'The chosen one will know his path and the one outcast will turn black as the night sky,'
Hickorykit is outcast by all around him because he was born with only three legs, his fourth being only a round stump. The only times he's noticed it's when his brother laughs at his strange habits, like muttering to himself, being easily destracted and sobbing in his sleep. But inside, Hickorypaw is breaking, maddening, rotting, dying. His schizophrena threatens him with a black cat with a glowing red eye and glowing red scars across his chest.
Rowankit hated his brother from the moment he was born. The three-legged cat didn't deserve anything, couldn't do anything, wasn't worth anything. RiverClan agrees with him, and treats Hickorypaw like dirt, like a bug, like a disease.
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