CHAPTER 1
Warm shafts1 of sun shine streamedthrough the canopy2 of leaves and flickered4 over Fireheart’s pelt6. He crouched7 lower, aware that his coat would be glowing amber8 among the lush green undergrowth.
Paw by paw, he crept beneath a fern. He could smell a pigeon. He moved slowly toward the mouthwatering scent9 until he could see the plump bird pecking among the ferns.
Fireheart flexed10 his claws, his paws itching11 with anticipation12. He was hungry after leading the dawn patrol and hunting all morning. This was the high season for prey13, a time for the Clan14 to grow fat on the forest’s bounty15. And although there had been little rain since the newleaf floods, the woods were rich with food. After stocking the fresh-kill pile back at camp, it was time for Fireheart to hunt for himself. He tensed his muscles, ready to leap.
Suddenly a second scent wafted17 toward him on the dry breeze. Fireheart opened his mouth, tipping his head to one side. The pigeon must have smelled it too, for its head shot up and it began to unfold its wings, but it was too late. A rush of white fur shot out from under some brambles. Fireheart stared in surprise as the cat pounced18 on the startled bird, pinning it to the ground with his front paws before finishing it off with a swift bite to the neck.
The delicious smell of fresh-kill filled Fireheart’s nostrils19. He stood up and padded out of the undergrowth toward the fluffy20 white tom. “Well caught, Cloudpaw,” he meowed. “I didn’t see you coming until it was too late.”
Fireheart felt his shoulders tense. Cloudpaw was his apprentice22 as well as his sister’s son. It was Fireheart’s responsibility to teach him the skills of a Clan warrior23 and how to respect the warrior code. The young tom was undeniably a good hunter, but Fireheart couldn’t help wishing that he would learn a little humility24. Deep down, he sometimes wondered if Cloudpaw would ever understand the importance of the warrior code, the moons-old traditions of loyalty25 and ritual that had been passed down through generations of cats in the forest.
But Cloudpaw had been born in Twolegplace to Fireheart’s kittypet sister, Princess, and brought to ThunderClan by Fireheart as a tiny kit26. Fireheart knew from his own bitter experience that Clan cats had no respect for kittypets. Fireheart had spent his first six moons living with Twolegs, and there were cats in his Clan that would never let him forget the fact that he was not forest-born. He twitched27 his ears impatiently. He knew he did everything he could to prove his loyalty to the Clan, but his stubborn apprentice was a different matter. If Cloudpaw was going to win any sympathy from his Clanmates, he was going to have to lose some of his arrogance28.
“It’s just as well you’re so quick,” Fireheart pointed29 out. “You were upwind. I could smellyou, even if I couldn’t see you. And so could the bird.”
Cloudpaw’s long snowy fur bristled30 and he snapped back, “I knowI was upwind! But I could tell this dumb dove wasn’t going to be hard to catch whether he smelled me or not.”
The young cat stared defiantly31 into Fireheart’s eyes, and Fireheart felt his annoyance32 turning to anger. “It’s a pigeon, not a dove!” he spat33. “And a true warrior shows more respect for the prey that feeds his Clan.”
“Yeah, right!” retorted Cloudpaw. “I didn’t see Thornpaw show much respect for that squirrel he dragged back to camp yesterday. He said it was so dopey, a kit could have caught it.”
“I’m faster than Brightpaw and stronger than Thornpaw,” Cloudpaw spat back. “What more do you want?”
“Your denmates would know that a warrior never attacks with the wind behind him!” Fireheart knew he shouldn’t let himself be drawn39 into an argument, but his apprentice’s stubbornness infuriated him like a tick on his ear.
“Big deal. You might have been downwind like a good warrior, but Igot to the pigeon first!” Cloudpaw raised his voice in an angry yowl.
“Be quiet,” Fireheart hissed40, suddenly distracted. He lifted his head and sniffed41 the air. The forest seemed strangely silent, and Cloudpaw’s loud meows were echoing too loudly through the trees.
“What’s the matter?” Cloudpaw glanced around. “I can’t smell anything.”
“Neither can I,” Fireheart admitted.
“So what are you worried about?”
“Tigerclaw,” Fireheart answered bluntly. The dark warrior had been prowling through his dreams since Bluestar had banished43 him from the Clan a quarter moon ago. Tigerclaw had tried to kill the ThunderClan leader, but Fireheart had stopped him and exposed his long-hidden treachery to the whole Clan. There had been no sign of Tigerclaw since, but Fireheart felt icy claws of fear pricking44 at his heart now as he listened to the stillness of the forest. It seemed to be listening too, holding its breath, and Tigerclaw’s parting words echoed in Fireheart’s mind: Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked45. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I’ll find you, and then you’ll be crowfood
Cloudpaw’s mew broke the silence. “What would Tigerclaw be doing around here?” he scoffed46. “Bluestar exiled him!”
“I know,” Fireheart agreed. “And only StarClan knows where he went. But Tigerclaw made it clear that we’d not seen the last of him!”
“Well, you should be!” hissed Fireheart. “Tigerclaw knows these woods as well as any cat in ThunderClan. He’d tear you to shreds48 if he got the chance.”
Cloudpaw snorted and circled his catch impatiently. “You’ve been no fun since Bluestar made you deputy. I’m not hanging around if you’re just going to waste the morning trying to scare me with nursery tales. I’m meant to be hunting for the Clan elders.” And he dashed away into the brambles, leaving the lifeless pigeon lying on the earth.
“Cloudpaw, come back!” Fireheart yowled furiously. Then he shook his head. “Let Tigerclaw have the young mouse-brained idiot!” he muttered to himself.
Lashing49 his tail, he snatched up the pigeon and wondered whether to carry it back to camp for Cloudpaw. A warrior should be responsible for his own fresh-kill, he concluded, and tossed the pigeon into a thick clump50 of grass. He padded after it and flattened51 down the green stalks to cover the fat bird, wishing he could be sure that Cloudpaw would return and take it back with the rest of his catch to the hungry elders. If he doesn’t bring it home with him, he can go hungry until he does,Fireheart decided52. His apprentice had to learn that even in greenleaf, prey should never be wasted.
The sun rose higher, scorching53 the earth and sucking moisture from the leaves on the trees. Fireheart pricked his ears. The forest was still eerily54 quiet, as if its creatures were hiding till the evening shade brought relief from another day of glaring heat. The stillness unnerved him, and a flicker5 of doubt tugged55 at his belly56. Perhaps he should go and find Cloudpaw after all.
You tried to warn him about Tigerclaw!Fireheart could almost hear the familiar voice of his best friend, Graystripe, echoing in his head, and he winced57 as bittersweet memories flooded through him. It was exactly the sort of thing the former ThunderClan warrior would say to him right now. They had trained together as apprentices58 and fought beside each other until love and tragedy had torn them apart. Graystripe had fallen in love with a she-cat from another Clan, but if Silverstream had not died in her kitting, perhaps Graystripe would have stayed with ThunderClan. Once more Fireheart remembered Graystripe carrying his two kits59 into RiverClan territory, taking them to join their dead mother’s Clan. Fireheart’s shoulders sagged60. He missed the companionship of Graystripe and still silently shared words with him almost every day. He knew his old friend so well, it was always easy to imagine what Graystripe would say in reply.
Fireheart shook away the memories with a flick3 of his ears. It was time he got back to camp. He was the deputy of ThunderClan now, and there were hunting parties and patrols to organize. Cloudpaw would have to manage alone.
The ground was dry underpaw as Fireheart raced through the woods to the top of the ravine where the camp lay. He hesitated for a moment and enjoyed the surge of pride and affection he always felt as he approached his forest home. Even though he had spent his kithood in Twolegplace, he had known since the first time he had ventured into the forest that this was where he truly belonged.
Below him, the ThunderClan camp was well hidden by thick brambles. Bounding down the steep slope, Fireheart followed the well-worn path to the gorse tunnel that led into the camp.
The pale gray queen, Willowpelt, lay at the entrance to the nursery, warming her swollen62 belly in the morning sun. Until recently she had shared the warriors63’ den16. Now she lived in the nursery with the other queens while she waited for her first litter to be born.
Beside her, Brindleface affectionately watched her two kits as they tussled on the hard earth, scuffing64 up small clouds of dust. They had been Cloudpaw’s adopted littermates. When Fireheart had brought his sister’s firstborn into the Clan, Brindleface had agreed to suckle the helpless kit. Cloudpaw had recently been made an apprentice, and it would not be long before Brindleface’s own kits were ready to leave the nursery too.
A murmur65 of voices drew Fireheart’s gaze toward the Highrock, which stood at the head of the clearing. A group of warriors was gathered in the shadows beneath the rock on which Bluestar, the leader of ThunderClan, normally stood to address her Clan. Fireheart recognized Darkstripe’s tabby pelt, the lithe66 shape of Runningwind, and Whitestorm’s snowy head among them.
As Fireheart padded silently across the baked earth, Darkstripe’s querulous meow sounded above the other voices. “So who’s going to lead the patrol at sunhigh?”
“Fireheart will decide when he returns from hunting,” Whitestorm answered calmly. The elderly warrior was clearly reluctant to be stirred by Darkstripe’s hostile tone.
“He should be back by now,” complained Dustpelt, a brown tabby who had been an apprentice at the same time as Fireheart.
“I amback,” Fireheart announced. He shouldered his way through the warriors to sit down beside Whitestorm.
“Well, now that you’re here, are you going to tell us who’s going to lead the patrol at sunhigh?” meowed Darkstripe. The silver tabby turned a cold gaze on Fireheart.
Fireheart felt hot under his fur, in spite of the shade cast by the Highrock. Darkstripe had been closer to Tigerclaw than any other cat, and Fireheart couldn’t help wondering about the depth of his loyalty, even though Darkstripe had chosen to stay when his former ally was exiled. “Longtail will lead the patrol,” Fireheart meowed.
Slowly Darkstripe switched his gaze from Fireheart to Whitestorm, his whiskers twitching67 and his eyes glittering with scorn. Fireheart swallowed nervously68, wondering if he had said something stupid.
“Er, Longtail’s out with his apprentice,” explained Runningwind, looking awkward. “He and Swiftpaw won’t be back till evening, remember?” Beside him, Dustpelt snorted scornfully
Fireheart gritted69 his teeth. I should have known that!“Runningwind, then. You can take Brackenfur and Dustpelt with you.”
“Brackenfur’ll never keep up with us,” meowed Dustpelt. “He’s still limping from the battle with the rogue70 cats.”
“Okay, okay.” Fireheart tried to disguise his mounting agitation71, but he couldn’t help feeling he was just plucking names at random72 as he ordered, “Brackenfur can go hunting with Mousefur and…and…”
“I’d like to hunt with them,” Sandstorm offered.
Fireheart blinked gratefully at the orange she-cat and went on. “…and Sandstorm.”
“What about the patrol? It’ll be past sunhigh if we don’t decide soon!” meowed Darkstripe.
“You can join Runningwind on patrol,” snapped Fireheart.
“And the evening patrol?” Mousefur asked mildly. Fireheart stared back at the dusky brown she-cat, his mind suddenly blank.
Whitestorm’s rusty73 mew sounded beside Fireheart. “I’d like to lead the evening patrol,” he meowed. “Do you think Swiftpaw and Longtail would like to come with me when they return?”
“Yes, of course.” Fireheart looked around the circle of eyes and was relieved to see that they all seemed satisfied.
The cats moved away, leaving Fireheart alone with Whitestorm. “Thanks,” he meowed, dipping his head to the old warrior. “I guess I should have planned the patrols before now.”
“It’ll get easier,” Whitestorm reassured74 him. “We have all grown used to Tigerclaw telling us exactly what to do and when.”
Fireheart glanced away, his heart sinking.
“They’re also bound to be more edgy75 than usual,” Whitestorm went on. “Tigerclaw’s treachery has shaken the whole Clan.”
Fireheart looked at the white warrior and understood that Whitestorm was trying to encourage him. It was easy to forget that Tigerclaw’s actions had come as a massive shock to the rest of the Clan. Fireheart had known for a long time that Tigerclaw’s hunger for power had driven him to murder and lies. But the other cats had found it hard to believe that the fearless warrior would turn against his own Clan. Whitestorm’s words reminded Fireheart that, even if he did not yet have Tigerclaw’s confident authority, he would never betray his Clan as Tigerclaw had done.
Whitestorm’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “I must go and see Brindleface. She said there was something she wanted to talk to me about.” He dipped his head. The warrior’s respectful gesture took Fireheart by surprise, and he nodded awkwardly in reply.
As he watched Whitestorm leave, Fireheart’s belly growled with hunger and he thought of the juicy pigeon Cloudpaw had caught. Whitestorm’s ginger-and-white apprentice, Brightpaw, sat outside the apprentices’ den, and Fireheart wondered if she’d brought the elders any fresh-kill. He padded over to the old tree stump76 where she was washing her tail. She lifted her head and mewed, “Hello, Fireheart.”
“Hi, Brightpaw. Been hunting?” Fireheart asked.
“Yes,” replied Brightpaw, her eyes shining. “It’s the first time Whitestorm’s let me out by myself.”
“Catch much?”
Brightpaw looked shyly at her paws. “Two sparrows and a squirrel.”
“Well done,” Fireheart purred. “I bet Whitestorm was pleased.”
Brightpaw nodded.
“Did you take it straight to the elders?”
“Yes.” Brightpaw’s eyes clouded with worry. “Was that okay?” she mewed anxiously.
“That was great,” Fireheart assured her. If only his own apprentice were so reliable. Cloudpaw should have been back by now. The elders would need more than two sparrows and a squirrel to fill their bellies77. He decided to visit them to check that they were not suffering too much from the greenleaf heat. As he approached the fallen oak where the elders made their den, voices drifted up from behind its bare branches.
“Willowpelt’s kits will be born soon.” That was Speckletail. She was the oldest queen in the nursery, and her single kit was weak and small for its age after a bout42 of whitecough.
“StarClan knows we could do with a good omen,” Smallear muttered darkly.
“You’re not still fretting78 about the ritual, are you?” croaked79 Patchpelt. Fireheart could imagine the old black-and-white tom flicking his ears impatiently at Smallear.
“The what?” meowed One-Eye.
“The naming ceremony for the new Clan deputy,” Patchpelt explained loudly. “You know, when Tigerclaw left, a quarter moon ago.”
“It’s my ears that don’t work as well as they used to, not my mind!” snapped One-Eye. She went on, and the other cats listened in silence because One-Eye was respected for her wisdom in spite of her bad temper. “I don’t think StarClan would punish us just because Bluestar failed to name the new deputy before moonhigh. The circumstances were very unusual.”
“But that just makes it worse!” fretted80 Dappletail. “What will StarClan think of a Clan whose deputy turns against it, and whose new deputy was named aftermoonhigh? It looks as if we can’t keep our cats loyal, or even carry out the proper ceremonies.”
Fireheart felt an icy ripple81 along his spine82. When Bluestar had learned about Tigerclaw’s treachery and banished him from the Clan, she had been too upset to carry out the proper rituals for appointing a new deputy. Fireheart had not been named as Tigerclaw’s successor until the following day, and to many cats this was a very bad omen.
“Fireheart’s naming broke with Clan ritual for the first time I can remember,” meowed Smallear in a grave tone. “I hate to say it, but I can’t help feeling that his deputyship will be a dark time for ThunderClan.”
Patchpelt mewed in agreement, and Fireheart felt his heart pound as he waited for One-Eye to calm the others’ fears with her wise words. But for once she remained silent. Above him the fierce sun continued to shine in a clear, blue sky, yet Fireheart felt chilled to the bone.
He turned away from the elders’ den, unable to face them now, and paced anxiously along the edge of the clearing. As he approached the nursery, Fireheart stared at the ground, lost in thought. A sudden movement outside the nursery entrance made him look up. He froze, and his heart began to pound as he recognized Tigerclaw’s amber eyes gleaming at him. Horrified83 by the familiar gaze, Fireheart blinked in alarm. Then he realized that it was not the fierce warrior he was looking at, but Bramblekit—Tigerclaw’s son.
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