried it under a nearby tree after sizing it up, I decided to go after more prey.

In the end, I caught two mice and a vole, which I felt pretty fricking proud of. Carrying it back, Shallowpelt praised me, which, in turn, filled me with confidence

I carried my catch to the camp and placed it atop the almighty fresh kill pile, but I got dragged away by my mentor for training.

Cri, I didn't want to train.