The icy wind whirled snow intoFireheart’s face as he struggled down the ravine toward the ThunderClan camp, the mouse he had just killed gripped firmly in his jaws2. The flakes3 were falling so thickly that he could scarcely see where he was going.
His mouth watered as the prey4-scent5 of mouse filled his nostrils6. He hadn’t eaten since the previous night, a grim sign of how scarce prey was in leaf-bare. Hunger clawed at his belly8, but Fireheart would not break the warrior9 code: The Clan1 must be fed first.
A glow of pride briefly10 drove off the chill from the snow that matted his flame-colored coat, as Fireheart remembered the battle that had taken place only three days before. He had joined the other ThunderClan warriors11 to help support WindClan when the moorland cats were attacked by the other two Clans12 in the forest. Many cats had been injured in that battle, so it was even more important for those who could still hunt to bring home prey.
As Fireheart pushed his way through the gorse tunnel leading into the camp, he dislodged snow from the spiky13 branches above, and he flicked15 his ears as the cold lumps fell on his head. The thorn trees around the camp gave some shelter from the wind, but the clearing in the center of the camp was deserted16; all the cats preferred to stay in their dens18 to keep warm when the snow lay this thick. Broken tree stumps19 and the branches of a fallen tree poked20 above the covering of snow. A single line of pawprints crossed from the apprentices22’ den17 to the bramble thicket23 where the kits24 were cared for. Seeing the trail, Fireheart could not help remembering that he was without an apprentice21 now, since Cinderpaw had been injured beside the Thunderpath.
Trotting26 across the snow into the heart of the camp, Fireheart dropped his mouse on the pile of fresh-kill near the bush where the warriors slept. The pile was pitifully small. Such prey as could be found was thin and scrawny, hardly a mouthful for a famished27 warrior. There would be no more plump mice until newleaf, and that was many moons away.
Fireheart was turning away, ready to go back on hunting duty, when a loud meow sounded behind him. He whirled around.
Shouldering his way out of the warriors’ den was the Clan deputy, Tigerclaw. “Fireheart!”
Fireheart padded through the snow toward him, respectfully lowering his head, but conscious that the huge tabby’s amber28 eyes burned into him. All his misgivings29 about Tigerclaw flooded through him again. The deputy was strong, respected, and an outstanding fighter, but Fireheart knew there was darkness in his heart.
“You don’t need to go out hunting again tonight,” Tigerclaw growled30 as Fireheart approached. “Bluestar has chosen you and Graystripe to go to the Gathering32.”
Fireheart’s ears twitched33 with excitement. It was an honor to accompany the Clan leader to the Gathering, where all four Clans met in peace at full moon.
“You had better eat now,” added the dark-coated deputy. “We leave at moonrise.” He began to stalk across the clearing toward the Highrock, where Bluestar, the Clan leader, had her den; then he paused and swiveled his massive head to look back at Fireheart. “Just make sure you remember which Clan you belong to at the Gathering,” he hissed34.
Fireheart felt his fur bristle35 as anger flared36 inside him. “What makes you say that?” he demanded boldly. “Do you think I would be disloyal to my own Clan?”
Tigerclaw turned to face him, and Fireheart tried hard not to flinch37 at the menace in the cat’s tensed shoulders. “I saw you in the last battle.” The deputy’s voice was a low growl31, and his ears were flattened38 against his head as he spat39, “I saw you let that RiverClan warrior escape.”
Fireheart winced40, his mind flashing back to the battle in the WindClan camp. What Tigerclaw said was true. Fireheart had allowed a RiverClan warrior to flee without a scratch, but not out of cowardice41 or disloyalty. The warrior had been Silverstream. Unknown to the rest of ThunderClan, Fireheart’s best friend, Graystripe, was in love with her, and Fireheart could not bring himself to wound her.
Fireheart had done his best to talk his friend out of visiting Silverstream—their relationship went against the warrior code and put both of them in grave danger. But Fireheart also knew that he would never betray Graystripe.
Besides, Tigerclaw had no right to accuse any cat of disloyalty. He had stood on the edge of the battle, watching while Fireheart fought for his life against another RiverClan warrior, and turned away instead of helping43 him. And that was not the worst accusation44 Fireheart could make against the deputy. He suspected Tigerclaw of murdering the former ThunderClan deputy, Redtail, and even planning to get rid of their leader herself.
“If you think I’m disloyal, tell Bluestar,” he meowed challengingly.
Tigerclaw drew back his lips in a snarl45 and dropped into a half crouch46, sliding out his long claws. “I don’t need to bother Bluestar,” he hissed. “I can deal with a kittypet like you.”
He stared at Fireheart for a moment longer. Fireheart realized with a jolt47 that there was a trace of fear as well as distrust in the blazing amber eyes. Tigerclaw wonders how much I know, he thought suddenly.
Fireheart’s friend Ravenpaw, Tigerclaw’s own apprentice, had witnessed the murder of Redtail. Tigerclaw had tried to kill him to keep him quiet, so Fireheart had taken him to live with Barley48, a loner who lived near a Twoleg farm on the other side of WindClan’s territory. Fireheart had tried to tell Ravenpaw’s story to Bluestar, but the Clan leader refused to believe that her brave deputy could be guilty of such a thing. As he glared at Tigerclaw, Fireheart’s frustration49 returned; he felt as if a tree had fallen and pinned him to the ground.
Without another word, Tigerclaw swung around and stalked away. As Fireheart watched him go, there was a rustling50 from inside the warriors’ den, and Graystripe poked his head out through the branches.
“What on earth are you doing?” he meowed. “Picking fights with Tigerclaw like that! He’ll turn you into crowfood!”
“No cat has the right to call me disloyal,” Fireheart argued.
Graystripe bent51 his head and gave his chest fur a couple of quick licks. “I’m sorry, Fireheart,” he muttered. “I know this is all because of me and Silverstream—”
“No, it isn’t,” Fireheart interrupted, “and you know it. Tigerclaw’s the problem, not you.” He shook himself, scattering52 snow from his coat. “Come on; let’s eat.”
Graystripe pushed the rest of the way out and bounded toward the pile of fresh-kill. Fireheart followed him, picked out a vole, and carried it back to the warriors’ den to eat. Graystripe crouched53 beside him, near the outer curtain of branches.
Whitestorm and a couple of other senior warriors were curled up asleep in the center of the bush, but otherwise the den was empty. Their sleeping bodies warmed the air, and barely any snow had penetrated54 the thick canopy55 of branches.
Fireheart took a mouthful of vole. The meat was tough and stringy, but he was so hungry that it tasted delicious. It was gone far too quickly, but it was better than nothing, and it would give him the strength he needed to travel to the Gathering.
When Graystripe had finished his meal in a few ravenous56 gulps57, the two cats lay close together, grooming58 each other’s cold fur. It was a relief to Fireheart to share tongues like this with Graystripe again, after the troubling time when it seemed that Graystripe’s love for Silverstream would destroy his friendship with Fireheart. Even though Fireheart still worried about his friend’s forbidden affair, since the battle he and Graystripe had rekindled59 their friendship so it was as close as before. They needed to trust each other if they were to survive the long season of leaf-bare, and even more than that, Fireheart knew he needed Graystripe’s support against Tigerclaw’s growing hostility60.
“I wonder what news we’ll hear tonight,” he murmured in his friend’s gray ear. “I hope RiverClan and ShadowClan have learned their lesson. WindClan won’t be driven out of their territory again.”
Graystripe shifted uncomfortably. “The battle wasn’t just greed for territory,” he pointed62 out. “Prey is even scarcer than usual—RiverClan are starving since the Twolegs moved into their territory.”
“I know.” Fireheart flicked his ears in reluctant sympathy, understanding that his friend would want to defend Silverstream’s Clan. “But forcing another Clan out of their territory isn’t the answer.”
Graystripe muttered agreement, and then fell silent. Fireheart knew how he must’ve felt. It was only a few moons since they had crossed the Thunderpath to find WindClan and to bring them home. Yet Graystripe was bound to sympathize with RiverClan too, because of his love for Silverstream. There were no easy answers. The shortage of prey would be a desperate problem for all four Clans, at least until leaf-bare relaxed its cruel grip on the forest.
Growing drowsy63 under the steady rasp of Graystripe’s tongue, Fireheart jumped at the rustle64 of branches outside the den. Tigerclaw entered, followed by Darkstripe and Longtail. All three of them glowered65 at Fireheart as they settled in a huddle66 closer to the center of the bush. Fireheart watched them through slitted eyes, wishing that he could make out their conversation. It was too easy to imagine they were plotting against him. Fireheart’s muscles tensed as he realized that he would never be safe within his own Clan while Tigerclaw’s treachery remained a secret.
“What’s the matter?” asked Graystripe, lifting his head.
Fireheart stretched, trying to relax again. “I don’t trust them,” he murmured, flicking67 his ears in the direction of Tigerclaw and the others.
“I don’t blame you,” meowed Graystripe. “If Tigerclaw ever found out about Silverstream…” He shuddered68.
Fireheart pressed closer to his side, comforting him, while his ears still strained to catch what Tigerclaw was saying. He thought he heard his own name, and was tempted69 to creep a little closer, but just then he caught Longtail’s eye.
“What are you staring at, kittypet?” hissed the tabby warrior. “ThunderClan only wants loyal cats.” Deliberately70 he turned his back on Fireheart.
Fireheart sprang to his paws at once. “And who gave you the right to question our loyalty42?” he spat.
Longtail ignored him.
“That does it!” Fireheart mewed in a fierce undertone to Graystripe. “It’s obvious that Tigerclaw is spreading rumors71 about me.”
“But what can you do?” Graystripe sounded resigned to the deputy’s hostility.
“I want to talk to Ravenpaw again,” Fireheart meowed. “He might remember something else about the battle, something I could use to convince Bluestar.”
“But Ravenpaw lives at the Twoleg farm now. You’d have to go all the way across WindClan territory. How would you explain being out of the camp for so long? It would only make Tigerclaw’s lies seem like the truth.”
Fireheart knew he was willing to take that risk. He had never asked Ravenpaw for any details about how Redtail had died in the battle against RiverClan all those moons ago. At the time it had seemed more important to get the apprentice out of Tigerclaw’s way.
Now he knew that he had to find out exactly what Ravenpaw saw. Because he was becoming more and more certain that his friend must know something that could prove just how dangerous Tigerclaw was to the Clan.
“I’ll go tonight,” Fireheart mewed softly. “After the Gathering, I’m going to slip away. If I bring back fresh-kill, I can say I’ve been hunting.”
“You’re taking a big risk,” mewed Graystripe, giving Fireheart’s ear a quick and affectionate lick. “But Tigerclaw is my problem too. If you’re determined72 to go, then I’m coming with you.”
The snow had stopped and the clouds had cleared away by the time the ThunderClan cats, Fireheart and Graystripe among them, left the camp and headed through the forest toward Fourtrees. The snow-covered ground seemed to glow in the white light of the full moon, and frost glittered on every twig73 and stone.
A breeze blew toward them, ruffling74 the surface of the snow and bearing the scent of many cats. Fireheart shivered with excitement. The territories of all four Clans met in the sacred hollow, and at every full moon a truce75 was declared for the Clans to gather beneath the four great oaks that stood in the center of the steep-sided clearing.
Fireheart fell in behind Bluestar, who had already dropped into a crouch to creep the last few tail-lengths to the top of the slope and peer down into the glade76. A rock reared up in the center of the clearing between the oaks, its jagged outline black against the snow. As Fireheart waited for Bluestar’s signal to move, he watched the other Clan cats greeting one another below. He could not help noticing the glares and raised hackles as WindClan faced the cats of RiverClan and ShadowClan. Clearly none of them had forgotten the recent battle; if it weren’t for the truce, they would be clawing one another’s fur.
Fireheart recognized Tallstar, the leader of WindClan, sitting near the Great Rock, with his deputy, Deadfoot, beside him. Not far away, Runningnose and Mudfur, the medicine cats of ShadowClan and RiverClan, sat side by side, gazing at the other cats with eyes that reflected the moon.
Beside Fireheart, Graystripe’s muscles were tense, and his yellow eyes glowed with excitement as he stared down into the glade. Following his gaze, Fireheart saw Silverstream emerge from the shadow, her beautiful black-and-silver coat rippling77 in the moonlight.
Fireheart suppressed a sigh. “If you’re going to talk to her, be careful who sees you,” he warned his friend.
“Don’t worry,” Graystripe meowed. His front paws kneaded the hard ground as he waited for the moment when he could be with the RiverClan cat again.
Fireheart glanced at Bluestar, expecting her to give the signal to descend78 into the clearing, but instead he saw Whitestorm pad up and crouch beside her in the snow. “Bluestar,” Fireheart heard the noble white warrior murmur61, “what are you going to say about Brokentail? Will you tell the other Clans that we’re sheltering him?”
Fireheart waited tensely for Bluestar’s answer. Brokentail had once been Brokenstar, leader of ShadowClan. He had murdered his own father, Raggedstar, and stolen kits from ThunderClan. In retaliation79, ThunderClan had helped Brokenstar’s own Clan to drive him out into the forest. Not long after, Brokenstar had led a band of rogue80 cats to attack the ThunderClan camp. In the battle, Yellowfang, the ThunderClan medicine cat, had scratched his eyes, and now Brokentail was a prisoner, blind and defeated. Even though the former leader had been stripped of his StarClan-given name, and was kept under close guard, Fireheart knew that the other Clans would expect ThunderClan to have killed him, or driven him out to die in the forest. They wouldn’t welcome the news that Brokentail was still alive.
Bluestar kept her gaze fixed81 on the cats in the clearing below. “I will say nothing,” she replied to Whitestorm. “It doesn’t concern the other Clans. Brokentail is ThunderClan’s responsibility now.”
“Brave words,” growled Tigerclaw from where he sat on the other side of Bluestar. “Or are we ashamed to admit what we’ve done?”
“ThunderClan has no need to be ashamed for showing mercy,” Bluestar retorted coolly. “But I see no reason to go looking for trouble.” Before Tigerclaw could protest, she sprang to her paws and faced the rest of the ThunderClan cats. “Listen,” she meowed. “No cat is to talk about the attack by the rogue cats, or mention Brokentail. These are matters for our Clan alone.”
She waited until meows of agreement came from the assembled cats. Then she flicked her tail to signal that the ThunderClan cats could join the other Clans below. She raced down through the bushes, with Tigerclaw just behind her, his huge paws scattering snow.
Fireheart bounded after them. As he slid out of the bushes into the clearing he saw that Tigerclaw had stopped close by, and was giving him a suspicious stare. “Graystripe,” Fireheart hissed quietly over his shoulder, “I don’t think you should go off with Silverstream tonight. Tigerclaw’s already—”
Fireheart suddenly realized that Graystripe was no longer beside him. Looking around, he saw his friend disappearing behind the Great Rock. A heartbeat or two later, Silverstream skirted around a group of ShadowClan cats and followed him.
Fireheart sighed. He glanced at Tigerclaw, wondering if the deputy had seen them go. But Tigerclaw had padded away to join Onewhisker from WindClan, and Fireheart let the fur lie flat on his shoulders again.
Pacing restlessly across the clearing, Fireheart found himself near a group of elders—Patchpelt from ThunderClan, and others he did not know, crouching82 beneath a glossy-leaved holly83 bush, where the snow did not lie so thickly. Keeping one eye out for Graystripe, Fireheart settled down to listen to their conversation.
“I remember a leaf-bare even worse than this.” It was an old black tom who spoke84, his muzzle85 turned to silver and his flank scarred from many a fight. He had the scent of WindClan on his short, patchy fur. “The river was frozen for more than three moons.”
“You’re right, Crowfur,” a tabby queen agreed. “And prey was scarcer, too, even for RiverClan.”
For a heartbeat Fireheart felt surprised that two elders from recently hostile Clans could talk calmly without spitting hatred86 at each other. But then, they were elders, he reflected. They must have seen many battles in their long lives.
“Young warriors today,” the old black cat added with a glance at Fireheart. “They don’t know what hardship is.”
Fireheart scuffled among the dead leaves under the bush and tried to look respectful. Patchpelt, crouched close to him, gave him a friendly flick14 with his tail.
“That must have been the season when Bluestar lost her kits,” recalled the ThunderClan elder. Fireheart pricked87 up his ears. He remembered Dappletail saying something once before about Bluestar’s kits, which were born just before she became Clan deputy. But he had never learned how many kits she had had, or how old they were when they died.
“And do you remember the thaw88 that leaf-bare?” Crowfur interrupted Fireheart’s thoughts, his eyes unfocused as he lost himself to his memories. “The river in the gorge89 rose nearly as far as the badger90 sets.”
Patchpelt shivered. “I remember it well. ThunderClan couldn’t cross the stream to come here for the Gathering.”
“Cats were drowned,” the RiverClan queen remembered sadly.
“Prey too,” Crowfur added. “The cats who survived nearly starved.”
“May StarClan grant it’s not so bad this season!” Patchpelt mewed fervently91.
Crowfur spat, “These young cats would never cope. We were tougher in those days.”
Fireheart could not help protesting. “We have strong warriors now—”
“Who asked your opinion?” growled the cranky old tom. “You’re hardly more than a kit25!”
“But we—” Fireheart broke off as the air was filled with a shrill92 yowl and all the cats fell silent. He turned his head to see four cats on top of the Great Rock, silhouettes93 in the silver moonlight.
“Shh!” hissed Patchpelt. “The meeting’s about to start.” He twitched his ears at Fireheart and purred softly, “Take no notice of Crowfur. He’d find fault with StarClan.”
Fireheart gave Patchpelt a grateful look, tucked his paws under him, and settled down to listen.
Tallstar, the WindClan leader, began by announcing how his cats were recovering after the recent battle against RiverClan and ShadowClan. “One of our elders has died,” he meowed, “but all our warriors will live—to fight another day,” he added meaningfully.
Nightstar flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes, while Crookedstar let out a threatening growl from deep in his throat.
Fireheart’s fur prickled. If the leaders started to fight, their cats would fight too. Had it ever happened at a Gathering? he wondered. Surely not even Nightstar, ShadowClan’s bold new leader, would risk the anger of StarClan by breaking the sacred truce!
As Fireheart apprehensively94 watched the bristling95 cats, Bluestar stepped forward. “This is good news, Tallstar,” she meowed smoothly96. “All of us should rejoice to hear that WindClan grows strong again.”
Her blue eyes glowed in the moonlight as she glanced at the leaders of ShadowClan and RiverClan. Nightstar turned away from her gaze, and Crookedstar dipped his head, his expression unreadable.
It had been ShadowClan, under Brokenstar’s cruel command, who had first driven WindClan away, so that they could extend their own hunting grounds. RiverClan had taken advantage of their exile to hunt in the deserted territory. But after Brokenstar’s exile, Bluestar had convinced the other leaders that the life of the forest depended on all four Clans, and that WindClan should return. Fireheart shivered as he remembered the long and difficult journey he had made with Graystripe to find WindClan and bring them home to their bleak97 upland territory.
That reminded him of how he meant to cross the uplands again to find Ravenpaw, and he shifted uneasily. He was not looking forward to the journey. At least WindClan are friendly toward ThunderClan, he thought. So we shouldn’t get attacked on the way.
“ThunderClan’s cats are also recovering,” Bluestar went on. “And since the last Gathering two of our apprentices have become warriors. They will now be known as Dustpelt and Sandstorm.”
Yowls of approval came up from the mass of cats below the Great Rock—mostly, Fireheart noticed, from ThunderClan and WindClan. He caught a glimpse of Sandstorm, sitting with her pale ginger98 head raised proudly.
The Gathering proceeded more peacefully now. Fireheart remembered the previous Gathering, when the leaders had accused one another of hunting outside their own territory, but no cat mentioned this now. A group of rogue cats, led by Brokentail, had been responsible, but the news that these rogues99 had attacked the ThunderClan camp, and had been soundly defeated, did not seem to have spread. Bluestar’s secret about blind Brokentail was safe.
When the meeting was over, Fireheart looked around for Graystripe. If they were going to see Ravenpaw, they needed to leave soon, while the other ThunderClan cats were still in the hollow, and would not notice which way they went.
Fireheart caught the eye of Swiftpaw, Longtail’s apprentice, sitting in the middle of a group of young cats from ShadowClan. Swiftpaw looked away guiltily. At any other time Fireheart might have called him over and told him to find his mentor100 for the journey home, but right now all he cared about was finding Graystripe immediately. He forgot Swiftpaw as soon as he saw his friend weaving his way toward him. There was no sign of Silverstream.
“There you are!” Graystripe called, his yellow eyes shining.
Fireheart could see that he had enjoyed the Gathering, though he doubted that his friend had listened to much of the talk. “Are you ready?” he meowed.
“To go and see Ravenpaw, you mean?”
“Not so loud!” Fireheart hissed, anxiously looking around.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Graystripe mewed, more softly. “I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. Still, anything to get Tigerclaw out of my fur—unless you’ve had a better idea?”
Fireheart shook his head. “This is the only way.”
The hollow was still full of cats, preparing to leave in four directions. No cat seemed to pay any attention to Fireheart and Graystripe until they had almost reached the slope that led to WindClan’s upland territory. Then a meow sounded behind them.
“Hey, Fireheart! Where are you going?”
It was Sandstorm.
“Er…” Fireheart shot a desperate glance at Graystripe. “We’re going the long way around,” he improvised101 quickly. “Mudclaw from WindClan told us about a warren of young rabbits just inside our territory. We thought we’d bring back some fresh-kill.” Suddenly alarmed by the thought that Sandstorm might offer to come with them, he added, “Tell Bluestar, will you, if she asks where we are?”
“Sure.” Sandstorm yawned, showing a mouthful of sharp white teeth. “I’ll think about you, dashing after rabbits, when I’m curled up in a nice warm nest!” She padded off with a flick of her tail.
Fireheart was relieved; he didn’t like lying to her. “Let’s go,” he meowed to Graystripe. “Before any other cat sees us.”
The two young warriors slid into the shelter of the bushes and crept up the slope. At the top, Fireheart paused for a moment, looking back to make sure they had not been followed. Then he and Graystripe bounded over the rim7 of the hollow and raced toward the moorland and, beyond that, the Twoleg farm.
This is the only way, Fireheart repeated to himself as he ran. He had to find out the truth. Not just for Redtail and Ravenpaw, but for the sake of the whole Clan. Tigerclaw had to be stopped…before he had the chance to kill again.
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