CHAPTER 9
“I’d go and see to Yellowfang, if I were you,”whispered Graypaw, as Longtail strode away. “She’s doesn’t look very happy.”
Firepaw glanced over at the old she-cat. She was still lying beside the Highrock. Graypaw was right; she was glaring at him.
“Well, here goes,” he mewed. “Wish me luck!”
“You’ll need the whole of StarClan on your side for this one,” answered Graypaw. “Call out if you need a hand. If she looks like she’s going to have you, I’ll sneak2 up behind her and whack3 her on the head with a stiff rabbit.”
Firepaw purred with amusement and trotted4 off toward Yellowfang. His cheerfulness quickly evaporated as he neared the injured queen.
The old cat was clearly in a terrible mood. She hissed6 a warning and showed her teeth. “Stop right there, kittypet!”
Firepaw sighed. It seemed he was in for a fight. He was still hungry and beginning to feel tired. He longed to curl up in his nest for an afternoon nap. The last thing he wanted was to argue with this pitiful clump8 of fur and teeth. “You can call me what you like,” he mewed wearily. “I’m just following Bluestar’s orders.”
She’s tired too, Firepaw thought. There was less fire in her voice, although her spite was as strong as ever.
“I used to live with Twolegs when I was a kitten,” Firepaw replied calmly.
“Your mother a kittypet? Your father a kittypet?”
“Yes, they were.” Firepaw looked down at the ground, feeling resentment10 burn inside him. It was bad enough that members of his own Clan1 still viewed him as an outsider. He certainly didn’t have to answer to this foul11-tempered prisoner.
Yellowfang seemed to take his silence as an invitation to go on. “Kittypet blood is not the same as warrior12 blood. Why don’t you run home to your Twolegs now instead of looking after me? It’s humiliating, being fussed over by a lowborn cat like you!”
Firepaw’s patience ran out. He snarled13, “You’d still feel humiliated14 if I werewarrior-born. You’d feel ashamed whether I was a precious she-cat from your own Clan or a wretched Twoleg that had picked you off the ground.” He lashed15 his tail from side to side. “It’s the fact that you need to rely on anycat that you find so humiliating!”
Yellowfang stared at him, her orange eyes very wide.
Firepaw carried on fiercely: “You’re just going to have to get used to being cared for until you are well enough to look after yourself, you spiteful old bone bag!”
Alarmed, Firepaw took a step toward her. The she-cat was trembling all over and her eyes had narrowed into tiny slits17. Was she having some kind of a fit?
“Look, I didn’t mean…” he began, before he suddenly realized that she was laughing!
Firepaw didn’t know what to do.
“You have spirit, kittypet,” Yellowfang croaked20, stopping at last. “Now, I’m tired and my leg hurts. I need sleep and something to put on this wound. Go and find that pretty little medicine cat of yours and ask her for some herbs. I think you’ll find a goldenrod poultice would help. And, while you’re at it, I wouldn’t mind a few poppy seeds to chew on. The pain is killing21 me!”
He had never been in this part of the camp before. With his ears pricked24, he padded through a cool green tunnel of ferns that led into a small grassy25 clearing. A tall rock stood at one side, split down the middle by a crack wide enough for a cat to make its den inside. Out of this opening trotted Spottedleaf. As usual, she looked bright-eyed and friendly, her dappled coat gleaming with a hundred shades of amber26 and brown.
Firepaw shyly mewed a greeting, and reeled off Yellowfang’s list of herbs and seeds.
“I’ve got most of those in my den,” replied Spottedleaf. “I’ll fetch some marigold leaves too. If she dresses her wound with that, it’ll keep off any infection. Wait here.”
“Thanks,” Firepaw mewed as the medicine cat disappeared back into her den. He strained his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of her inside. But the den was too dark to see anything; he could only hear the sound of rustling27 and smell the heady scents29 of unfamiliar30 herbs.
Spottedleaf emerged from the gloom and dropped a bundle folded in leaves by Firepaw’s feet. “Tell Yellowfang to go easy on the poppy seeds. I don’t want her to deaden the pain entirely31. A little pain can be useful, as it will help me judge how well she is healing.”
Firepaw nodded and picked up the herbs with his teeth. “Thanks, Spottedleaf!” he mewed through the mouthful of leaves, then headed back through the fern tunnel into the main clearing.
Tigerclaw was sitting outside the warriors32’ den, watching him closely. As Firepaw trotted over to Yellowfang, carrying the herbs, he could feel the amber-eyed stare burning the fur on the back of his neck. He turned his head and looked at Tigerclaw curiously33. The warrior narrowed his eyes and looked away.
Firepaw dropped the bundle beside Yellowfang.
“Good,” she meowed. “Now, before you leave me in peace, find me something to eat. I’m starving!”
The sun had risen three times since Yellowfang had entered the camp. Firepaw woke early and nudged Graypaw, who was still asleep beside him, his nose tucked under his thick tail. “Wake up,” Firepaw mewed. “Or you’ll be late for training.”
The black cat opened his eyes immediately and leaped to his feet. “What is it?” he mewed, looking around wildly.
Dustpaw and Sandpaw began to stir too, in their mossy nests on the far side of the den. Firepaw stood up and pushed his way out of the ferns.
The morning was warm. Firepaw could see a deep blue sky through the leaves and branches that overhung the camp. Today, however, a heavy dew glistened39 on the fern fronds40 and sparkled on the grass. Firepaw sniffed41 the air. Greenleaf was drawing to a close, and soon it would start to feel colder.
He lay down and rolled in the earth beside the tree stump42, stretching his legs and tipping his head back to rub it on the cool ground. Then he flipped43 over onto his side, and looked across the clearing to see if Yellowfang was awake yet.
She had been given a resting place at the other end of the fallen tree where the elders gathered to eat. Her nest lay tucked against its mossy trunk, out of hearing of the elders, but in full view of the warriors’ den across the clearing. Firepaw could just see a mound44 of pale gray fur, rising and falling in time to a gentle rumble45 of sleep.
Graypaw trotted out of the den behind him, followed by Sandpaw and Dustpaw. Ravenpaw appeared last, with a nervous glance around the clearing before he emerged fully46 into the open.
“Another day looking after that mangy old fleabag, eh, Firepaw?” mewed Dustpaw. “I bet you wish you were out training with us.”
Firepaw sat up and shook the dust from his fur. He wasn’t going to let himself get annoyed by Dustpaw’s taunts47.
“Don’t worry, Firepaw,” murmured Graypaw. “Bluestar will have you back in training before long.”
“Perhaps she thinks a kittypet is better off staying in camp, tending to the sick,” mewed Sandpaw rudely, tossing her sleek48 ginger49 head and throwing him a scornful look.
Firepaw decided50 to ignore her barbed comments. “What is Whitestorm teaching you today, Sandpaw?” he mewed.
“We’re doing battle training today. He’s going to teach me how a real warrior fights,” Sandpaw replied proudly.
“Lionheart’s taking me to the Great Sycamore,” mewed Graypaw, “to practice my climbing. I’d best go. He’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll come with you to the top of the ravine,” mewed Firepaw. “I have to catch breakfast for Yellowfang. Coming, Ravenpaw? Tigerclaw must have something planned for you.”
Ravenpaw sighed and nodded, then followed Graypaw and Firepaw as they trotted out of the camp. Even though his injury was completely healed, he still seemed to have little enthusiasm for warrior training.
“Here,” mewed Firepaw. He dropped a large mouse and a chaffinch onto the ground beside Yellowfang.
“About time,” she growled. The she-cat had still been sleeping when Firepaw had entered the camp after his hunting trip. But the smell of fresh-kill must have woken her, for now she had pulled herself into a sitting position.
She dropped her head and hungrily gulped51 down Firepaw’s offerings. She had developed a massive appetite as her strength returned. Her wound was healing well, but her temper remained as fierce and unpredictable as ever.
She finished her meal and complained, “The base of my tail itches53 like fury, but I can’t reach it. Give it a wash, will you?”
As he cracked the plump fleas57 between his teeth, he noticed a gang of small kits58 tumbling in the dusty earth nearby. They were mauling each other and play-fighting, sometimes quite viciously. Yellowfang, who had closed her eyes as Firepaw groomed59 her, half opened one eye to observe the kits as they played. To his surprise, Firepaw felt her spine60 stiffen61 beneath his teeth.
“Feel my teeth, Brokenstar!” mewed one small tabby. He leaped onto the back of a little gray-and-white kit7, who was pretending to be the ShadowClan leader. The two kits bundled toward the Highrock. Suddenly the gray-and-white kit gave a mighty65 heave and flung the tabby from his back. With a startled squeak63, the little tabby cannoned66 into Yellowfang’s side.
Instantly the old she-cat leaped to her feet, fur on end, spitting violently. “Stay away from me, you scrap67 of fur!” she hissed.
The tabby kit took one look at the furious cat, turned tail, and ran. He hid himself behind a tabby queen, who was staring furiously across the clearing at Yellowfang.
The gray-and-white kit froze where he stood. Then, paw by paw, he cautiously backed away toward the safety of the nursery.
Yellowfang’s reaction had shocked Firepaw. He thought he’d seen her at her most vicious when they fought after their first meeting, but her eyes burned with a new rage now. “I think the kits are finding it hard being confined to camp,” he mewed cautiously. “They’re getting restless.”
“I don’t care how restless they are,” growled Yellowfang. “Just keep them away from me!”
“Don’t you like kits?” Firepaw asked, curious in spite of himself. “Did you never have kits of your own?”
“Don’t you know medicine cats don’t have kits?” hissed Yellowfang furiously.
“But I heard you were a warrior before that,” Firepaw ventured.
“I have no kits!” Yellowfang spat68. She snatched her tail away from him and sat up. “Anyway”—her voice suddenly lowered, and she sounded almost wistful—“accidents seem to happen to kits when I’m around them.”
Her orange eyes clouded with emotion. She laid her chin flat on her forepaws and stared ahead. Firepaw watched her shoulders sink as she released a long, silent sigh.
Firepaw looked at her curiously. What could she mean? Was the old she-cat being serious? It was hard to tell; Yellowfang seemed to swing from mood to mood so quickly. He shrugged69 to himself and went on with the grooming70.
“There are a couple of ticks I couldn’t pull out,” he told her when he had finished.
“I should hope you didn’t even try, you idiot!” snapped Yellowfang. “I don’t want any tick heads embedded71 in my rear, thank you very much. Ask Spottedleaf for a little mouse bile to rub on them. A splash of that in their breathing holes and they’ll soon loosen their grip.”
“I’ll get some now!” Firepaw offered. He was glad of a chance to get away from the grumpy cat for a while. And it was certainly no hardship to go and see Spottedleaf again.
He walked toward the fern tunnel. Cats crossed the clearing around him, carrying sticks and twigs72 in their teeth. While he had been grooming Yellowfang, the camp had grown active. It had been like this every day since Bluestar had announced WindClan’s disappearance73. The queens were weaving twigs and leaves into a dense74 green wall around the sides of the nursery, making sure that the narrow entrance was the only way in and out of the bramble patch. Other cats were working at the edges of the camp, filling in any spaces in the thick undergrowth.
Even the elders were busy, scraping out a hole in the ground. Warriors filed steadily75 past, piling pieces of fresh-kill beside them, ready to be stored inside the newly dug hole. There was an air of quiet concentration, a determination to make the Clan as secure and well supplied as possible.
If ShadowClan made a move on their territory, ThunderClan would shelter inside the camp. They would not let themselves be driven from their hunting grounds as easily as WindClan had been.
Darkstripe, Longtail, Willowpelt, and Dustpaw were waiting silently at the camp entrance. Their eyes were fixed76 on the opening to the gorse tunnel. A patrol was just returning, dusty and paw-sore. As soon as the warriors entered the camp, Darkstripe and his companions approached and exchanged words with them. Then they slipped quickly out of the camp. ThunderClan’s borders were not being left unguarded for a moment.
Firepaw headed down the fern tunnel that led to Spottedleaf’s den. As he entered the clearing, he could see Spottedleaf was preparing some sweet-smelling herbs.
“Can I have some mouse bile for Yellowfang’s ticks?” Firepaw mewed.
“In a moment,” replied Spottedleaf, pawing two piles of herbs together and mixing the fragrant77 heap with one delicately extended claw.
“Busy?” Firepaw asked, settling down on a warm patch of earth.
“I want to be prepared for any casualties,” Spottedleaf murmured, glancing up at him with her clear amber eyes. Firepaw met her gaze for a moment, then looked away, an uncomfortable feeling prickling his fur. Spottedleaf turned her attention back to the herbs.
Firepaw waited, happy to sit quietly and watch her at work.
“Right,” she mewed at last. “What was it you wanted? Mouse bile?”
“Yes, please.” Firepaw stood up and stretched each back leg in turn. The sun had warmed his fur and made him feel sleepy.
Spottedleaf bounded into her den and brought something out. She held it gingerly in her mouth. It was a small wad of moss38 dangling78 on the end of a thin strip of bark. She passed it to Firepaw. He tasted her warm, sweet breath as he took the bark strip between his teeth.
“The moss is soaked in bile,” Spottedleaf explained. “Don’t get any in your mouth, or you’ll have a foul taste for days. Press it onto the ticks and then wash your paws—in a stream, not with your tongue!”
Firepaw nodded and trotted back to Yellowfang, feeling suddenly cheerful and tingling79 with energy.
“Hold still!” he mewed to the old she-cat. Carefully he used his forepaws to press the moss onto each tick.
“You may as well clear away my dirt now your paws are already foul!” she meowed when he had finished. “I’m going to take a nap.” She yawned, revealing her blackened and broken teeth. The warmth of the day was making her sleepy, too. “Then you can go and do whatever it is you apprentices81 do,” she murmured.
When Firepaw had cleared away Yellowfang’s dirt, he left her dozing82 and made his way to the gorse tunnel. He was keen to get to the stream and rinse83 his paws.
“Firepaw!” a voice called from the side of the clearing.
Firepaw turned. It was Halftail.
“Where are you off to?” meowed the old cat curiously. “You ought to be helping84 with the preparations.”
“I’ve just been putting mouse bile on Yellowfang’s ticks,” replied Firepaw.
Amusement flickered85 through Halftail’s whiskers. “So now you’re off to the nearest stream! Well, don’t come back without fresh-kill. We need as much as we can find.”
“Yes, Halftail,” Firepaw replied.
He made his way out of the camp and up the side of the ravine. He trotted down to the stream where he and Graypaw had hunted on the day he had found Yellowfang. Without hesitating he jumped down into the cold, clear water. It came up to his haunches, and wet his belly86 fur. The shock made him gasp87, and he shivered.
A rustle88 in the bushes above him made him look up, although the familiar scent28 that reached his nose told him there was nothing to be alarmed about.
“What are you doing in there?” Graypaw and Ravenpaw were standing89 looking at him as if he were mad.
“They’ve gone to join the next patrol,” answered Graypaw. “They ordered us to spend the rest of the afternoon hunting.”
“Halftail told me the same thing,” Firepaw mewed, flinching91 as a chilly92 current of water rushed around his paws. “Everyone’s busy back at camp. You’d think we were about to be attacked at any moment.” He climbed up onto the bank, dripping.
“Who says we won’t be?” mewed Ravenpaw, his eyes flicking93 from side to side as if he expected an enemy patrol to leap out of the bushes at any time.
Firepaw looked at the heap of fresh-kill that was piled beside the two apprentices. “Looks like you’ve done all right today,” he mewed.
“Yeah,” mewed Graypaw proudly. “And we’ve still got the rest of the afternoon to hunt. Do you want to join us?”
“You bet!” Firepaw purred. He gave himself a final shake, then bounded into the undergrowth after his friends.
Firepaw could tell that the cats back at camp were impressed with the amount of prey94 the three apprentices had managed to catch during their afternoon hunt. They were welcomed back with high tails and friendly nuzzles. It took them four journeys to carry their bumper95 catch to the storage hole the elders had dug.
Lionheart and Tigerclaw had just returned with their patrol as Firepaw, Graypaw, and Ravenpaw carried their last load into the camp.
“Well done, you three,” meowed Lionheart. “I hear you’ve been busy. The store is almost full. You might as well add that last lot to the pile of fresh-kill for tonight. And take some of it back to your den with you. You deserve a feast!”
“I hope you’ve not been neglecting Yellowfang with all this hunting, Firepaw,” Tigerclaw growled warningly.
Firepaw shook his head impatiently, eager to get away. He was starving. He had obeyed the warrior code this time and not eaten a morsel97 while he was hunting for the Clan. Nor had Graypaw or Ravenpaw.
They trotted away and dropped the last of their catch on the fresh-kill that already lay at the center of the clearing. Then each of them took a piece and carried it back to their tree stump. The den was empty.
“Where are Dustpaw and Sandpaw?” asked Ravenpaw.
“They must still be out on patrol,” Firepaw guessed.
“Good,” meowed Graypaw. “Peace and quiet.”
They ate their fill and lay back to wash. The cool evening air was welcome after the heat of the day.
“Hey! Guess what!” mewed Graypaw suddenly. “Ravenpaw managed to squeeze a compliment out of old Tigerclaw this morning!”
“Well,” Ravenpaw began shyly, looking at his paws, “I caught a crow.”
“How’d you manage that?” Firepaw mewed, impressed.
“It was an old one,” Ravenpaw admitted modestly.
“But it was huge,” added Graypaw. “Even Tigerclaw couldn’t find fault with that! He’s been in such a bad mood since Bluestar took you on as her apprentice80.” He licked his paw thoughtfully for a moment. “Hang on, make that since Lionheart was made deputy.”
“He’s just worried about ShadowClan, and the extra patrols,” mewed Ravenpaw, hastily. “You should try not to annoy him.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a loud yowl from the other side of the clearing.
“You wait here,” mewed Graypaw, leaping up. “I’ll take her something.”
“No, I’d better go,” Firepaw protested. “This is my punishment, not yours.”
“No one will notice,” argued Graypaw. “They’re all busy eating. You know me: quiet as a mouse, quick as a fish. Wait here.”
Firepaw sat down again, unable to hide his relief. He watched his friend trot5 away from the tree stump to the pile of fresh-kill.
As if he were carrying out orders, Graypaw confidently picked out two of the juiciest-looking mice. Quickly, he began to pad across the clearing toward Yellowfang.
“Stop, Graypaw!” A loud growl35 rumbled100 from the entrance to the warriors’ den. Tigerclaw strode out and marched over to Graypaw. “Where are you taking those mice?” he demanded.
With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Firepaw watched, helpless, from the tree stump. Beside him, Ravenpaw froze midchew and crouched over his meal with his eyes wider than ever.
Firepaw watched Graypaw study his paws for a moment. Finally he replied, “I, er, I was just feeling hungry. I was going to take them off and eat them by myself. If I let that pair get a look in”—he glanced at Firepaw and Ravenpaw—“they’ll leave me with nothing but bones and fur.”
“Oh, really?” mewed Tigerclaw. “Well, if you’re so hungry, you might as well eat them here and now!”
“But—” Graypaw began, looking up at the senior warrior in alarm.
“Now!” growled Tigerclaw.
Graypaw bent103 his head quickly and began to eat the mice. He demolished104 the first one in a couple of bites and swallowed it quickly. The second mouse took longer for him to eat. Firepaw thought he’d never manage to swallow it, and his own stomach clenched105 in sympathy, but eventually Graypaw gave a final, difficult gulp52 and the last bit of mouse disappeared.
“Better now?” asked Tigerclaw, his voice smooth with mock sympathy.
“Good.” Tigerclaw stalked off again, back to his den.
Graypaw slunk uncomfortably back to Firepaw and Ravenpaw.
“Thanks, Graypaw,” Firepaw mewed gratefully, nudging his friend’s soft fur. “That was quick thinking.”
The noise of Yellowfang’s yowl rose into the air once more. Firepaw sighed and got to his paws. He would make sure he took her enough to see her through the night. He wanted to turn in early. His stomach was full and his paws were tired.
“Are you okay, Graypaw?” he asked as he turned to leave.
“Mrr-ow-ow,” moaned Graypaw. He was hunched107 into a low crouch56, squinting108 with pain. “I’ve eaten too much!”
“Go and see Spottedleaf,” Firepaw suggested. “I’m sure she’ll find something to help.”
Firepaw wanted to watch him go, until another angry yowl from Yellowfang sent him sprinting110 across the clearing.
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mighty
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tingling
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belly
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traitor
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| （常指因寒冷、生病或愁苦）耸肩弓身的，伏首前倾的 | |
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