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.

12. Chapter 12

I woke up panting, and with a burning pain on my side. Wait... didn't I get that from my dream? How did it even transfer? No time to think about that, I just need to get to the medicine cat's den to get healed up.

I tried to get up. Key word: Tried. It ended up feeling like the worst descision in my life as pain shot through me. In order not to attract attention, I clenched my jaws tight.

Since I couldn't walk there, I needed help. "Thunder, Wake up!" I made a low hiss for him to wake up. And guess what? It didn't work.

Now my only hope was Icepaw or Tigerpaw, or I could just wail and let all heck break loose. But I trusted them, mainly Icepaw, probably because since she is hyper, it might be because she is a morning per-cat.

"Icepaw!" I whisper yelled through my teeth. "Huh?" She woke up, a little bit drowsy, but any help is better then none. "I need you to do a favor for me, get the Medicine cat over here, because I need some serious help right now."

"Why would you need the- Oh My Starclan!" She gaped at my wound, as blood came dripping from it, next thing I know, she high-tailed it through the den.

Sighing from relief, I tried to get comfy without much movement, but to no avail. A few seconds later I saw the Medicine cat storm in the den, stare at me, run to get herbs, come back, and start to work on my gash.

She feircely asked me questions, but I replied with 'I don't remember' and got some questioning looks back.

Now this, is what I call a totally casual morning.