“Keep well back,” Brackenfur warned. “Thisis a dangerous place.”
He and Fireheart, with their two apprentices2, were standing3 at the edge of the Thunderpath. Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw wrinkled their noses against its bitter smell.
“It doesn’t look dangerous to me,” meowed Bramblepaw. Tentatively he reached out one paw to place it on the dark, stony4 surface.
At the same moment, Fireheart felt the ground tremble with the roar of an approaching monster. “Get back!” he snarled5.
Bramblepaw leaped back into the safety of the verge6 as the monster flashed past, buffeting7 his fur with hot, stinking8 wind. He was quivering with shock.
Tawnypaw’s eyes were wide with astonishment10. “What wasthat?” she mewed.
“A monster,” Fireheart explained. “They carry Twolegs in their belly11. But they never leave the Thunderpath, so you’re quite safe—as long as you stay away from it.” He fixed12 Bramblepaw with a stern gaze. “When a warrior13 tells you to do something, you do it. Ask questions if you like, but afterward14.” Bramblepaw nodded, scuffling his paws. “Sorry, Fireheart.”
He was already recovering from the shock; Fireheart had to admit that many more experienced cats would have been terrified to find themselves so close to a monster. Since they had left camp that morning, Bramblepaw had shown himself to be brave, curious, and eager to learn.
Sandstorm, Graystripe, and Whitestorm had gone out on the dawn patrol, while Fireheart and Brackenfur gave their apprentices the tour of the territory. Fireheart had found himself moving with extra stealth along the once-familiar trails, haunted by shadows and afraid at any moment that he would come face-to-face with the dark presence in the forest
He had kept well away from Snakerocks, unwilling15 to risk that accursed place with two new apprentices. Soon, he knew, he would have to do something about the threat that lurked16 there, but he was waiting until Lostface was well enough to tell them exactly what had attacked her. And deep down Fireheart couldn’t help wondering if, even when they knew, his warriors17 would be able to deal with it.
“What’s over there?” Tawnypaw flicked18 her tail at the part of the forest on the other side of the Thunderpath.
“That’s ShadowClan territory,” Brackenfur told her. “Can you smell their scent20?”
A chill breeze was carrying the scent of ShadowClan toward them. Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw opened their mouths to taste it.
“We’ve smelled that before,” announced Tawnypaw.
“Oh?” Brackenfur shot a startled glance at Fireheart.
“When Darkstripe brought us to the border to meet our father,” explained Bramblepaw.
“I spotted21 them.” Fireheart wanted Brackenfur to know that this wasn’t news to him. “I suppose we can’t blame Tigerstar for wanting to see them,” he added, forcing himself to be charitable.
Brackenfur didn’t reply, but he looked faintly worried, as if he shared Fireheart’s misgivings22 about Tigerstar’s relationship with these ThunderClan kits23.
“Can we go over there now and see our father?” Tawnypaw asked eagerly.
“No!” Brackenfur sounded shocked. “Clan19 cats don’t go into each other’s territory. If a patrol caught us, there would be big trouble.”
“Not if we told them Tigerstar’s our father,” Bramblepaw insisted. “He wanted to see us last time.”
“Brackenfur told you no,” Fireheart snapped. “And if I catch either of you setting one paw across the border, I’ll have your tails off!”
Tawnypaw jumped back as if she thought he was going to carry out the threat there and then.
Bramblepaw’s amber24 eyes searched Fireheart’s face for several heartbeats. “Fireheart,” he meowed hesitantly, “there’s something else, isn’t there? Why will no cat talk to us about our father? Why did he leave ThunderClan?”
Fireheart stared down at his apprentice1. He couldn’t see any way of avoiding such a direct question. Long ago, he had promised Goldenflower that he would tell her kits the truth, but he had hoped for a bit more time to think out exactly what he would say.
He exchanged a quick glance with Brackenfur, and the younger warrior murmured, “If you don’t tell them, some other cat will.”
He was right, Fireheart realized. The time had come for him to fulfill26 his promise to Goldenflower. Clearing his throat, he meowed, “All right. Let’s find a place to rest and I’ll tell you.”
He retreated several rabbit-hops from the Thunderpath until he came to a dip in the ground sheltered by a few clumps27 of fern, brown and broken now in the frosts of leaf-bare. The two apprentices followed, their eyes wide and curious.
Fireheart checked that there was no smell of dog before settling down in a patch of dry grass, tucking his paws under his chest. Brackenfur remained at the top of the slope, keeping watch for danger, from the dog or from ShadowClan territory so close by.
“Before I tell you about your father,” Fireheart began, “I want you to remember that ThunderClan is proud of you. You’ll both make fine warriors. What I’m going to say now won’t make any difference to that.”
The apprentices’ curiosity changed to uneasiness as they listened. Fireheart knew they must be wondering what was coming next.
“Tigerstar is a great warrior,” he went on. “And he always wanted to be leader of a Clan. Before he left ThunderClan, he was deputy.”
Bramblepaw’s eyes glowed excitedly. “When I’m a warrior, I’d like to be deputy too.”
Fireheart’s fur prickled at this evidence of his apprentice’s ambition, so like Tigerstar’s. “Be quiet and listen.”
Bramblepaw dipped his head obediently.
“As I said, Tigerstar has always been a great warrior,” Fireheart continued, forcing each word into the cold air. “But there was a fight with RiverClan over Sunningrocks, and Tigerstar used the battle to kill Redtail, who was the ThunderClan deputy then. He blamed a RiverClan warrior, but we found out what really happened.”
He paused. Both apprentices were staring at him with disbelief and horror in their eyes.
“You mean…he killeda cat of his own Clan?” Tawnypaw faltered28.
“I don’t believe it!” Bramblepaw let out a desperate cry.
“It’s true,” Fireheart meowed, feeling sick with the effort of telling these kits the truth about their father’s treachery in a way that was loyal to their mother’s insistence29 that the account be unbiased, and would not alienate30 the kits from their birth-clan. “He hoped he would be made deputy in Redtail’s place, but Bluestar chose a cat called Lionheart instead.”
“Tigerstar didn’t kill Lionheart as well?” asked Bramblepaw, his voice quavering.
“No, he didn’t. Lionheart died in a battle with ShadowClan. Tigerstar became deputy then, but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to be leader.”
He paused again, wondering how much to say. No need to burden these apprentices, he decided31, with the tale of how Cinderpelt had been injured in a trap set by Tigerstar for Bluestar, or Tigerstar’s attempts to murder Fireheart himself.
“He gathered a band of rogues32 from the forest,” he continued. “They attacked ThunderClan, and Tigerstar tried to kill Bluestar.”
“Kill Bluestar!”Tawnypaw gasped33. “But she’s our leader!”
“Tigerstar thought that he could make himself leader in her place,” Fireheart explained, keeping his voice carefully neutral. “The Clan sent him into exile, and that’s when he joined ShadowClan and became their leader.”
The two apprentices looked at each other. “So our father was a traitor34?” mewed Bramblepaw softly.
“Well, yes,” Fireheart replied. “But I know it’s hard to think about that. Just remember that both of you can be proud to belong to ThunderClan. And the Clan are proud of you, just as I said. You’re not responsible for what your father did. You can be great warriors, completely loyal to your Clan and the warrior code.”
“But our father wasn’t loyal,” Tawnypaw mewed. “Does that mean he’s our enemy now?”
Fireheart met her scared gaze. “All cats from other Clans35 have to have their own interests at heart,” he told her gently. “That’s what Clan loyalty36 means. Your father is loyal to ShadowClan now, just as it is your duty to be loyal to ThunderClan.”
There was silence for a few heartbeats, and then Tawnypaw drew herself up and gave her chest fur a few quick licks. “Thank you for telling us, Fireheart. Is it…is it really true that the rest of the Clan are proud of us?”
“It really is,” Fireheart assured her. “Don’t forget, the Clan discovered all this when you two were only newborns. And they’ve never wanted to punish you, have they?”
Tawnypaw blinked gratefully at him. Glancing at Bramblepaw, Fireheart saw that he was gazing up at the sky between the arching fronds37 of fern. There was no reading the emotion in his amber eyes.
“Bramblepaw?” Fireheart meowed uneasily. The young cat did not respond. Wanting to reassure38 him, Fireheart went on, “Work hard and be loyal to your Clan, and no cat will blame you for what your father did.”
Bramblepaw’s head whipped around; his eyes glared at his mentor39 with all the hostility40 that Fireheart had once seen in Tigerstar. He had never looked more like his father. “But that’s not true, is it?” he hissed41. “Youblame us. I don’t care what you’re saying now. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think I’ll be a traitor just like he was. You’ll never trust me, whatever I do!”
Fireheart stared at him, unable to deny the young cat’s accusations42. For a few heartbeats he had no idea what to say. While he hesitated, Bramblepaw sprang to his paws and blundered through the ferns to the top of the hollow, where Brackenfur was waiting. Tawnypaw cast one scared look at Fireheart and scurried43 after her brother.
Fireheart heard Brackenfur meow, “Ready to go? Let’s head along the border up to Fourtrees.” He paused and called out, “Fireheart, are you ready?”
“Coming,” Fireheart replied. His heart was heavy as he rose and followed the apprentices. Had he managed to explain to them the true meaning of loyalty, or had he simply succeeded in pushing them further away from ThunderClan, and from him?
As he and Brackenfur led the apprentices back through their territory, Fireheart kept watch for any signs of the mysterious evil in the forest. He saw nothing; there were no unusual scents44, and no signs of scattered45 prey46. The evil, whatever it was, had gone to ground again, and somehow that made Fireheart more afraid. What was it that could wreak47 such terrible damage, and then fade into the depths of the forest as if it had never been?
I must talk to Lostface as soon as I can, he decided. The cats were still being hunted, he was sure of that, and it was only a matter of time before another one was caught.
Early the next morning, Fireheart emerged into the clearing to find the dawn patrol getting ready to leave. Graystripe and Sandstorm were waiting beside the entrance to the gorse tunnel, while Dustpelt was calling Ashpaw from the apprentices’ den25. Fireheart hurried toward the entrance, but before he reached it he heard Sandstorm meow loudly to Graystripe, “I’m tired of hanging about. I’ll meet you at the top of the ravine.” Without looking at Fireheart she whipped around and disappeared.
Sadness almost overwhelmed Fireheart, and he halted at the mouth of the gorse tunnel, tasting the last of Sandstorm’s scent as she retreated.
“Give her time,” Graystripe meowed, touching48 his nose to Fireheart’s shoulder. “She’ll come around.”
“I don’t know. Ever since the meeting with WindClan…”
He stopped as Dustpelt and Ashpaw hurried up, and stood back to let the rest of the patrol follow Sandstorm. At least, Fireheart told himself, Dustpelt seemed to be reconciled to Graystripe’s return, to the extent of going on patrol with him. Perhaps time was all his friend would need to truly be part of the Clan again.
Fireheart padded across the clearing to Cinderpelt’s den. Lostface was seated in a patch of sunlight with Cloudtail beside her, gently washing her. The wounds along her sides were healing cleanly, and her ginger-and-white fur was beginning to grow back, and as he approached Fireheart thought for a single heartbeat that she was almost back to normal. Then she lifted her head, and for the first time he saw the damaged side of her face without its covering of cobwebs.
Freshly healed scars were stretched across Lostface’s cheek, bare flesh where no fur would ever grow. Her eye was gone, and her ear was reduced to a few shreds49. Fireheart realized how dreadfully apt the name Lostface was, and remembered her as she had been before, bright and lively. Anger burned deep in his belly. Somehow he must drive this evil out of the forest!
Lostface let out a faint whimper as Fireheart approached, and shrank closer to Cloudtail.
“It’s okay,” Cloudtail mewed softly. “It’s only Fireheart.” Looking up at his former mentor, he explained, “You came up on her blind side. She’s scared when cats do that, but she’s getting better every day.”
“That’s right,” agreed Cinderpelt, emerging from her den. Limping over to Fireheart so she could speak to him without Lostface overhearing, she went on, “To be honest, there’s not much more I can do for her. She just needs time to get strong.”
“How long?” Fireheart asked. “I need to talk to her—and it’s time Cloudtail was going back to his warrior duties. I know Sandstorm wants him for her hunting patrol.” He gave his kin9 a sympathetic glance, still admiring him for his loyalty to Lostface.
Cinderpelt shrugged50. “I’ll have to let Lostface decide when she feels ready to leave my den. Have you thought about what’s going to happen to her now?”
Fireheart shook his head. “Officially she’s a warrior….”
“And you think she’d be happy among you ruffians in the warriors’ den?” Cinderpelt let out a mew of exasperation51. “She still needs someone to look after her.”
“I think she could go and live with the elders, at least while she’s still getting stronger.” It was Cloudtail who spoke52; he had padded over to join Fireheart and the medicine cat. “Speckletail is still grieving in the elders’ den for Snowkit. It would do her good to have another cat to care for.”
“That’s a brilliant idea,” Fireheart meowed warmly.
“I’m not sure,” Cinderpelt objected. “What’s Speckletail going to think? You know how prickly and proud she is. She wouldn’t like the idea that you were doing her a favor by trying to distract her from Snowkit’s death.”
“Leave Speckletail to me,” Fireheart meowed. “I’ll tell her that she’sdoing mea favor by looking after Lostface.”
“That might work,” agreed Cinderpelt. “And when Lostface is a bit better, she could help the elders and free up the apprentices for other duties.”
“Let’s ask her,” meowed Cloudtail. He bounded back to Lostface’s side and pressed close to her. “Lostface, Fireheart wants to talk to you.”
Fireheart followed. “Lostface, it’s Fireheart.” Her ravaged53 face turned slowly toward him. “Would you like to go and stay with the elders for a while?” he suggested. “It would be a load off my mind if you could help look after them—the apprentices have too much to do as it is.”
Lostface gave a nervous start and looked at Cloudtail with her one good eye. “I don’t have to, do I? I’m notan elder.”
Cloudtail pressed his muzzle54 against her wounded face. “No one will make you do anything you don’t want to.”
“But you’d be doing me a favor,” Fireheart added quickly. “Speckletail’s still grieving for Snowkit, and it will do her good to have a young, energetic cat around.” As Lostface still hesitated, he went on: “It’s just until you get your strength back.”
“And when you’re strong again, I’ll help you train,” Cloudtail added. “I’m sure you’ll be able to hunt with your good eye and ear. It’ll just take a bit of practice.”
Lostface’s eye began to glow with hope, and she nodded slowly. “All right, Fireheart. If that’s the best way I can be useful.”
“It is, I promise. And Lostface”—Fireheart crouched55 down beside her and gave her a reassuring56 lick—“is there anything you can tell me about that day in the forest? Did you see what attacked you?”
Lostface’s flicker57 of confidence died, and she shrank back against Cloudtail again. “I don’t remember,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry, Fireheart; I don’t remember.”
Cloudtail licked her head comfortingly. “It’s all right; you don’t have to think about it now.”
Fireheart tried to hide his disappointment. “Never mind. If you do think of anything, tell me right away.”
“I’lltell you one thing,” Cloudtail growled58. “When we find out who did this to her, I’ll make crowfood of them. I promise you that.”
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| v.屈膝，蹲伏( crouch的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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reassuring
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growled
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| v.（动物）发狺狺声， （雷）作隆隆声( growl的过去式和过去分词 )；低声咆哮着说 | |
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