When Firestar emerged from his den1 the following morning, the camp was already full of activity. Mousefur was leaving at the head of a patrol. Sandstorm was rounding up Willowpelt’s three kits3, who bounced around her in wild excitement as she herded4 them toward the gorse tunnel on their way to the training hollow. Mistyfoot and the two RiverClan apprentices6 followed them. Brackenfur passed them at the entrance to the camp, a piece of fresh-kill in his jaws8.
Firestar spotted9 Whitestorm with Bramblepaw and Ashpaw beside the thorn wall that surrounded the camp, and padded across to join them. The white warrior10 came to meet him.
“I’m getting these two to inspect the defenses and patch any gaps,” he meowed. “If BloodClan get this far…” He stopped, his blue eyes worried.
“Good idea.” Firestar suppressed a shiver at the thought of BloodClan breaking into the camp. He turned sharply at the sight of movement in the gorse tunnel, and flashed a glance of astonishment12 at Whitestorm as Ravenpaw appeared, followed by Barley13. The black-and-white loner had never been to the ThunderClan camp before.
Leaving his deputy to finish instructing the apprentices, Firestar padded toward them. Ravenpaw hurried forward confidently, but Barley lagged behind, glancing warily14 around, as if he wasn’t sure of a welcome.
“We have to talk to you,” Ravenpaw blurted15 out. “Last night we met Onewhisker on the border of his territory and he told us about Scourge16 and BloodClan.” The raven-colored fur on his shoulders bristled17. “We want to help, but more important, Barley has some information for you.”
Firestar dipped his head in greeting. “It’s good to see you both,” he meowed. “And we’re grateful for any help we can get. Perhaps you’d better come to my den.”
Barley relaxed at Firestar’s friendly greeting, and the two loners followed Firestar to the hollow beneath the Highrock. Early-morning sunshine slanted19 through the entrance and into the peaceful den. Firestar could almost forget the threat from Scourge and his bloodthirsty followers20. But the serious expressions of his visitors reminded him all too clearly of the shadow over the future of the forest.
“What is it?” he prompted, once the two loners were settled.
Ravenpaw was gazing around him with an almost awestruck look—Firestar guessed he was remembering Bluestar, and maybe wondering at how the apprentice7 who had trained with him had come to take the former leader’s place. Barley, however, looked uneasy, crouching21 with his paws tucked under him as he began to speak.
“I was born in Twolegplace,” he began quietly. “I know too much about Scourge and his warriors23. I…I suppose you could say I was once a member of BloodClan.”
Firestar’s interest quickened. “Go on.”
“The first thing I remember is playing with my littermates on a patch of waste ground,” Barley explained. “Our mother taught us to hunt and find food among Twoleg rubbish. Later on she showed us how to defend ourselves.”
“Your mother mentored25 you?” Firestar asked, surprised. “All of you?”
Barley nodded. “BloodClan doesn’t have a proper system of mentors27 and apprentices. It’s not a Clan5 at all in the way you forest cats understand it. Most cats listen to Scourge because he’s the strongest and the most vicious, and Bone is a kind of deputy, insofar as he carries out Scourge’s dirty work.”
“Bone?” Fireheart asked. “Is that a big black-and-white cat? He was there at Fourtrees.”
“That sounds like him, yes.” The loner’s voice was filled with disgust. “He’s almost as bad as Scourge. Any cats who don’t do as they’re told are chased off, if they’re lucky, or more likely killed.”
Firestar stared at him. “But what about caring for kits and elders?”
Barley shrugged28. “A she-cat’s mate will probably hunt for her while she’s nursing her kits,” he mewed. “Even Scourge realizes that if there are no kits, sooner or later there’s no Clan. But elders, or cats who are sick or injured—well, they’re left to fend24 for themselves. It’s kill or be killed, hunt or starve. There’s no room for weakness.”
Firestar felt every hair on his pelt2 bristle18 at the thought of a Clan that did not care for cats who were in need, where cats who had given good service were allowed to die if they could not care for themselves.
“Then why does any cat follow Scourge?” he burst out.
“Some of them enjoy killing29.” Barley’s tone was cold and his eyes were bleak30, staring at something Firestar could not see. “And others are too scared to do anything else. You can’t lead your own life in Twolegplace if you’re not a kittypet with a Twoleg nest to go to. Either you’re with Scourge or against him, and cats who are against him don’t last long.”
Ravenpaw shifted closer to his friend and pressed his muzzle31 comfortingly against his flank. “That’s why Barley left,” he meowed. “Tell Firestar about it, Barley.”
“There’s nothing much to tell.” Barley flinched32, shrinking from some dark memory. “I couldn’t bear what Scourge was doing, so one night I slipped away. I was terrified that Scourge or his warriors would catch me, but I reached the edge of Twolegplace and crossed the Thunderpath. I scented34 cats in the forest, but at the time I thought they would be just like Scourge and his lot, so I kept away from them. And finally I came to the farm, where it seemed I could live unchallenged. The Twolegs leave me in peace. They have no use for their mice.”
He fell silent while Firestar thought rapidly. Barley’s words confirmed what he had already known, that Scourge was a violent and dangerous enemy. “Scourge must have weaknesses,” he meowed to Barley. “There must be some way of defeating him.”
Barley met his eyes and leaned toward Firestar. “His one great strength is his one great weakness,” he replied. “Scourge and his warriors don’t believe in StarClan.”
Firestar wondered what he meant. Cloudtail had no belief in StarClan, but he was still a loyal ThunderClan cat. What was Barley trying to tell him?
“BloodClan has no medicine cat,” Barley went on. “I’ve already told you, they don’t care for the sick, and if they don’t believe in StarClan, there aren’t any signs that could be interpreted.”
“Then…they don’t follow the warrior code?” That had been a stupid question, Firestar realized as soon as the words were out. Everything Barley had told him, everything he had seen for himself of the way Scourge and his cats behaved, confirmed that. “And you’re telling me that’s a weakness? All it means is they can do as they like, with no code of honor to stop them.”
“That’s true,” Barley admitted. “But think, Firestar. Without the warrior code you might be just as bloodthirsty as Scourge. You might even be better at fighting him. But without the belief in StarClan—what are you then?”
He met Firestar’s eyes steadily35. Firestar’s head reeled. After what Barley had told him he dreaded36 BloodClan even more, and yet somewhere in his mind there was a faint spark of hope, as if StarClan were trying to tell him something that he couldn’t understand—or not yet.
“Thank you, Barley,” he meowed. “I’ll think about what you’ve told me. And I won’t forget that you tried to help us.”
“That’s not all we’ll do.” Ravenpaw rose to his paws. “Onewhisker told us that you’re meeting Scourge in battle in three days—two days, now. When you do, we’ll both be with you.”
Firestar stared at him, mouth open. “But you’re loners,” he began. “It’s not your quarrel….”
“Come on, Firestar,” Barley mewed. “If Scourge and his gang take over the forest, how long do you think we would last? It wouldn’t take them a quarter moon to find our barn and all the plump mice. We’d have the choice of getting out or being killed.”
“We’d rather fight for our friends,” Ravenpaw added quietly.
“Thank you.” Firestar felt humbled37 by the depth of loyalty38 the two loners were showing to him. “All the Clans39 will honor you.”
Barley snorted. “I don’t know about that. All I want is a quiet life—but I won’t get it until BloodClan is dealt with.”
“None if us will.” Firestar’s ears twitched40 in agreement. “There’s no hope for any of us while Scourge is in the forest.”
Firestar had said good-bye to Ravenpaw and Barley and was heading for the sandy hollow to check up on the training program when he spotted Longtail and Frostfur leaping down the ravine. Firestar paused and waited for them.
“Any news?” he asked.
Lo n g tail nodded. “We’ve been along the ShadowClan border as far as Fourtrees,” he reported. “There’s a reek41 of BloodClan coming from ShadowClan territory. You get the foul42 stink43 in your nose even from across the Thunderpath.”
“They must be hiding out over there,” Frostfur added.
“That makes sense,” Firestar mewed thoughtfully. “But where has ShadowClan gone?”
“I was coming to that.” Longtail’s eyes were wide with excitement. “We picked up their scent33 at Fourtrees—the scent of many cats traveling in the same direction. I believe they crossed into RiverClan territory.”
“So they went to their allies in RiverClan,” Firestar mused44. He wondered what sort of a welcome they would get. Would Leopardstar try to regain45 her old authority now that Tigerstar was dead?
Firestar shrugged. He had problems enough of his own without worrying about Leopardstar’s. “Thanks, Longtail,” he meowed. “We needed to know that. Go and get something to eat.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, Longtail led the way into the gorse tunnel with Frostfur close behind him. Firestar stood watching them go, and when the tip of Frostfur’s tail had vanished he went on to watch his cats training.
Graystripe was standing46 on a jutting47 slab48 of rock overlooking the apprentices. He pricked49 his ears in greeting as Firestar came to join him.
“How is it going?”
“Couldn’t be better,” Graystripe replied. “If Scourge could see us, he’d bolt straight back to Twolegplace with his tail between his legs.”
The gray warrior was wearing a look of stubborn determination that Firestar remembered from the days of his forbidden relationship with Silverstream. Briefly50 he wished that he could tell Graystripe about seeing Silverstream in his dream at the Moonstone, but it wouldn’t help his friend’s grief. The beautiful she-cat was still dead, and Firestar hoped it would be a long time before Graystripe joined her in the ranks of StarClan.
“At any rate,” Graystripe went on, “we’re the best fighting force this forest has ever seen.” His eyes widened as his gaze fell on a mock fight between Bramblepaw and Thornclaw. “Hang on a minute, I need to give Bramblepaw a tip about his clawing action.”
He leaped down from the rock and bounded across the hollow, leaving Firestar to look around. Closest to him, Speckletail and Smallear were stalking around each other, waiting for a chance to spring. Sandstorm was instructing Willowpelt’s three kits on the other side of the hollow. Firestar padded down to watch and he heard her meowing, “Okay, I’m a BloodClan warrior and I’ve just broken into your camp. What are you going to-“
The last word became a screech51 as Sorrelkit pounced52 and bit down hard on her tail. Sandstorm spun53 around, one forepaw raised with claws sheathed54, but before she could bat Sorrelkit away, Sootkit and Rainkit jumped on her from behind. The ginger55 she-cat vanished under a writhing56 mass of kits.
By the time Firestar reached her, she was struggling free of them, her green eyes alight with laughter. “Well done!” she meowed. “If I really was from BloodClan, I’d be running scared by now.” Turning to Firestar, she added, “Hi, there. Did you see these three? In a few moons they’ll make great warriors!”
“I’m sure they will,” Firestar mewed. “You’re doing very well,” he praised them. “And no cat could teach you better than Sandstorm.”
“I want Sandstorm to be my mentor26 when I’m an apprentice,” Sorrelkit meowed. “Can she, Firestar?”
“No, I want her!” Sootkit protested.
Rainkit added, “No, I do!”
Shaking her head, Sandstorm let out a mrrow of laughter. “Firestar will decide who your mentors will be,” she told the kits. “Now let him see you practice those defensive57 moves.”
Firestar watched while the kits scuffled together, pretending to attack and defend themselves. Even though they were excited, they managed to remember what Sandstorm had taught them, dodging58 expertly or dashing in to give their mock attacker a quick nip.
“They’re good,” Sandstorm commented quietly. “Especially that little Sorrelkit.” With a sidelong glance at Firestar, she added, “If you asked me to mentor her, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Just between you and me, she’s yours when the time comes,” Firestar promised, blinking gently at her.
Even though he and Sandstorm, the kits, and all the Clan were standing on the brink59 of disaster, Firestar still could not suppress a burst of pride and hope. Pressing his muzzle against Sandstorm’s side, he murmured, “We’ll win the battle. I have to believe that.”
Sandstorm did not reply in words, but the look she gave him said everything.
Leaving her to go on with her lesson, Firestar crossed the hollow to the far side, where Cloudtail and Brightheart were training with Ashpaw and Dustpelt. Brightheart had just bowled Dustpelt over; he got up, spitting out sand, and meowed, “I never saw that move coming! Show me again.”
Brightheart dropped into a crouch22, but relaxed a moment later when she saw Firestar.
Cloudtail padded over to him, his tail held high. “Did you see that?” he asked proudly. “Brightheart fights really well now.”
“Carry on,” Firestar prompted her. “This looks interesting.”
Brightheart flashed him a nervous look from her one good eye, and then turned back to concentrate. Dustpelt was trying to creep up on her blind side, but she weaved back and forth60, keeping him in view the whole time. When he sprang, she slipped under his outstretched paws and hit his back legs to roll him onto the ground again.
“I see why you’re called Dustpelt,” Cloudtail joked as the brown warrior got up again, shaking his fur.
“Well done, Brightheart,” Firestar called.
He twitched his ears to draw Cloudtail a little way away. “I hoped you’d be here,” he meowed quietly. “I’m going to see Princess, and I thought you might want to come too.”
Cloudtail’s ears pricked. “Are you going to warn her?”
“Yes. With BloodClan on the prowl, she should know of the danger. I know she doesn’t often go into the forest, but even so…”
“I’ll be right with you,” Cloudtail meowed, padding back for a word with Brightheart.
A moment later the two cats were heading for Tallpines, Firestar calling good-bye to Graystripe as they left the hollow. The pale sunlight of leaf-bare fell on the ash that still remained from the fire. The few plants that had returned were dry and shriveled, and there was neither sound nor scent of prey61. This leaf-bare would have been hard enough, Firestar reflected, without the extra trouble from BloodClan.
When they reached the Twoleg nest where Princess lived, Firestar was relieved to see the pretty tabby she-cat sitting on the garden fence. She let out a trill of welcome as he raced across the open ground at the edge of the forest and leaped up onto the fence beside her. Cloudtail followed him in a couple of heartbeats.
Fireheart!” Princess exclaimed, pressing her muzzle against his flank. “And Cloudtail! It’s so good to see you both. Are you well?”
“Yes, we’re fine,” Firestar replied.
“He’s Clan leader now,” Cloudtail put in. “You have to call him Firestar.”
“C l an leader? That’s wonderful!” Princess let out a deep, delighted purr. Firestar knew she was proud of him even though she had no real understanding of what that meant—either the grief of Bluestar’s death or the heavyweight of responsibility that went with leadership. “I’m so pleased for you,” Princess went on. “But you’re both very thin,” she added doubtfully, drawing back to inspect her brother and her son. “Are you eating properly?”
It was hard to answer that question. Firestar and all the Clan cats were used to feeling hungry in this hard leaf-bare, but Princess had no way of knowing how scarce prey was, not when her Twolegs fed her the same kittypet food every day.
“We’re doing well enough,” Cloudtail repeated impatiently, before Firestar could reply. “But we came to tell you to stay out of the forest. There are evil cats around.”
Firestar flashed an irritated look at his hoth eaded kin11; he would have tried to find a gentler way of warning Princess. “Cats from Twolegplace have come into the forest,” he explained, pressing himself comfortingly against Princess’s side. “They’re fierce creatures, but they should leave you alone.”
“I’ve seen them slinking through the trees,” Princess admitted, her voice hushed. “And I’ve heard stories about them. Apparently62 they even kill dogs and other cats.”
The tales were true, Firestar reflected, remembering the teeth studding Scourge’s collar. And before very long, there would be more deaths to Scourge’s name.
“All good storytellers exaggerate,” he told Princess, hoping he sounded convincing. “You don’t need to worry, but it would be best if you stayed in your own garden.”
Princess held his gaze steadily, and Firestar realized that for once she wasn’t deceived by his lighthearted tone. “I’ll do that,” she promised. “And I’ll warn the other house cats.”
“Good.” Cloudtail meowed. “And don’t worry about a thing. We’ll soon get rid of BloodClan.”
“BloodClan!” Princess echoed, and a shiver passed through her. “Firestar, you’re in danger, aren’t you?”
Firestar nodded, suddenly unwilling63 to treat her like a soft kittypet who couldn’t cope with the truth. “Yes,” he replied. “BloodClan have given us three days to get out of the forest. We don’t intend to leave, so that means we have to fight them.”
Princess went on giving him that long, thoughtful look. The tip of her tail swept around and touched a scar on his flank, an old wound from a battle so long ago that he had forgotten which one it was. Firestar had a sudden vision of how he must appear to her: gaunt and ragged64 in spite of his lean muscles, his battle-marked pelt a constant reminder65 of the harshness of his forest life.
“I know you’ll do your best,” she mewed quietly. “The Clan couldn’t have a better leader.”
“I hope you’re right,” Firestar meowed. “This is the worst threat to the Clan that we’ve ever had to face.”
“And you’ll come through it; I know you will.” Princess rasped her tongue over his ear and pressed close against him. Firestar smelled her fear-scent, but she stayed calm, and her gentle features were unusually serious. “Come back safely, Firestar,” she whispered. “Please.”
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