CHAPTER 11
“Cinderpelt! What are you doing here?” Fireheart spun2 around to face the medicine cat. “Did you know about this?”
A pile of herbs lay between Cinderpelt’s paws. She lifted her chin defiantly3. “They needed my help. There was nothing for them in their camp but sickness.”
“So they came straight back!” Fireheart glared at her angrily. “Where did you find them?”
“Near Sunningrocks. I smelled their sickness when I was out collecting herbs yesterday. They were looking for a safe place to hide,” explained Cinderpelt.
“And you brought them here.” Fireheart snorted. “They probably only came back onto our land because they knew you’d take pity on them.” Cinderpelt’s concern for the ShadowClan cats had been obvious when they were in the ThunderClan camp. “Did you think you could treat them without any cat finding out?” Fireheart demanded. He couldn’t believe that Cinderpelt had exposed herself—and the rest of the Clan4—to such a risk.
Cinderpelt met his eyes, undaunted. “Don’t pretend you’re really angry with me. You felt just as sorry for them,” she reminded him. “You couldn’t have turned them away a second time either!”
Fireheart could see that she believed she had done the right thing, and he had to admit the truth in her words—he couldn’t deny he felt sorry for the sick cats, and had felt uncomfortable with Bluestar’s lack of compassion6. “Does Yellowfang know?” he asked, his anger fading.
“No, I don’t think so,” answered Cinderpelt.
“How sick are they?”
“They’re starting to recover.” Cinderpelt allowed a hint of satisfaction to enter her voice.
“I still smell sickness,” Fireheart meowed suspiciously.
“Well, they’re not completely cured yet. But they will be.”
Littlecloud’s voice rasped from the shadows behind him. “We’re getting better, thanks to Cinderpelt.”
Fireheart could hear that Littlecloud’s voice was already stronger than it had been in the ThunderClan camp, and the young warrior’s eyes shone brightly in the gloom. “They do sound better,” he admitted, turning back to the young medicine cat. “How did you do it? Yellowfang seemed to think this sickness was deadly.”
“I must have found the right combination of herbs and berries,” Cinderpelt replied happily. Fireheart noticed she spoke7 with a confidence he’d not heard in her for a while, and he recognized the spirit of the lively, strong-willed apprentice8 he had once trained.
“Well done!” he meowed. He thought instinctively9 of how Bluestar would relish10 the news that a ThunderClan cat might have found a cure for ShadowClan’s strange sickness. But then he remembered that Bluestar was not the leader she had once been. It wouldn’t be safe to tell her that Cinderpelt had been hiding ShadowClan cats in ThunderClan territory. Her judgment11 had been clouded by her obsession12 with the threat of attack.
Fireheart realized that as long as the ShadowClan cats remained here, they were in danger. He was afraid Bluestar would order them to be killed at once if she found out they were still on ThunderClan territory. “I’m sorry, Cinderpelt.” He shook his head. “These cats must leave. It’s not safe for them here.”
Cinderpelt flicked13 her tail in frustration14. “They’re too ill to return to their own camp yet. I might be able to heal them, but I’m no good as a hunter. They haven’t eaten properly for days.”
“I’ll catch them something now,” Fireheart offered. “It should give them enough strength to travel home.”
“But what about when we get back?” Whitethroat rasped from the shadows.
Fireheart couldn’t answer that, but he couldn’t risk their sickness finding its way into the ThunderClan camp. What if a ShadowClan patrol came into ThunderClan territory looking for their missing warriors15? “I’ll feed you; then you must go,” he repeated.
Littlecloud’s voice was hoarse16 and high-pitched as he pushed himself to a sitting position, his paws scrabbling on the hard earth. “Please don’t send us back! Nightstar is so weak. It’s as if the sickness takes a new life from him each day.Most of the Clan thinks he’s going to die.”
Fireheart frowned. “Surely he has plenty of lives left.”
“You haven’t seen how ill he is!” cried Whitethroat. “The Clan is scared. There’s no cat ready to take his place.”
“What about Cinderfur, your deputy?” asked Fireheart. The two ShadowClan cats looked away and didn’t answer. Did that mean that Cinderfur had died already, or that he was just too old to become a leader? Like Nightstar, Cinderfur had been an elder when Brokentail had been driven out. Fireheart felt his sympathy winning in spite of his better judgment. “Okay.” He sighed reluctantly. “You can stay here until you’re strong enough to travel.”
“Thank you, Fireheart,” Littlecloud meowed wheezily. His eyes glittered with gratitude17. Fireheart dipped his head, realizing how hard it must be for these proud ShadowClan warriors to admit they were dependent on another Clan.
He turned away and padded past Cinderpelt. She whispered as he passed, “Thanks, Fireheart. I knew you would understand why I took them in.” Her eyes brimmed with compassion. “I couldn’t let them die. Even…even if they were from another Clan.” And Fireheart knew she was thinking of Silverstream, the RiverClan queen she had not been able to save.
He licked her ear affectionately. “You are a true medicine cat,” he purred. “That’s why Yellowfang chose you as her apprentice.”
It didn’t take Fireheart long to catch a thrush and a rabbit for the ShadowClan cats. This part of the forest was rich inprey. He was careful not to stray across the RiverClan border, although it was tempting—the scent19 of prey18 was strong from there, and it had been a long time since Fireheart had tasted water vole. But he was pleased with the juicy rabbit he found beside Sunningrocks, and the thrush was an easy catch, too busy cracking open a snail20 to hear his stealthy approach.
Cinderpelt was crouched21 beside the ancient oak when he returned, chewing berries and spitting the pulp22 into her herb mixture. Fireheart nudged the fresh-kill into the root cave, but he didn’t enter. The stench of sickness made him wary23 of going inside.
He looked at Cinderpelt as she worked, feeling a sudden tingle24 of fear for the small cat. She must have entered the cave many times. “Are you okay?” he meowed quietly.
Cinderpelt looked up from her herbs. “Yes, I’m fine,” she replied. “And I’m glad you found out about these cats. I didn’t like keeping secrets from the Clan.”
Fireheart flicked his tail uneasily. “I think we should keep this to ourselves,” he told her.
Cinderpelt narrowed her eyes. “Aren’t you going to tell Bluestar?”
“Normally I would—” Fireheart began hesitantly.
“But she’s still not over the Tigerclaw thing,” Cinderpelt finished.
Fireheart sighed. “Sometimes I think she’s getting better, but then she’ll say something or…” He trailed away.
“Yellowfang says it will take time for her to recover,” mewed Cinderpelt.
“Then she’s noticed too?”
“To be honest,” Cinderpelt murmured regretfully, “I think most of the Clan has.”
“What are they saying?” Fireheart wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
“She has been a great leader for a long time. They are simply waiting for her to become like that again.” Cinderpelt’s reply soothed25 Fireheart. The Clan’s faith was moving, and should be trusted. Of course Bluestar would recover.
“Are you coming back with me?” he meowed.
“I have to finish up here.” Cinderpelt picked up another berry with her teeth and started to chew.
Fireheart felt strange as he walked away, leaving Cinderpelt alone with the two ShadowClan cats and a stench that made his fur creep. He wondered if he’d done the right thing by letting them stay.
Outside the ThunderClan camp, he sheltered beneath a leafy bush and gave himself a good wash. He screwed up his eyes at the stink26 of the sick ShadowClan cats. He wished he could wash away the taste with a drink from the stream behind the training hollow, but it had dried up days ago. He’d have to follow its course back toward the river if he were to find water, and it was time he returned, before his Clanmates started to wonder where he was. He would return to find Graystripe another day.
Sandstorm met him as he emerged from the gorse tunnel into the clearing. “Been hunting?” she asked.
“I don’t suppose you found any signs of Cloudpaw then,” Sandstorm meowed, apparently28 unconcerned by Fireheart’s admission.
“He’s not in camp?”
“He went out hunting first thing this morning.”
Fireheart knew she suspected the same as he did—that Cloudpaw was paying another visit to the Twolegs. “What should I do?”
“Why don’t we go and find him together?” suggested Sandstorm. “Perhaps if I talk to him too, we can make him see sense.”
Fireheart nodded gratefully. “It’s worth a try,” he agreed
He led the way through Tallpines, neither cat speaking as they ran lightly over the ground. The air was still, and the needles felt soft and cool beneath their paws. Fireheart was acutely aware that this trail was as familiar to him as the route to Fourtrees or Sunningrocks, but Sandstorm was more cautious, pausing every so often to sniff29 the air and check for scent markings.
As they padded out from the pine forest and into the green woods, Fireheart sensed that Sandstorm’s anxiety was building. He glanced at her and saw the tension in her shoulders as the line of Twoleg nests loomed30 ahead of them.
“Are you sure this is the way he would have come?” she whispered, looking nervously31 from side to side. A dog barked and Sandstorm’s fur bristled32.
“It’s okay, the dog won’t leave its garden,” Fireheart assured her, feeling uncomfortable that he knew things like this. Sandstorm had taunted33 him about his kittypet origins when he had first joined the Clan, and now that she accepted him so completely as a forest cat, he was reluctant to remind her that he had been born somewhere different.
“Don’t the Twolegs bring their dogs out here?” she asked.
“Sometimes,” Fireheart admitted. “But we’ll have plenty of warning. Twoleg dogs don’t exactly creep through the woods. You’ll hear them before you smell them, and their stench isn’t subtle.” He hoped his humor might help Sandstorm relax, but she remained as tense as ever.
“Come on,” he urged. “Cloudpaw’s scent is here.” He rubbed his cheek against a bramble stem. “Does it smell fresh to you?”
“Then I think we can guess where he was heading.” Fireheart padded around the bramble, relieved that at least the trail was leading them away from Princess’s garden. He had no desire for Sandstorm to meet his kittypet sister just yet. Since he had brought Cloudpaw to the camp, the Clan all knew that he visited her, but they had no real idea of the affection that bonded35 him to Princess, and he preferred to keep it that way. It was best to keep the other cats as certain as he was that his heart lay with the Clan, in spite of his friendship with his sister.
As they neared the fence that Cloudpaw had climbed the day before, Fireheart felt an ominous36 chill ripple37 through his pelt1. There were new scents38 here, as well as Cloudpaw’s. Something had changed. He led Sandstorm to the silver birch and she followed him lightly up the smooth trunk and into its branches. Fireheart could see her whiskers twitching39 as she sniffed the air.
Fireheart peered through the windows in the Twoleg nest. The space inside looked curiously40 dark and empty. He jumped as a door slammed, making a strange echoing bang like a thunderclap. He began to feel alarmed.
“What is it?” asked Sandstorm nervously as Fireheart leaped down to the fence, his tail fluffed up.
“There’s something strange going on. The nest is empty. Stay there,” he ordered. “I’m going to have a closer look.”
He crept across the garden, keeping low. As he neared the door to the Twoleg nest he heard pawsteps behind him. He spun around and saw Sandstorm, her face tense but determined41. He nodded at her, silently agreeing she could stay with him if she wanted, then turned toward the door again.
Just then, the loud rumble42 of a monster started up. Fireheart slipped down the passage that skirted one side of the nest. His fur bristled with fear, but he kept going until he had reached the end of the pathway. He peered out from the shadows to where bright sunshine flooded a treeless maze43 of Twoleg nests and pathways.
He felt Sandstorm panting at his side, her pelt lightly brushing his. “Look,” he hissed44. A gigantic monster, almost as big as a Twoleg nest, stood on the Thunderpath. The deafening45 growl46 was coming from the belly47 of the monster.
Both cats flinched48 as another door to the nest clattered49 shut just around the corner from them. Fireheart saw a Twoleg walking toward the monster with something swinging from its hand. It looked like a den5 woven from brittle50 dead stems. Through the hard mesh51 at one end of the den, Fireheart could see a soft white pelt. He peered closer, and felt his heart lurch52 as he recognized the face behind the mesh, its eyes stretched wide with terror.
It was Cloudpaw!
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clan
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warriors
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prey
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