“Disappeared?” Firestar echoed in alarm. “What happened?”
“We’re not sure.” Whitestorm was calmer than Brackenfur, but his eyes gave away his concern. “It was Bramblepaw who first said he couldn’t find her. I thought he was making a fuss about nothing, but we searched the camp. She isn’t here, and no cat saw her leave.”
“It’s my fault!” Brackenfur broke in. “I’m her mentor1.”
“It’s not your fault,” Whitestorm assured him. “I sent you on hunting patrol. No cat expects you to be in two places at once.”
Brackenfur shook his head despairingly.
“Fetch Bramblepaw,” Firestar ordered; Thornclaw bounded off at once to the apprentices3’ den4.
While he waited, Firestar sent Ravenpaw and the three RiverClan cats to see Cinderpelt; Graystripe went with them to explain what had happened, and to assure himself that his kits7 would be all right. Though the gray warrior8 was cold and drenched9 from the icy river, all his concern was for his kits, and as they crossed the clearing he stuck close to their side like a bulky shadow.
“I don’t know what to think,” meowed Whitestorm when they had gone. “Maybe Tawnypaw got some idea into her head and went off by herself. She could be trapped or injured somewhere—”
“Or she could be in ShadowClan,” Brackenfur interrupted, his fur bristling10. “Tigerstar could have stolen her!”
“But Tigerstar was over in RiverClan territory,” Firestar told them quietly. “So were Blackfoot and Darkstripe.” He saw Whitestorm’s ears twitch11 in surprise, and he knew he would have to explain every thing to his deputy as soon as possible.
“He could have sent some other cat to do his dirty work,” Cloudtail put in.
“Have you scented12 ShadowClan cats around the camp?” Firestar asked Whitestorm. “Or RiverClan?”
The white warrior shook his head. “No cats but our own, Firestar.”
“Then it sounds as if she left willingly,” Firestar meowed. “Perhaps she just felt like hunting by herself for a change.” But he couldn’t help remembering the incident before he left the camp, when Tawnypaw had been furious with Smallear for comparing her with her father. Firestar wondered if he had misjudged how hurt she had felt.
He broke off his thoughts as Bramblepaw came up. “Tell me what Tawnypaw did before she disappeared,” Firestar ordered.
“Just the usual apprentice2 chores.” Bramblepaw sounded anxious; his amber14 eyes were wide and confused. “We changed the elders’ bedding and brought them fresh-kill, and I went to get some mouse bile from Cinderpelt to put on a tick in Smallear’s fur. When I came back Tawnypaw had gone, and I haven’t seen her since.”
“Where have you looked so far?”
“I went back to where we got the moss15 for the bedding, but she wasn’t there,” his apprentice replied. “And I checked the training hollow.”
Firestar nodded. “Did you ask the elders if she said anything to them?”
“I did,” replied Whitestorm, “but they couldn’t remember anything out of the ordinary.”
“And what about Goldenflower?” Firestar went on. “Did Tawnypaw say anything to her?”
Whitestorm shook his head. “She was frantic16. I sent her with Mousefur to search toward Tallpines. They aren’t back yet.”
“Did you try to track Tawnypaw?” Firestar asked.
“Yes, of course,” Brackenfur replied. “We tracked her to the top of the ravine, but after that we lost the scent13.”
Firestar hesitated. More than anything he wanted to believe that there was an easy explanation for Tawnypaw’s absence. StarClan forbid he should wish a young cat to be lying injured somewhere, but even that would be preferable to his worst fears, that Tawnypaw had gone willingly to join her father.
“I’ll try again,” he decided17. “It’s probably too late, but—”
“I’ll come with you,” Cloudtail offered.
Firestar gave him a nod of gratitude18; Cloudtail was one of the best trackers in the Clan5. “Ok a y,” he meowed. “Sandstorm, Thornclaw, you come too.”
Firestar led the way out of the camp again. Exhaustion19 dragged at his paws; the night was half-over, and so far he had not slept. He would have liked nothing better than to settle down in his den with a piece of fresh-kill, but he guessed it would be a long time before he could do that.
It was not difficult to pick up Tawnypaw’s scent in the ravine, even though it was fading by now, but toward the top he lost it, as Brackenfur had done. Firestar began to suspect that the young cat had leaped from rock to rock, where her scent would not linger, so as to confuse any cats who might try to follow her. Firestar’s worst fears flooded back; had Tawnypaw really been so unhappy in ThunderClan that she felt she had to leave?
His thoughts were interrupted by a yowl from Cloudtail among the bushes at the top of the ravine. “Over here! She went this way!”
W h en Firestar bounded up to join him, he too could distinguish the faintest trace of Tawnypaw’s scent. He and Cloudtail followed it into the trees, noses to the ground as they focused on the traces of cat among all the stronger, distracting scents20 of prey21. No other cat’s scent joined Tawnypaw’s. This far, at least, she had been alone.
T h en, at the edge of a clearing, they lost the scent trail again, and not even Cloudtail’s sharp nose could pick it up.
A cold wind had sprung up, driving clouds across the moon and ruffling22 the cats’ fur, and as Firestar cast back and forth23 across the clearing in a last effort to find the scent again, a thin, icy rain began to fall.
“Mouse dung!” Cloudtail spat24. “That just about finishes us.”
Reluctantly Firestar agreed. Calling Sandstorm and Thornclaw back from their own searches, he meowed, “Let’s get back. We can’t do any more.”
Sandstorm stood still for a moment, gazing in the direction that the scent trail had seemed to lead. “It looks as if she was heading for Fourtrees.”
That made sense, Firestar reflected. Fourtrees was the obvious place to go if Tawnypaw wanted to meet with a cat from another Clan, or to cross into another Clan’s territory. Every hair on his pelt6 prickled with dread25. He couldn’t persuade himself any longer that Tawnypaw had just wandered off to hunt, and he could see from the troubled looks of his warriors26 that they shared his growing conviction: Tawnypaw had gone to ShadowClan.
When the patrol returned to the camp, Brackenfur and Bramblepaw were still anxiously waiting in the clearing. They had been joined by Tawnypaw’s mother, Goldenflower, and Mousefur. All four cats looked bedraggled and despairing in the rain that was falling more heavily now.
“Well?” Goldenflower asked as Firestar came up to her. “What did you find?”
“No thing,” Firestar meowed quietly. “We don’t know where she is.”
“Then why aren’t you still out there looking?” Goldenflower’s voice was sharp.
Firestar shook his head. “There’s nothing more we can do in the dark and the rain. She could be anywhere.”
“You don’t care, do you?” Goldenflower’s meow rose, high-pitched with anger. “You think she left deliberately27! You never trusted her!”
Firestar struggled to answer, knowing that her accusation28 was half-true. But Goldenflower did not wait. Instead, she spun29 around and disappeared beneath the branches of the warriors’ den.
“Wait!” Firestar called, but she ignored him.
“She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Sandstorm meowed sympathetically. “I’ll go and calm her down.” She slipped into the den behind Goldenflower.
Tired and discouraged, Firestar turned to Bramblepaw, expecting a similar accusation from him. But his apprentice was standing30 quietly, and the look in his amber eyes was unreadable.
“It’s okay, Firestar,” he meowed. “I know you did all you could. Thank you.” Head down and tail drooping31, he made his way back to the apprentices’ den.
Firestar watched him go. Exhaustion flooded over him; it seemed like several moons since Graystripe had first suggested going to RiverClan to see his kits. A chilly32 gray dawn was beginning to seep33 into the sky, and Firestar desperately34 needed to rest, but there was one more duty to perform first. He had to visit Cinderpelt, and make sure the RiverClan cats would recover from their ordeal35.
As he padded across the clearing to the medicine cat’s den, Firestar felt all his doubts about his leadership welling up again. One warrior banished36, and gone to join his enemy—and willing to kill to prove his new loyalties37. One apprentice vanished. And the whole forest caught up in terror and hatred38 that Firestar saw no way to combat. The vision of himself wearing the mane of LionClan that he had seen in the stream seemed a long way away. If StarClan really had destined39 him for greatness, Firestar couldn’t help wondering if they had chosen the wrong cat.
Standing on the Highrock, Firestar watched as his Clan emerged from their dens40. It was the morning after his expedition to RiverClan territory, and he had called a meeting to tell his warriors exactly what had happened, and to explain the presence of the three RiverClan cats.
Mistyfoot and the two apprentices were sitting at the base of the Highrock with Graystripe and Cinderpelt. Firestar was pleased to see that they already looked stronger, as if their energy was coming back after a good meal and with Cinderpelt’s care.
Ravenpaw had left at dawn, his injured ear swathed in cobweb and a gleam in his eyes as he recalled the battle on the stepping-stones.
“Amazing how my old training came back to me,” he meowed to Firestar. “I hadn’t forgotten the fighting moves.”
“You did brilliantly,” Firestar purred. “You’re a real friend to ThunderClan.”
“Now that Tigerstar is rising to power, I think ThunderClan needs all the friends it can get,” the loner mewed seriously.
Ravenpaw had spent a few moments by Bluestar’s grave and then set out for the farm near Highstones. Firestar wondered if he would need to call on Ravenpaw for help again. Tigerstar’s enemies would have to unite to drive him out of the forest—yet Firestar knew that the final confrontation41 must be his alone.
He waited until all the Clan cats had settled themselves around the Highrock, and then began to speak.
“You’ve all heard by now that Graystripe, Ravenpaw, and I went over to RiverClan territory last night.” He described the Bonehill and the rotting prey strewn around the clearing, and how Tigerstar had whipped up the hatred of his warriors against half-Clans42—cats whose parents came from two different Clans. Firestar’s voice shook as he described the murder of Stonefur, and the cats below him shuddered43 and flatten44 e d themselves against the ground in sympathy and terror.
Dustpelt growled45, “Why aren’t we attacking ShadowClan right now, then, for revenge?”
“Because it’s not as simple as that,” Firestar replied. “ThunderClan alone can’t take on ShadowClan and RiverClan combined, and expect to win.”
“We can have a good try,” retorted Cloudtail, springing to his paws.
“But where would we attack?” asked Firestar. “There’ll be warriors from both Clans in the RiverClan camp, and I don’t expect TigerStar has left the ShadowClan camp unguarded.
“I feel just the same as you,” he went on. “I don’t like what Tigerstar is doing, and I’m afraid of what he might do in the future. I’d like to know what StarClan want us to do, but so far I’ve had no word from them. Cinderpelt, have they spoken to you?”
The medicine cat glanced up at him. “No, not yet.”
With an angry flick47 of his ears, Cloudtail sat down again, and Brightheart rubbed against his shoulder to calm him down.
In the brief pause, Firestar wondered if it was true to say that he had received no message from StarClan. There had been the vision of himself in the stream, wearing the glory of LionClan. He thought again of Bluestar’s prophecy that Four will become two; lion and tiger will join in battle.
Suddenly understanding dawned on Firestar like a ray of sunlight striking through branches. Four Clans would become two; did that mean ThunderClan must join with WindClan?
“We’re still here, Firestar!” Dustpelt’s voice disturbed his thoughts.
Firestar started. “Sorry,” he meowed. “I’ve called you here to welcome the three RiverClan cats we rescued. You all know Mistyfoot, and Featherpaw and Stormpaw, Graystripe’s kits. I think we should offer them a place in ThunderClan until it’s safe for them to go home.”
Murmuring broke out around the clearing as he made the suggestion. Most cats agreed with him, Firestar could see, but a few others were looking uncertain.
Longtail was the first to voice his doubts. “That’s all very well, Firestar, and I’m sorry for what they’ve been through, but if they stay here, what are they going to eat? It’s the middle of leaf-bare. We’ve got our work cut out feeding ourselves.”
“I’ll hunt for them!” Graystripe sprang up to face the Clan. “I can feed all three of them, and more of the Clan as well.”
“We’re not helpless, you know,” added Mistyfoot. “Give us a day or two to get stronger, and we’ll hunt for ourselves and you as well.”
Mousefur got up and spoke46 directly to Firestar. “It’s not a question of who’s going to hunt. This is a harder leaf-bare than usual, after the fire. We’re all hungry, and we’ll need all the strength we can get if we’re going to have to fight this TigerClan. I say they should go home.”
Sandstorm leaped to her paws before Firestar could speak.” They can’t go home,” she pointed48 out. “Weren’t you listening? They’ll be murdered if they do, like Stonefur.”
“Do you want it to be known that ThunderClan sent cats to their death?” Brackenfur added.
Mousefur looked down at her paws, anger making her fur bristle49.
“It’s worth mentioning,” Whitestorm meowed calmly, “that all these cats are half ThunderClan. They have a right to ask us for shelter.”
From his vantage point on top of the Highrock, Firestar saw a ripple50 of shock pass through his cats as they turn e d to look at Mistyfoot, standing like a living shadow of their former leader. Remembering the hostility51 some of them had shown when Mistyfoot and Stonefur had shared tongues with the dead Bluestar, Firestar realized that Whitestorm was taking quite a risk in reminding them.
But this time there was no hostility. Even Mousefur and Longtail stayed silent. The story of what had happened beside the Bonehill had swung the sympathy of the Clan over to the RiverClan cats. The warriors relaxed, their shock subsiding52, and there were a few murmurs53 of agreement with what Whitestorm had said.
Firestar looked down at the RiverClan cats where they sat at the base of the rock with Graystripe and Cinderpelt.
“Welcome to ThunderClan,” he meowed.
Mistyfoot bowed her head in gratitude. “Thank you, Firestar. We won’t forget this.”
“It was the right thing to do,” Firestar meowed. “I just hope you’ll feel completely better soon.”
“They’ll be fine, Firestar,” meowed Cinderpelt. “All they need is good food and a warm place to sleep.”
“Yes, there was no bedding in that horrible hole,” Featherpaw fretted54, her eyes wide and troubled.
“You don’t need to think about that anymore,” Mistyfoot promised with a comforting lick. “Just concentrate on getting strong again. As soon as you’re fit, we’ll have to get on with your training.”
Firestar remembered that Mistyfoot was Featherpaw’s mentor. He was wondering about the difficulties of training an apprentice in unfamiliar55 territory, when Graystripe broke in on his thoughts.
“Stonefur was Stormpaw’s mentor, so he’ll need another one now. Is it okay if I mentor him myself?”
“Good idea,” Firestar meowed, and was rewarded by the glow of pride and pleasure in Graystripe’s eyes as he looked at his son. “We’ll hold the ceremony right away.” He wasn’t sure that it was necessary, given that Stormpaw wasn’t truly a member of ThunderClan, but there was something inside him that longed to make contact with StarClan through the old, familiar rituals.
Leaping down from the Highrock he beckoned56 to Stormpaw with his tail. Stormpaw came to stand in front of him, still shaky on his paws but holding his head high.
“Stormpaw, you have already begun your apprenticeship,” Firestar began. “Stonefur was a noble mentor, and ThunderClan grieves for him. Now you must continue to learn the skills of a warrior under a new mentor.” Turning to Graystripe, he went on: “Graystripe, you will continue Stormpaw’s training. You have borne suffering with a warrior’s spirit, and I expect you to pass on what you have learned to this apprentice.”
Graystripe nodded solemnly, then padded over to his son and touched noses with him. Firestar caught Brackenfur’s eye; the young tom was obviously pleased that his old mentor had a new apprentice.
Firestar brought the meeting to an end and descended57 from the High Rock. Glancing around, he spotted58 Sandstorm not far away. “Sandstorm, I want to ask you a favor.”
The ginger59 she-cat looked up at him. “What is it?”
“It’s about Mistyfoot. She’ll have trouble mentoring60 Featherpaw properly here. She doesn’t know where the training places are, or the dangers, or the best places for prey.”
Firestar hesitated, not sure if what he was about to suggest was a good idea. Not long ago he had chosen Brackenfur to mentor Tawnypaw, and Sandstorm had been deeply offended that he had passed her over. She might well take offense61 again at his new idea.
“Go on,” mewed Sandstorm.
“I…I wanted to ask you if you’d help Mistyfoot with Featherpaw’s training. I can’t think of any cat who would be better.”
Sandstorm gave him a long, measured look. “You think you can get around me with a bit of flattery, do you?”
“I don’t—”
Sandstrom let out a purr of laughter. “Well, maybe you can. Of course I’ll help her, you stupid furball. I’ll have a word with her now.”
Relief washed over Firestar. “Thank you, Sandstorm.”
A loud wailing62 interrupted him. The cats still in the clearing were staring at the entrance from the gorse tunnel. Firestar could not see what had alarmed them, but he caught the tang of blood on the air, and unfamiliar cat scent.
Thrusting his way through his warriors, Firestar reached the entrance. Limping out of the tunnel was a cat that was almost wounded beyond recognition. Blood dripped from a long gash63 in his flank. His fur was matted with sand and dust, and one eye was closed.
Then Firestar made out the mottled dark pelt under the dirt and managed to distinguish the scent of WindClan. The newcomer was Mudclaw, barely able to stand from pain and exhaustion.
“Mudclaw!” Firestar exclaimed. “What happened?”
Mudclaw staggered toward him. “You’ve got to help us, Firestar!” he rasped. “TigerClan is attacking our camp!”
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| n.犯规，违法行为；冒犯，得罪 | |
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