CHAPTER 12
Firepaw peered over the browof a bush-covered slope. Graypaw and Ravenpaw crouched1 beside him. Next to them a group of ThunderClan elders, queens, and warriors4 waited in the undergrowth for Bluestar to give the signal.
Firepaw had not been to this place since his first journey with Lionheart and Tigerclaw. The steep-sided glade5 looked different now. The rich greenness of the woods had been bleached6 away by the cold light of the full moon, and the leaves on the trees glowed silver. At the bottom stood the large oaks that marked where the corner of each Clan2’s territory touched the other three.
The air was thick with the warm scents8 of cats from the other Clans9. Firepaw could see them quite clearly in the moonlight, moving about below in the grassy10 clearing that lay between the four oaks. In the center of the clearing, a large, jagged rock rose from the forest floor like a broken tooth.
“There’s Crookedstar!” Graypaw hissed back. “RiverClan’s leader.”
“Where?” Firepaw mewed, nudging Graypaw impatiently.
“That light-colored tabby, beside the Great Rock.”
Firepaw followed Graypaw’s nod and saw a huge tom, even bigger than Lionheart, sitting at the center of the clearing. His striped coat shone pale in the moonlight. Even from this distance, his old face showed the signs of a harsh life, and his mouth looked twisted, as if it had once been broken and had healed badly.
“Hey!” mewed Graypaw. “Did you see Sandpaw spit when I told her I hoped she had a nice evening at home?”
“You bet!” Firepaw purred.
Ravenpaw interrupted them with a muffled12 growl13. “Look! There’s Brokenstar—ShadowClan’s leader,” he hissed.
Firepaw looked down at the dark brown tabby. His fur was unusually long and his face was broad and flattened14. There was a stillness in the way he sat and stared around him that made Firepaw’s fur prickle uncomfortably.
“He looks pretty nasty,” Firepaw muttered.
“Yeah,” agreed Graypaw. “He’s certainly got a reputation among all the Clans for not suffering fools gladly. And he’s not been leader that long—four moons, ever since his father, Raggedstar, died.”
“What does the leader of WindClan look like?” Firepaw asked.
“Tallstar? I’ve never seen him, but I know he’s black and white with a very long tail,” answered Graypaw.
“Can you see him now?” asked Ravenpaw.
Graypaw peered down, searching the crowd of cats below. “Nope!”
Graypaw shook his head. “No.”
Lionheart’s meow sounded softly beside them. “The WindClan cats may just be late.”
“But what if they don’t turn up at all?” mewed Graypaw.
“Hush! We must all be patient. These are difficult times. Now keep quiet. Bluestar will give the signal to move soon,” Lionheart meowed quietly.
As he spoke15, Bluestar stood, and, holding her tail high, flicked16 it from one side to the other. Firepaw’s heart missed a beat as the ThunderClan cats rose as one and bounded through the bushes, down toward the meeting place. He raced alongside them, feeling the wind rush in his ears and his paws tingle17 with anticipation18.
The ThunderClan cats paused instinctively19 on the edge of the clearing, outside the boundary of the oaks. Bluestar sniffed20 the air. Then she nodded and the troop moved forward into the clearing.
Firepaw felt thrilled. The other cats looked even more impressive close up, milling about the Great Rock. A large white warrior3 strode past. Firepaw and Ravenpaw looked at him in awe21.
“Look at his paws!” Ravenpaw murmured.
Firepaw looked down and realized the huge paws of this great tom were jet black.
“It must be Blackfoot,” mewed Grewpaw. “ShadowClan’s new deputy.”
Blackfoot stalked over to Brokenstar and sat down beside him. The ShadowClan leader acknowledged him with a twitch22 of one ear, but said nothing.
“When does the meeting begin?” Ravenpaw asked Whitestorm.
“Be patient, Ravenpaw,” he answered. “The sky is clear tonight, so we have plenty of time.”
Lionheart leaned over and added, “We warriors like to spend a little time boasting about our victories, while the elders swap23 tales about the ancient days before the Twolegs came here.” All three apprentices25 looked up at him and saw his whiskers twitch mischievously26.
Dappletail, One-eye, and Smallear headed straight off toward a group of elderly cats who were settling themselves below one of the oak trees. Whitestorm and Lionheart strolled over to another pair of warriors whom Firepaw did not know. He sniffed the air and recognized their scent as RiverClan.
Bluestar’s voice sounded behind the three apprentices. “Don’t waste any of your time tonight,” she warned. “This is a good opportunity to meet your enemies. Listen to them; remember what they look like and how they behave. There is a great deal to be learned from these meetings.”
“And say little,” warned Tigerclaw. “Don’t give anything away that might be used against us once the moon has waned27.”
“Don’t worry; we won’t!” Firepaw promised hastily, looking into Tigerclaw’s eyes. The feeling that Tigerclaw didn’t trust his loyalty28 lingered with him still.
The two warriors nodded and moved on, and the apprentices were left alone. They looked at each other.
“What do we do now?” Firepaw asked.
“What they said,” replied Ravenpaw. “Listen.”
“And don’t say too much,” Graypaw added.
Firepaw nodded gravely. “I’m going to see where Tigerclaw went,” he mewed.
“Well, I’m going to find Lionheart,” mewed Graypaw. “You coming, Ravenpaw?”
“No, thanks,” Ravenpaw replied. “I’m going to find some of the other apprentices.”
He scented30 Tigerclaw easily and found him sitting at the center of a group of huge warriors, behind the Great Rock. Tigerclaw was speaking.
It was a tale Firepaw had heard many times at camp. Tigerclaw was describing his recent battle against the RiverClan hunting party. “I wrestled31 like a LionClan cat. Three warriors tried to hold me but I threw them off. I fought them until two lay knocked out and the other had run off into the forest like a kit32 crying for its mother.”
This time Tigerclaw didn’t mention killing33 Oakheart in vengeance34 for Redtail’s death. Perhaps it’s so he doesn’t offend the RiverClan warriors,Firepaw decided35.
Firepaw listened politely to the end of the story, but a familiar scent was distracting him. As soon as Tigerclaw had finished speaking, Firepaw turned and crept away toward the sweet smell, which was coming from a group of cats nearby.
He found Graypaw sitting among these cats, but that was not the scent he had been following. Sitting opposite Graypaw, between two RiverClan toms, was Spottedleaf. Firepaw glanced at her shyly and settled himself beside his friend.
“Still no scent of WindClan,” he mewed to Graypaw.
“The meeting hasn’t begun yet; they may still come,” replied his friend. “Look, there’s Runningnose. He’s the new ShadowClan medicine cat, apparently37.” He nodded toward a small gray-and-white cat at the center of the group.
“I can see why they call him Runningnose,” Firepaw remarked. The medicine cat’s nose was wet at the tip and encrusted around the edges.
“Yep,” replied Graypaw with a scornful growl. “I can’t see why they appointed him when he can’t even cure his own cold!”
Runningnose was telling the cats about a herb that medicine cats had used in the old days to cure kitten-cough. “Since the Twolegs came and filled the place with hard earth and strange flowers,” he complained in a high-pitched yowl, “the herb has disappeared, and kittens die needlessly in cold weather.”
The cats gathered around him yowled their disapproval38.
“It never would have happened in the time of the great Clan cats,” growled39 a black RiverClan queen.
“Indeed,” mewled a silver tabby. “The great cats would have killed any Twolegs that dared enter their territory. If TigerClan roamed this forest still, Twolegs would not have built this far into our land.”
Then Firepaw heard Spottedleaf’s quiet mew. “If TigerClan still roamed these forests, wewould hardly have made our territory here, either.”
“What’s TigerClan?” mewed a small voice beside them. Firepaw noticed a little tabby apprentice24 from one of the other Clans sitting beside him.
“TigerClan is one of the great cat Clans that used to roam the forest,” Graypaw explained quietly. “TigerClan is cats of the night, big as horses, with jet-black stripes. Then there is LionClan. They’re…” Graypaw hesitated, frowning as he tried to remember.
“Oh! I’ve heard of them,” mewed the tabby. “They were as big as TigerClan cats, with yellow fur and golden manes like rays of the sun.”
Graypaw nodded. “And then there is the other one, SpottyClan or something like that….”
“I suspect you’re thinking of LeopardClan, young Graypaw,” meowed a voice from behind them.
Lionheart shook his head in mock despair. “Don’t you youngsters know your history? LeopardClan are the swiftest cats, huge and golden, spotted36 with black pawprints. You can thank LeopardClan for the speed and hunting skills you now possess.”
“Thank them? Why?” asked the tabby.
Lionheart gazed down at the little apprentice and answered, “There is a trace of all the great cats in every cat today. We would not be night hunters without our TigerClan ancestors, and our love of the sun’s warmth comes from LionClan.” He paused. “You are a ShadowClan apprentice, aren’t you? How many moons are you?”
The tabby stared awkwardly down at the ground. “S-six moons,” he stammered41, not meeting Lionheart’s eye.
“Rather small for six moons,” Lionheart murmured. His tone was gentle, but his gaze was searching and serious.
“My mother was small too,” answered the tabby nervously42. He bowed his head and backed away, disappearing into the crowd of cats with a twitch of his light brown tail.
Lionheart turned to Firepaw and Graypaw. “Well, he might be small, but at least he was curious. If only you two showed as much interest in the stories your elders tell!”
“Sorry, Lionheart,” Firepaw and Graypaw mewed, exchanging doubtful glances.
Lionheart grunted43 good-naturedly. “Oh, go away, the pair of you! Next time I hope Bluestar decides to bring apprentices who appreciate what they hear.” And with a half-hearted growl he chased them away from the group.
“Come on,” purred Graypaw as they leaped away. “Let’s see where Ravenpaw’s gotten to.”
Ravenpaw was in the middle of a group of apprentices who were clamoring for him to tell them about the battle with RiverClan.
“Go on, Ravenpaw; tell us what happened!” called a pretty black-and-white she-cat.
“Come on, Ravenpaw!” insisted another.
Ravenpaw looked around and saw Firepaw and Graypaw at the edge of the crowd. Firepaw nodded encouragingly. Ravenpaw flicked his tail in acknowledgment and began his story.
He stumbled a bit at first, but as he continued, the tremor45 disappeared from his voice and his audience leaned in, their eyes growing wider.
“Fur was flying everywhere. Blood spattered the leaves of the bramble bushes, bright red against green. I’d just fought off a huge warrior and sent him squealing46 into the bushes when the ground shook, and I heard a warrior scream. It was Oakheart! Redtail raced past me, his mouth dripping blood and his fur torn. ‘Oakheart is dead!’ he howled. Then he rushed off to help Tigerclaw as he fought another warrior.”
“Who would have thought Ravenpaw was such a good storyteller,” Graypaw murmured to Firepaw, sounding impressed.
But Firepaw was thinking of something else. What was it Ravenpaw had said? That Redtailhad killed Oakheart? But according to Tigerclaw, Oakheart had killed Redtail and he, Tigerclaw, had killed Oakheart in revenge.
“If Redtail killed Oakheart, who killed Redtail?” Firepaw hissed to Graypaw.
“If who did what?” Graypaw echoed absentmindedly. He was only half listening to Firepaw.
Firepaw shook his head to clear it. Ravenpaw must have been mistaken, he thought. He must have meant Tigerclaw.
Ravenpaw was coming to the end of his story. “Finally, Redtail dragged the wailing47 cat off Tigerclaw by his tail and, with the strength of the whole of TigerClan, flung him into the bushes.”
A moving shadow caught Firepaw’s eye. He glanced around and saw Tigerclaw standing48 a short distance away. The warrior was watching Ravenpaw with an iron stare. Unaware49 of his mentor’s presence, Ravenpaw continued to answer question after question from his enthusiastic audience.
“What were Oakheart’s dying words?”
“Is it true that Oakheart had never lost a battle before?”
Ravenpaw replied promptly50, with his voice high and clear and his eyes shining. But when Firepaw glanced back at Tigerclaw, he saw a look of horror and then fury creep over the warrior’s face. Clearly Tigerclaw wasn’t enjoying Ravenpaw’s story at all.
Firepaw was just about to say something to Graypaw when a loud yowl signaled to all the cats for quiet. Firepaw couldn’t help feeling relieved as Ravenpaw fell silent at last, and Tigerclaw turned away.
Firepaw looked up to see where the yowl had come from. Three cats sat silhouetted51 against the moonlit sky on top of the Great Rock. They were Bluestar, Brokenstar, and Crookedstar.
The Clan leaders were about to begin the meeting. But where was the WindClan leader?
“Surely they won’t start the meeting without Tallstar?”
Firepaw hissed under his breath.
“I don’t know,” Graypaw muttered back.
“Haven’t you noticed? There isn’t a single WindClan cat here,” whispered a RiverClan apprentice on the other side of Firepaw.
Firepaw guessed that similar conversations were going on all around him. As the other cats were gathering52 beneath the Great Rock, an unsettled murmuring rumbled53 in their throats.
“We can’t start yet,” yowled one voice above the noise. “Where are the WindClan representatives? We must wait until all the Clans are present.”
On top of the rock, Bluestar stepped forward. Her gray fur glowed almost white in the moonlight. “Cats of all Clans, welcome,” she meowed in a clear voice. “It is true that WindClan is not present, but Brokenstar wishes to speak anyway.”
Brokenstar padded noiselessly up to stand beside Bluestar. He surveyed the crowd for a few moments, his orange eyes burning. Then he took a deep breath and began. “Friends, I come to speak to you tonight about the needs of ShadowClan—”
But he was interrupted by raised, impatient voices from below.
“Where is Tallstar?” cried one.
“Where are the WindClan warriors?” yowled another.
Brokenstar stretched up to his full height and lashed54 his tail from side to side. “As the leader of ShadowClan, it is my right to address you here!” he growled in a voice full of menace. The crowd fell into an uneasy silence. All around him, Firepaw could smell the acrid55 tang of fear.
Brokenstar yowled again. “We all know that the hard time of leaf-bare, and late newleaf, have left us with little prey56 in our hunting grounds. But we also know that WindClan, RiverClan, and ThunderClan lost many kits57 in the freezing weather that came so late this season. ShadowClan did not lose kits. We are hardened to the cold north wind. Our kits are stronger than yours from the moment they are born. And so we find ourselves with many mouths to feed, and too little prey to feed them.”
The crowd, still silent, listened anxiously.
“The needs of ShadowClan are simple. In order to survive, we must increase our hunting territory. That is why I insist that you allow ShadowClan warriors to hunt in your territories.”
“It is unprecedented61!” cried a tortoiseshell queen from RiverClan. “The Clans have never shared hunting rights!”
“Should ShadowClan be punished because our kits thrive?” yowled Brokenstar from the Great Rock. “Do you want us to watch our young starve? You mustshare what you have with us.”
“Must!”spat Smallear furiously from the back of the crowd.
“Must,” repeated Brokenstar. “WindClan failed to understand this. In the end, we were forced to drive them out of their territory.”
Snarls62 of outrage60 burst from the crowd, but Brokenstar’s caterwaul rang loud above them: “And, if we have to, we will drive you all from your hunting grounds in order to feed our hungry kits.”
There was instant silence. On the other side of the clearing, Firepaw heard a RiverClan apprentice start to mutter something, but he was quickly hushed by an elder.
Satisfied that he had every cat’s attention, Brokenstar continued. “Each year, the Twolegs spoil more of our territory. At least one Clan must remain strong, if all the Clans are to survive. ShadowClan thrives while you all struggle. And there may come a time when you will need us to protect you.”
“You doubt our strength?” hissed Tigerclaw. His pale eyes glared threateningly at the ShadowClan leader, and his powerful shoulders rippled with tension.
“I do not ask for your answer now.” Brokenstar ignored the warrior’s challenge. “You must each go away and consider my words. But bear this in mind: Would you prefer to share your prey, or be driven out and left homeless and starving?”
Warriors, elders, and apprentices looked at one another in disbelief. In the anxious pause that followed, Crookedstar stepped forward. “I have already agreed to allow ShadowClan some hunting rights in the river that runs through our territory,” he meowed quietly, gazing down on his Clan.
Horror and humiliation63 rippled through the RiverClan cats at their leader’s words.
“We were not consulted!” cried a grizzled silver tabby.
“I feel that this is best for our Clan. For all the Clans,” Crookedstar explained, his voice heavy with resignation. “There are plenty of fish in the river. It is better to share our prey than to spill blood fighting over it.”
“And what of ThunderClan?” Smallear croaked64. “Bluestar? Have you, too, agreed to this outrageous65 demand?”
Bluestar unwaveringly met the old cat’s gaze. “I have made no agreement with Brokenstar except that I shall discuss his proposal with my Clan after the Gathering.”
“Well, at least that’s something,” muttered Graypaw in Firepaw’s ear. “We’ll show them we’re not as soft as that yellow-bellied RiverClan.”
Brokenstar spoke up again, his rasping voice sounding arrogant66 and strong after Crookedstar’s surrender. “I also bring news that is important to the safety of your kits. A ShadowClan cat has turned rogue67 and spurned68 the warrior code. We chased her out of our camp, but we do not know where she is now. She looks a mangy old creature, but she has a bite like TigerClan.”
Firepaw’s fur bristled69. Could Brokenstar possibly be talking about Yellowfang? He pricked70 up his ears, curious to hear more.
“She is dangerous. I warn you—do not offer shelter to her. And”—Brokenstar paused dramatically—“until she is caught and killed, I urge you to keep a close eye on your kits.”
Firepaw knew from the nervous growl that rumbled in the throats of the ThunderClan cats that they, too, had thought of Yellowfang. The bold she-cat had done nothing to endear herself to her reluctant hosts, and Firepaw guessed it wouldn’t take much to drum up hatred71 against her—even the words of a despised enemy like Brokenstar would be enough.
The ShadowClan warriors began to push their way out of the throng72 of cats. Brokenstar leaped down from the rock, and his warriors immediately surrounded him and escorted him away from Fourtrees, back into ShadowClan territory. The remaining ShadowClan cats followed quickly behind, including the undersize tabby Lionheart had questioned earlier. But among the other ShadowClan apprentices, the tabby no longer looked unusually small—they all looked tiny and undernourished, more like kits of three or four moons than full-fledged apprentices.
“What do you think of all that?” Graypaw mewed in a low voice.
Ravenpaw bounded over before Firepaw could reply. “What’s going to happen now?” he wailed73, his fur fluffed up in alarm and his eyes wider than ever.
Firepaw didn’t answer. The elders of ThunderClan were gathering nearby, and he was straining to hear what they were saying.
“That must be Yellowfang he was talking about,” growled Smallear.
“Well, she did snap at Goldenflower’s youngest kit the other day,” murmured Speckletail darkly. She was the oldest nursery queen, and fiercely protective of all the kits.
“And we’ve left her behind, with the camp virtually unguarded!” wailed One-eye, who for once seemed to be having no trouble hearing everything.
“I tried to tell you she was a danger to us,” hissed Darkstripe. “Bluestar has to listen to reason now and get rid of her before she harms any of our young!”
Tigerclaw strode up to the group. “We must return to camp at once and deal with this rogue!” he yowled.
Firepaw didn’t stop to hear more. His mind was spinning. Loyal as he was to his Clan, he just couldn’t believe that Yellowfang would be a danger to kits. Frightened for the old she-cat, burning with questions only she could answer, he raced away from Graypaw and Ravenpaw without a word.
He charged up the hillside and pelted74 through the forest. Had he been mistaken about Yellowfang? If he warned her about the danger she was in, would he be risking his own position in ThunderClan? Whatever trouble he got himself into, he had to find out the truth from her before the other cats got back to the camp.
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