A/N: Okay, so I was in a really good mood today, and I decided to add another chapter. I hope the last one was okay. So, I will get on with it and continue. Here you go! Chapter 4!

The look on Sparkpaw's face says it all. I accomplished making her mad. This is the first time I can actually take a look at the faces around me. Some look similar, and the ages are ranging from young apprentice to elders who look like I could go over, put a paw on their shoulder and they would fall over.

They all have identical expressions on their faces; a mix of anger and awe. Finally a dark ginger tom with green eyes steps forward and thrusts their muzzle into my face.

"Who are you and where did you come from?" he says his voice a deadly whisper. "Are you a rouge? Are you a spy? Were you sent here to destroy the clans?"

"No," I mew forcefully. If I wanted to, I could knock him over then be out of there before he even knows what is happening. But, then again, what good would that do me. "Quite the opposite of those accusations."

"Okay, enough arguing!" Mistystar interrupts. "Since this cat seems to be aware of some customs and is apparently from ThunderClan, how about you take her to your camp, Bramblestar." The dark brown tabby steps forward and puts his tail on my shoulder.

"Come on, Larkpaw did you say it was?" I nod. "Very well. We're going to the ThunderClan camp. Do you know where that is, too?" I can tell he says it mockingly, but I nod. He looks taken aback.

"Well, if you know where it is, then how about you lead us there?" Sparkpaw snarks. I nod again before taking the lead. Sparkpaw and another tom with amber eyes and a dark pelt like Bramblestar's trail behind me. I trot along, making sure to stay within three fox-lengths of the shore at all times. When we reach the stream separating ThunderClan and WindClan, I take a running start before leaping over. I look behind me to see Sparkpaw and the other tom leaping after me.

With the satisfaction that most of the clan-other than Bramblestar-is across the stream, I take off running through the dark night forest. I hear two sets of pawsteps thudding steadily behind me. I feel the urge to take off running faster than either than them can. But I was told by that old cat that I shouldn't ever make it seem like I am different from the other cats.

I've always been stronger and faster than the rest of my clan, even when I was a kit. At only four moons old, I snuck out of camp because I heard of a badger in our territory. I wanted to be a hero, but, Great StarClan, if I was any other kit, I would be dead. Fortunately, I am different from the average cat.

I found it out that night. As I was fighting off the badger that had killed by clanmate, Rainpool, and I had driven it off our territory. Then, an orange tabby tom-who, now that I think about it, looked an awful lot like Sparkpaw-appeared and told me that I had a great destiny ahead of me. But, I needed to keep my abilities hidden until the time comes. I can't help but think that this is the time.

Well, maybe not right this moment, but soon. Maybe it's what I was made to do.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by Sparkpaw, who has slowed down with the other tom. They are both panting heavily, but I am doing just fine. "How...Do...You...Run...So...Quickly," the tom pants between heavy breaths. They catch their breath, then look at me weirdly.

"What are you? Some sort of StarClan member?" Sparkpaw huffs, clearly angry. "And by the way, this mouse brain next to me is my brother, Alderpaw."

"Hello, Alderpaw. I am Larkpaw, if you didn't already know." I reply, looking right at the shy tom. Without another word, I turn and take off running again. The littermates calls come from behind me, and I slow. They come up to me, panting again, just as we reach the thorn barrier surrounding the ThunderClan camp. Once again, they look at me as if I was a fox that just walked into their camp. I let out a huff of breath. This will take some explaining.