The Lost Prophecy chapter 3

Hi everyone! Today I'ma be putting out The Lost Prophecy, chapter 3. I hope you're as excited as i am! 

Chapter 3 

Hawk's morning was not off to a good start. He'd woken up to Fox rattling the branches of the Apprentices' Den, and tried to ignore it. 

But of course, that didn't help. Fox stopped rattling for a moment. 

Good, he's gone, Hawk thought. 

But then, the Conspirators' leader, Tansy, burst in and gave Hawk a sharp flick on the ear. 

Hawk jumped up, scattering the moss and bracken of his nest everywhere. 

"Hey!" Hawk heard someone snap from behind him. "You just kicked moss all over me!" It was Pidgeon. The gray-and-white she-cat had been on a late night patrol the night before, so her training would start later. Consequently, she was allowed to sleep later then some of the other apprentices. But she wasn't asleep anymore, she was up and she was glaring at him. 

This wasn't the way he wanted to start his morning. 

Before he had a chance to appologize, Roach brushed in. The ginger-furred trainee was followed by Dawn, and lastly, Tansy. 

"Hawk," Roach mewed briskly. "You're going to learn some hunting moves with Roach and I—" he paused, eyes sweeping the den to find a suitable partner. "And Raven." 

No!Not Raven, she'd be even worse than Pidgeon, teasing him for his lack of skill even in the attacker field, which he was primarily associated with. 

Raven sprang to her paws on Hawk's right, making Hawk wonder how long she'd been awake for. Hawk proceeded to hurriedly attempt to rebuild his nest, only making it worse in the process. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Dawn hissed. "True Conspirators put duty first." 

Hawk felt his fur begin to ruffle and he hurriedly turned towards the entrance, abandoning his nest. 

As he walked out of the den into the chilly clearing, Smoke fell into step beside him, and he relished the warmth of his sister's pelt against his. 

"Don't let the senior cats get to you," she murmured. 

Even with that simple phrase, it felt better coming from his soft-spoken sister. 

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At apprenticeship, each kit was given a role, attacker or hunter. They would focus mainly in that area, but they would still learn the other focus's skills, for example, hunters would learn basic fighting, and attackers would learn basic hunting. 

That was what Hawk was doing now: (attempting to) learn the hunting crouch. But it felt like all Dawn was saying slid in through one ear, and right out the other. 

"...And then tuck your tail in like this," she modeled, curling her tail behind her. "If it brushes against a leaf, or even so much as twitches, it'll give you away." 

Hawk tried. His tail sprang right back out. Dawn glared at him. 

Hawk hissed softly. The senior hunters and even Raven, another apprentice attacker, made it look so easy! But it wasn't. Even attacking was hard. And it didn't help that almost every cat including his fellow apprentices scorned him for it. 

"...Now you two put it into practice." Dawn was done with her demonstration. Hawk hadn't even caught half of it. 

"I want to see at least one piece of prey from each of you!" Roach called over his shoulder. Dawn and him were off to do hunting of their own. He wanted to call one of them back. But they wouldn't listen. He only had Raven. 

"Why can't you just pay attention?" Raven scoffed, bringing him back to reality. 

"I'm trying," he protested. Raven flicked him on the ear. "Well, try harder.," she urged. "It'll help you a lot." It would've been good advice if not for her mocking tone. 

"You can't do anything, can you? You can't even attack! Aren't hawks supposed to be good at fighting? They should change your name to Not-A-Hawk." Hawk could almost hear Dawn's voice up ahead: "That might not be such a bad idea." 

And with that, Raven stalked away, and Hawk was alone. He walked along the border with what he thought was ShadowClan, but couldn't remember. He tried to remember his sister's words: "Don't let them get to you." But they were faint now. 

He caught sight of a patrol on the ShadowClan side of the border. At the front was a silver-furred she-cat. Their eyes locked. "You'd better not be stealing prey." she hissed. 

Believe me, he thought, I can't even catch prey when it's not stealing.

So  that's it! I'm hoping for this one, to make a lot of smaller chapters instead of a few bigger ones. See you next time!