CHAPTER 4
Ravenpaw staggered slightly. His right foreleg glistened2, wet with blood that flowed from the deep gash3 on his shoulder. “We m-met five RiverClan warriors5 beside the stream, not far from the Sunningrocks,” he went on shakily. “Oakheart was among them.”
“Oakheart!” Graypaw gasped6 beside Firepaw. “He is the deputy of RiverClan. He’s one of the greatest warriors in the forest. Lucky Ravenpaw! Wish it could have been me. I’d have really—” Graypaw was silenced by a fierce glance from the old gray tom who had first sensed Ravenpaw’s return.
Firepaw turned his attention back to Ravenpaw.
“Redtail warned Oakheart to keep his hunting parties out of ThunderClan territory. He said the next RiverClan warrior4 to be caught in ThunderClan territory would be killed, but Oak…Oakheart would not back down. He said his Cl-Clan had to be fed, whatever we threatened.” Ravenpaw paused to wheeze7 for breath. His wound was still bleeding heavily, and he stood awkwardly to keep the weight off his shoulder.
“That’s when the RiverClan cats attacked. It was hard to see what was happening. The fighting was vicious. I saw Oakheart had Redtail pinned to the ground, but then Redtail…” Suddenly Ravenpaw’s eyes rolled in his head and he lurched sideways. Half scrambling9, half falling, he slithered off the Highrock and collapsed10 on the ground below.
A ginger11 queen bounded toward him and crouched12 at his side. She licked his cheek briefly14 and called out, “Spottedleaf!”
Out of the fern-shaded corner trotted15 the pretty tortoiseshell Firepaw had noticed sitting beside Graypaw earlier. She hurried over to Ravenpaw and mewed for the queen to stand back. Then she used her small pink nose to roll the apprentice16 over so that she could take a good look at the wound. She glanced up and meowed, “It’s all right, Goldenflower, his wounds aren’t fatal. But I’ll need to fetch some cobwebs to stop the bleeding.”
As Spottedleaf sprinted17 back to her den8, the hushed silence in the clearing was broken by a mournful howl. All eyes turned to the direction it had come from.
A massive dark brown tabby staggered through the gorse tunnel. Between his sharp teeth the warrior held not prey18, but the lifeless body of another cat. He dragged the tattered19 creature into the center of the clearing.
Firepaw craned his neck and glimpsed a flash of bright ginger tail hanging limply in the dust.
Shock rippled20 through the Clan like a chill breeze. Beside Firepaw, Graypaw dropped into a crouch13 as grief swept over him. “Redtail!”
“How did this happen, Tigerclaw?” demanded Bluestar from her position on the Highrock.
Tigerclaw let the scruff of Redtail’s neck fall from his mouth. He looked steadily21 back at Bluestar. “He died with honor, struck down by Oakheart. I couldn’t save him, but I managed to take Oakheart’s life while he was still gloating over his victory.” Tigerclaw’s voice was strong and deep. “Redtail’s death was not in vain, for I doubt we’ll see RiverClan hunters in our territory again.”
Firepaw glanced at Graypaw. The apprentice’s eyes were dark with sadness.
After a moment’s pause, several of the cats moved forward to lick Redtail’s bedraggled fur. As they groomed22 they purred hushed phrases to the dead warrior.
Firepaw whispered into Graypaw’s ear, “What are they doing?”
Graypaw didn’t take his eyes off the dead cat as he replied. “His spirit may have left to join StarClan, but the Clan will share tongues with Redtail one last time.”
“StarClan?” Firepaw echoed.
“It’s the tribe of heavenly warriors that watches over all Clan cats. You can see them in Silverpelt.”
Firepaw looked confused, so Graypaw explained. “Silverpelt is that thick band of stars you see each night stretching across the sky. Each star is a StarClan warrior. Redtail will be among them tonight.”
Firepaw nodded, and Graypaw stepped forward to share tongues with his dead deputy.
Bluestar had remained silent while the first cats came to pay their respects to Redtail. Now she leaped down from the Highrock and walked slowly toward Redtail’s body. The other cats retreated and watched as their leader crouched down to share tongues with her old comrade one last time.
When she had finished she raised her head and spoke23. Her voice was low and thick with grief, and the Clan listened in silence. “Redtail was a brave warrior. His loyalty24 to ThunderClan could never be doubted. I always relied on his judgment25, for it bore witness to the needs of the Clan, and was never swayed by self-interest or pride. He would have made a fine leader.”
Then she lowered herself onto her belly26, her head bowed, her paws stretched neatly27 before her, and silently she grieved for her lost friend. Several other cats came and lay down beside her, their bowed heads and hunched28 backs echoing her mournful pose.
Firepaw watched. He had not known Redtail, but he couldn’t help feeling moved as he witnessed the Clan mourn.
Graypaw came and stood beside him again. “Dustpaw will be sad,” he remarked.
“Dustpaw?”
Firepaw glanced over at the small tom who squatted30 near Redtail’s body, staring unseeing at the ground. Firepaw looked past him to the Clan leader. “How long will Blusetar sit with him?” he asked.
“Probably the whole night,” replied Graypaw. “Redtail was her deputy for many, many moons. She won’t want to let him go too quickly. He was one of the best warriors. Not as big and powerful as Tigerclaw or Lionheart, but quick and clever.”
Firepaw looked at Tigerclaw, admiring the strength that swelled31 in his powerful muscles and broad head. His massive body showed signs of his warrior life. One of his ears was split into a deep vee shape, and a thick scar sliced the bridge of his nose.
Suddenly Tigerclaw stood up and stalked over to Ravenpaw. Spottedleaf was crouching32 beside Tigerclaw’s wounded apprentice, using her teeth and front paws to press wads of cobweb onto his shoulder wound.
Firepaw leaned toward Graypaw and asked, “What’s Spottedleaf doing?”
“Stopping the bleeding. It looked like a nasty cut. And Ravenpaw seemed really shaken up. He’s always been a bit jumpy, but I’ve never seen him this bad before. Let’s go and see if he’s woken up yet.”
They made their way through the grieving cats toward the spot where Ravenpaw lay and settled themselves a respectful distance away to wait until Tigerclaw had finished speaking.
“So, Spottedleaf.” Tigerclaw addressed the tortoiseshell with a confident meow. “How is he? Do you think you can save him? I’ve spent a lot of time training him up, and I don’t want my efforts to be wasted at the first battle.”
Spottedleaf didn’t look up from her patient as she replied. “Yes, a pity if, after all your valuable training, he dies in his first fight, eh?” Firepaw could hear a teasing purr in her soft mew.
“Will he live?” Tigerclaw demanded.
“Of course. He just needs to rest.”
Tigerclaw snorted and looked down at the motionless black shape. He jabbed Ravenpaw with one of his front claws. “Come on, then! Get up!”
Ravenpaw didn’t move.
“Too right!” replied Graypaw with feeling. “I know Iwouldn’t want to get into a fight with him!”
“Not so fast, Tigerclaw!” Spottedleaf placed her paw over Tigerclaw’s sharp talon34 and gently moved it away. “This apprentice needs to keep as still as possible until the cut has healed. We don’t want him opening his wound by jumping about trying to please you. Leave him alone.”
Firepaw found himself holding his breath as he waited for Tigerclaw’s reaction. He guessed that few cats dared to give orders to the warrior like that. The big tabby stiffened35, and seemed about to speak when Spottedleaf mewed teasingly, “Even youknow better than to argue with a medicine cat, Tigerclaw.”
Tigerclaw’s eyes flashed at the little tortoiseshell’s words. “I wouldn’t dare argue with you, dear Spottedleaf,” he purred. He turned to leave and caught sight of Graypaw and Firepaw. “Who’s this?” he asked Graypaw, towering above them.
“He’s the new apprentice,” Graypaw mewed.
“He smells like a kittypet!” snorted the warrior.
“I wasa house cat,” Firepaw meowed boldly, “but I am going to train to be a warrior.”
Tigerclaw looked at him with sudden interest. “Ah, yes. Now I remember. Bluestar mentioned that she had stumbled across some stray kittypet. So she’s actually going to try you out, is she?”
Firepaw sat up very straight, anxious to impress this distinguished36 Clan warrior. “That’s right,” he mewed respectfully.
Tigerclaw eyed him thoughtfully. “Then I shall watch your progress with interest.”
“I don’t think Tigerclaw likesany apprentices38!” whispered Graypaw.
“Hi, there,” Firepaw began, about to introduce himself.
“Go away, both of you!” Spottedleaf protested. “How am I meant to help this cat with all these interruptions!” She impatiently flicked43 her tail at Graypaw and Firepaw and pushed her way between them and her patient.
“Come on then, Firepaw,” mewed Graypaw. “I’ll show you around. See you later, Ravenpaw.”
The two cats left Spottedleaf with Ravenpaw and walked across the clearing.
Graypaw looked thoughtful. He was clearly taking his duties as a guide very seriously. “You know the Highrock already,” he began, flicking46 his tail toward the big, smooth rock. “Bluestar always addresses the Clan from there. Her den is down there.” He lifted his nose toward a hollow in the side of the Highrock. “Her den was carved out many moons ago by an ancient stream.” Hanging lichen47 draped the entrance, sheltering the leader’s nest from wind and rain.
“The warriors sleep over here,” Graypaw went on.
Firepaw followed him to a large bush a few paces away from the Highrock. There was a clear view from here right down to the gorse entrance into the camp. The branches of the bush hung low, but Firepaw could see a sheltered space inside where the warriors made their nests.
“The senior warriors sleep nearest the center, where it’s warmest,” explained Graypaw. “They usually share their fresh-kill together over by that clump48 of nettles49. The younger warriors eat nearby. Sometimes they are invited to join the senior warriors for eating, which is a big honor.”
“What about the other Clan cats?” Firepaw asked, fascinated but feeling rather overwhelmed by all the traditions and rituals of Clan life.
“Well, the queens share warrior quarters when they work as warriors, but when they are expecting kits50, or nursing them, they stay in a nest near the nursery. The elders have their own place on the other side of the clearing. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Firepaw trotted after Graypaw, across the clearing, and past the shadowy corner where Spottedleaf had her den. They stopped beside a fallen tree that sheltered a patch of lush grass. Crouched among the soft greenery were four elderly cats tucking into a plump young rabbit.
“Dustpaw and Sandpaw would have brought them that,” whispered Graypaw. “One of the apprentices’ duties is catching51 fresh-kill for the elders.”
“Hello, youngster,” one of the elders greeted Graypaw.
“Hello, Smallear,” mewed Graypaw, nodding respectfully.
“This must be our new apprentice. Firepaw, isn’t it?” meowed a second tom. His patchy fur was dark brown, and there was only a stump52 where his tail should have been.
“That’s right,” Firepaw replied, copying Graypaw’s polite nod.
“I’m Halftail,” purred the brown tom. “Welcome to the Clan.”
“Have you two eaten?” meowed Smallear.
Firepaw and Graypaw both shook their heads.
“Well, there’s enough here. Dustpaw and Sandpaw are turning into fine hunters. Would you mind if these youngsters shared a mouse, One-eye?”
The pale gray queen who lay beside him shook her head. Firepaw noticed one of her eyes was clouded and sightless.
“What about you, Dappletail?”
The other elder, a tortoiseshell she-cat with a gray muzzle53, meowed in a voice cracked with age, “Of course not.”
“Thank you,” mewed Graypaw eagerly. He stepped forward and took a large mouse from the pile of prey, then dropped it at Firepaw’s feet. “You still not tasted mouse?” he asked.
“No,” Firepaw admitted. He suddenly felt excited by the warm smells that were rising from this piece of fresh-kill. His whole body quivered at the thought of sharing his first real food as a Clan member.
“In that case, you can have first bite. Just save me some!” Graypaw dipped his head and stood back to give Firepaw room.
Firepaw crouched down and took a large bite from the mouse. It was juicy and tender, and sang with the flavors of the forest.
“What do you think?” asked Graypaw.
“Fantastic!” mumbled Firepaw, his mouth still full.
“Move over then,” mewed Graypaw, stepping forward and bending his head to take a bite.
As the two apprentices shared the mouse, they listened to the elders talk among themselves.
“How long before Bluestar appoints a new deputy?” asked Smallear.
“What did you say, Smallear?” mewed One-eye.
“I think your hearing has become as poor as your eyesight!” snapped Smallear impatiently. “I said, how long before Bluestar appoints a new deputy?”
One-eye ignored Smallear’s irritated reply and spoke instead to the tortoiseshell queen. “Dappletail, do you remember the day many moons ago when Bluestar herself was appointed deputy?”
Dappletail mewed earnestly, “Oh, yes! It was not long after she lost her kits.”
“She’ll not be happy to be appointing a new deputy,” Smallear observed. “Redtail served her long and well. But she’ll need to make up her mind quickly. According to Clan custom, the choice has to be made before moonhigh after the death of the old deputy.”
“At least this time the choice is obvious,” meowed Halftail.
Firepaw raised his head and looked around the clearing. Who could Halftail mean? To Firepaw, all the warriors looked worthy54 of becoming deputy. Perhaps he meant Tigerclaw; after all, he had avenged55 Redtail’s death.
Tigerclaw was sitting not far off, his ears angled toward the elders’ conversation.
As Firepaw stretched with his tongue to lick the last traces of mouse from his whiskers, Bluestar’s voice called from the Highrock. Redtail’s body still lay in the clearing below, pale gray in the fading light. “A new deputy must be appointed,” she meowed. “But first, let us give thanks to StarClan for the life of Redtail. Tonight he sits with his fellow warriors among the stars.”
Silence fell as all the cats looked up into the sky, which was beginning to darken as evening crept over the forest.
“And now I shall name ThunderClan’s new deputy,” Bluestar continued. “I say these words before the body of Redtail, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice.”
Firepaw looked at Tigerclaw. He couldn’t help noticing the hunger in the big warrior’s amber eyes as he stared up at the Highrock.
“Lionheart,” meowed Bluestar, “will be the new deputy of ThunderClan.”
Firepaw was curious to see Tigerclaw’s reaction. But the dark warrior’s face revealed nothing as he moved to congratulate Lionheart with a nudge so hearty56 that it almost pushed the golden tabby off balance.
“Why didn’t she make Tigerclaw deputy?” Firepaw whispered to Graypaw.
“Probably because Lionheart has been a warrior longer, so he has a lot more experience,” Graypaw murmured back, still looking up at Bluestar.
Bluestar spoke again. “Redtail was also mentor to young Dustpaw. Since there must be no delay in the training of our apprentices, I shall appoint Dustpaw’s new mentor immediately. Darkstripe, you are ready for your first apprentice, so you will continue Dustpaw’s training. You had a fine mentor in Tigerclaw, and I expect you to pass on some of the excellent skills you were taught.”
The tabby warrior swelled with pride as he showed his acceptance with a solemn nod. He strode over to Dustpaw, bent57 his head, and rather awkwardly touched noses with his new apprentice. Dustpaw flicked his tail respectfully, but his eyes were still dull with grief for his lost mentor.
Bluestar raised her voice. “I shall keep a vigil with Redtail’s body tonight, before we bury him at sunrise.” She jumped down from the Highrock and walked over to lie beside Redtail’s body once more. Many of the other cats joined her, Dustpaw and Smallear among them.
“Should we sit with them too?” Firepaw suggested. He had to admit the idea didn’t appeal to him much. It had been a busy day and he was beginning to feel tired. All he wanted to do was find somewhere warm and dry to curl up and sleep.
Graypaw shook his head. “No, only those who were closest to Redtail will share his final night. I’ll show you where we sleep. The apprentices’ den is over here.”
Firepaw followed Graypaw to a thick bush of ferns that lay behind a mossy tree stump.
“All the apprentices share their fresh-kill by this stump,” Graypaw told him.
“How many apprentices are there?” Firepaw asked.
“Not as many as usual—just me, you, Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, and Sandpaw.”
As Graypaw and Firepaw settled themselves beside the tree stump, a young she-cat crawled out from beneath the ferns. Her coat was ginger, like Firepaw’s, but much paler, with barely visible stripes of darker fur.
“So here comes the new apprentice!” she meowed, narrowing her eyes.
“Hello,” Firepaw mewed.
The young cat sniffed59 rudely. “He smells like a kittypet! Don’t tell me I’m going to have to share my nest with that revolting stench!”
Firepaw felt rather taken aback. Since his fight with Longtail, all the cats had been quite friendly. Maybe they had just been distracted by Ravenpaw’s news, he thought.
“You’ll have to excuse Sandpaw,” apologized Graypaw. “I think she must have a furball stuck somewhere. She’s not usually this bad-tempered60.”
“Hold on, youngsters.” The deep voice of Whitestorm sounded behind the apprentices. “Sandpaw! As my apprentice, I expected you to be a little more welcoming to this newcomer.”
Sandpaw held up her head and looked defiant62. “I’m sorry, Whitestorm,” she purred, not sounding sorry at all. “I just didn’t expect to be training with a kittypet, that’s all!”
“I’m sure you’ll get used to it, Sandpaw,” meowed Whitestorm calmly. “Now, it’s getting late, and training starts early tomorrow. You three should get some sleep.” He gave Sandpaw a stern look, and she nodded obediently. As he walked off, she spun63 around and vanished into the clump of ferns, sniffing64 once more as she brushed past Firepaw.
With a flick42 of his tail, Graypaw invited Firepaw to follow him, and led the way after Sandpaw. Inside the sleeping area, the ground was lined with soft moss58, and the pale moonlight turned everything a delicate shade of green. The air was fragrant65 with fern scent66, and warmer than outside.
“Where do I sleep?” Firepaw asked.
“Anywhere, just so long as it’s not near me!” snarled67 Sandpaw, who was prodding68 some moss with her paw.
Graypaw and Firepaw exchanged glances, but said nothing. Firepaw raked together a pile of moss with his claws. When he had gathered his bed into a cozy69 nest, he circled until it was comfortable and settled down. His whole body felt drowsy70 with contentment. This was his home now. He was a member of ThunderClan.
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