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Brambleclaw emerged warily1 from the undergrowth at the edge of the trees above the riverbank, tasting the air for the scent2 of cats.
The traces of ThunderClan were all stale, though fresher RiverClan scents4 drifted across from the other side of the river. Hoping that no cat from either Clan3 would see him, Brambleclaw slipped swiftly down the bank to the water’s edge.
Brown water churned along past his paws. More rain had fallen during the day, though the clouds were thinning now to let pale sunshine through, so that the forest steamed. The river was swollen5, half submerging the stepping-stones, and Brambleclaw had to brace6 himself before he dared leap out onto the first of them.
He was on his way to visit Feathertail and Stormfur. All day he had been thinking about the second dream, becoming more and more convinced that they had to travel to the sun-drown place before they could learn what StarClan had to tell them. The dream had been too real to ignore—he could still taste salt in his mouth, and he flinched7 as droplets8 splashed against his nose from the stepping-stone, expecting the same 9 6
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sharp tang. And they ought to leave at once; his fur prickled with a strange sense of urgency, warning him that there was no time to wait until the next Gathering10. If the other chosen cats had also had the dream, they shouldn’t be hard to persuade.
He still had not told Squirrelpaw about the second dream.
Although he felt guilty that he was not keeping his promise, he was well aware that if she knew about the journey he was planning she would want to come too. And what would Firestar think if Brambleclaw dragged his daughter off into the unknown?
Water lapped cold around his paws as Brambleclaw landed on the first stone and crouched11, ready for his leap to the next.
Before he pushed off, he scanned the far bank again.
Although there was friendship now between ThunderClan and RiverClan, he was not sure of his welcome if he trespassed13 uninvited on their territory. He would prefer to find Feathertail and Stormfur before any other cats knew he was there.
He managed to reach the next stone, and the one after that, shivering as cold water splashed up onto his fur. The next stepping-stone had vanished completely, with only a ripple14 of water flowing over it to tell him where it was. Keeping his gaze fixed15 on the spot, he leaped, but as he landed his paws slipped off the edge, and he found himself splashing into the river. He let out a yowl of alarm as his head went under.
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blue-green waves like those of his dream. Clawing his way upward, he surfaced to see reeds instead of sand-colored cliffs, and gray-brown water running in ripples17, not waves.
The current was carrying him close to the opposite bank, and Brambleclaw struck out, kicking strongly across the flow of water. To his relief, his paws scraped on pebbles18; a heartbeat later he managed to stand and flounder into the shallows.
Panting, he hauled himself onto the bank and shook himself vigorously.
Suddenly fresh RiverClan scent wafted19 into his nostrils20; he dived into a clump21 of bracken and peered out between the fronds22. A moment later he murmured thanks to StarClan as Feathertail and Stormfur—the two cats he wanted to see—
appeared farther along the riverbank.
Brambleclaw plunged out of the bracken and stood shivering in front of them. “Hi,” he mewed.
“Great StarClan!” Stormfur looked him up and down.
“Have you been for a swim?”
“I fell off the stepping-stones. Feathertail, can I have a word with you?”
“Of course. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Feathertail, have you had another dream?”
The gray she-cat looked puzzled. “No. Why, have you?”
“Yes.” Settling into the grass so they could talk more comfortably, Brambleclaw told them quickly about the sun-drown place and the cave with teeth, feeling his fur bristle23 with fear again. “I spoke24 to Ravenpaw this morning—you know, the loner who lives near Highstones? He says the sun-drown place W A R R I O R S : T H E N E W P R O P H E C Y : M I D N I G H T
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is real. And he told me that StarClan’s prophecies are always vague. We need the faith and courage of warriors25 to understand them, and to trust that what StarClan wants us to do is right.”
“Which is what?” Stormfur queried27.
“I . . . I think we should go to the sun-drown place,”
Brambleclaw replied, his belly28 churning with tension. “That’swhere StarClan will tell us what we need to know.”
Feathertail had listened in silence, her blue gaze fixed on his face. When he stopped speaking, she nodded slowly. “I think you’re right.”
“What?” Stormfur sprang to his paws. “Are you mad? You don’t even know where this place is.”
Feathertail flicked29 him with her tail. “No, but StarClan will guide us.”
Brambleclaw waited tensely. If Stormfur refused to agree, he might tell Leopardstar what was going on, and the Clan could stop Feathertail from leaving with him.
The gray warrior26 paced along the bank and back again, his tail fluffed up in agitation30. “Faith and courage—we’d certainly need those if we went to this place,” he muttered. “I’m still not convinced that you’re right, mind you,” he added wryly31 to Brambleclaw. “But if you’re not, maybe StarClan will send another sign to turn us back.”
Feathertail’s blue eyes glowed. “Does that mean you’ll come with us?”
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dreams, but an extra warrior could be useful.”
“You’re right.” Brambleclaw was so relieved to have won their agreement that he did not try to argue. “Thanks, both of you.”
“So when do we leave?” Stormfur mewed.
“I thought the day before half-moon,” Brambleclaw suggested. “That should give us enough time to talk to the others.”
Rising to his paws, he padded down to the water’s edge.
The sun was going down, red behind bars of dark cloud. A breeze ruffled32 his drying fur and he shivered again, less from cold than from the thought of the path they had to travel.
“I know Tawnypelt will come if I ask her,” he meowed,
“but what about Crowpaw? He’d rather eat fox dung than go on a journey with us. But if all the cats StarClan have chosen don’t go together, we might fail the prophecy.”
“Crowpaw will understand,” Feathertail tried to reassure33 him, though Brambleclaw wished he had her confidence.
“We’ll help you persuade him,” Stormfur offered. “He comes to the river to drink every day about sunset. It’s too late now, so why don’t we meet there tomorrow and talk to him together?”
“Okay.” Brambleclaw blinked his gratitude34. Somehow, the prophecy seemed to weigh less heavily when he was sharing it with friends. “Provided he comes, after this rain. WindClan should have water of their own now, remember.”
“If he doesn’t come,” mewed Feathertail, sounding determined35, “we’ll just have to think of something else.”
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More rain fell during the night. WindClan’s moorland streams would be flowing again without a doubt, making Brambleclaw more anxious than ever that the WindClan apprentice36 would not come into RiverClan territory to drink.
He was restless all day; Cloudtail, on hunting patrol with him and Dustpelt, kept asking if he had ants in his fur.
When the fresh-kill pile had been restocked, Brambleclaw managed to slip out of camp again on his own. He especially wanted to avoid Squirrelpaw, who was bound to ask him where he was going.
The sun was sinking by the time he reached the border with RiverClan, in sight of the Twoleg bridge. It wasn’t long before he saw the two RiverClan warriors climbing the riverbank and scooting across the bridge with their heads low.
Stormfur beckoned37 with his tail, and Brambleclaw raced across the border to meet him and Feathertail at the near end of the bridge.
“Better hide,” Stormfur meowed. “We don’t know how many WindClan cats will come, and you’re not supposed to be here.”
Brambleclaw nodded. The three cats crept into the shelter of a thornbush near the place where the WindClan cats came to drink. Just below their hiding place the river raced noisily past, its brown water flecked with foam38 as it poured out of the gorge39.
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direction of Fourtrees. The Clan leader, Tallstar, came first, followed by Onewhisker and a ginger40 warrior Brambleclaw didn’t recognize. Other cats came after them and Brambleclaw’s heart began to race uncomfortably when he spotted41 Crowpaw among them with his mentor42, Mudclaw.
The WindClan cats padded down the slope to the riverbank and crouched at the water’s edge to drink. Frustrated43, Brambleclaw saw that Crowpaw stayed in the middle of the group, too far away to call to him without other cats hearing.
“I’ll have to go and fetch him,” Feathertail murmured. She slipped out from underneath44 the bush and headed for the river.
Brambleclaw watched her greet the WindClan cats, stopping to speak briefly45 with Morningflower, one of the WindClan elders. Their exchange was polite, though not friendly; Brambleclaw wondered how long the Clans46’ uneasy alliance over the water would last if WindClan went on coming to drink now that the drought was over.
Soon Feathertail went to crouch12 beside Crowpaw at the water’s edge. Brambleclaw dug his claws into the ground as he watched her straighten up again, shake water from her whiskers, and set off back to the thornbush. Crowpaw was not following her; had the WindClan apprentice decided47 he wanted no more to do with the mission, or had Feathertail been unable to tell him about the meeting?
“What’s the matter?” he hissed48 as Feathertail crawled back into the shelter of the branches. “Did you talk to him?”
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“It’s okay.” Feathertail pushed her muzzle49 into his side.
“He’s coming. He just doesn’t want WindClan to see.”
While she was speaking, Crowpaw backed away from the river and began to pad up the bank toward the bush. His Clan mates were still drinking. A couple of foxlengths away he glanced around casually50 and then dived for the bush before any cat could notice him go.
As the leaves rustled51 into place around him he glared at Brambleclaw with hostility52 in his green eyes. “I thought I could smell ThunderClan,” he growled53. “What do you want now?”
Brambleclaw exchanged an apprehensive54 glance with Feathertail. This wasn’t a good start. “I’ve had another dream,”
he began, swallowing nervously55.
“What sort of dream?” Crowpaw’s voice was cold. “I haven’t had one. Why would StarClan send you a dream and not me?”
Stormfur raised his hackles and Brambleclaw bit back a sharp response. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
A grunt56 was Crowpaw’s only reply, but he listened in silence as Brambleclaw described what he had seen. “Ravenpaw, the loner who lives on the far side of your territory, visited the camp yesterday,” he finished. “He told me that the sun-drown place is real. I . . . I think StarClan are telling us to go there.
And we should go soon, all of us, in case the rest of the prophecy comes true and the Clans are in too much trouble to be saved.”
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this,” he meowed. “You’re asking us to leave our Clans and go trekking57 off into the unknown—StarClan knows how far!—
just because you’ve had a dream that none of us have had?
Who died and made you leader?”
Brambleclaw found it hard to meet his eyes; Crowpaw was only echoing his own doubts. “I’m not trying to be leader,” he stammered58. “I’m just telling you what I think StarClan want.”
“I’m willing to go,” Feathertail added. “Even though I haven’t had another dream.”
“Then you’re more mouse-brained than he is,” Crowpaw retorted. “Well, I won’t go. I’ll be made a warrior soon. I’ve worked hard for it, and I’m not leaving the Clan so close to the end of my training.”
“But Crowpaw—” Brambleclaw started to protest.
“No!” The apprentice showed his teeth in a snarl59. “I’m not coming. What would my Clan think?”
“Maybe they’ll honor you,” Stormfur meowed. The gray warrior’s eyes were serious. “Think, Crowpaw! If trouble is really coming, worse than anything we’ve seen before, what will the Clans think of the cats who help them? They’ll understand how much faith we had to place in StarClan, that they were leading us on a genuine mission, and they’ll know how much courage it took to do this.”
“But you weren’t chosen!” Crowpaw pointed60 out. “It doesn’t matter to you one way or the other.”
“Maybe not, but I’m coming anyway,” Stormfur told him.
“And the reason StarClan aren’t giving us clear instruc-tions is because they want us to show faith and courage,”
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Brambleclaw added. “Those are the qualities that a true warrior needs.”
“Please, Crowpaw!” Feathertail’s eyes shone. “The mission might fail without you. Remember that you were chosen—the only apprentice singled out by StarClan. They must believe that you can do this.”
Crowpaw hesitated, looking at her. The red light of sunset had faded, leaving them in twilight61, and Brambleclaw could hear and scent the WindClan cats as they passed the bush on their way back to their own territory. Crowpaw would have to leave with them before they noticed he was missing; there was no more time to plead or reason with him.
“All right,” Crowpaw meowed at last. “I’ll come.” His eyes narrowed as he gazed at Brambleclaw. “Just don’t start telling me what to do. Dreams or no dreams, I’m not going to take orders from you!”
Brambleclaw picked his way along the stone-lined tunnel under the Thunderpath, skirting the puddles62 that had formed there since the rain. Darkness lay all around, along with the reek63 of ShadowClan.
He had come here straight from the encounter with Crowpaw. The RiverClan warriors had offered to come with him, but Brambleclaw thought it was too risky64. Alone, he would be less of a threat if ShadowClan warriors found him on their territory. Emerging on the other side of the Thunderpath, he tasted the air for fresh scents of ShadowClan warriors, but detected nothing except the damp odors of the marshy65 ground.
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His belly skimming the earth, he darted66 across an open space and into the shelter of some bushes.
There were few tall trees in ShadowClan territory. Most of the ground was choked with brambles and nettles67, separated by shallow pools of water. Brambleclaw’s paws sank into the peaty earth at every step, and he shivered as his belly fur grew soaked.
“How do ShadowClan stand it?” he muttered. “It’s so wet, I’m surprised they haven’t all got webbed paws!”
He had a pretty good idea of where he might find Tawnypelt. She had once told him about a huge chestnut68 tree beside the stream that led down into ThunderClan territory.
Her eyes had glowed as she described this favorite spot for sunning herself and catching69 squirrels, making Brambleclaw wonder if she was secretly missing the trees of ThunderClan.
With any luck, she might be there now.
Brambleclaw located the stream and began to follow it, sometimes gritting70 his teeth and splashing through the shallows in the hope of hiding his scent from ShadowClan warriors. He saw a patrol crossing the stream a short way ahead, and crouched down behind a clump of sedge until they had vanished into the undergrowth and their scent faded away.
Not long after that he came to the chestnut tree. Its roots twisted around him, stretching down into the stream.
Brambleclaw thought he could detect his sister’s scent, but under the thick canopy71 of leaves it was too dark to see her.
“Tawnypelt!” he called softly. “Are you there?”
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bowling72 him over. He let out a startled yowl that broke off as his muzzle was pressed into the damp earth. A paw landed on his neck, pinning him with barely sheathed73 claws, and a voice growled close to his ear, “What are you doing here, you stupid furball?”
Brambleclaw let out a gasp74 of relief. The claws retracted75 and the weight lifted off him, letting him scramble76 to his paws. Tawnypelt was perched on a tree root, looking down at him.
“If you’re found here, you’ll be crowfood,” she hissed.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Something’s happened. I’ve had another dream.”
Brambleclaw quickly told her about it.
Tawnypelt settled herself on the root to listen. “So Ravenpaw reckons it’s a real place,” she mused77 when he had finished. “And you think StarClan wants us to go there. They don’t ask much, do they?”
Brambleclaw felt his ears droop78. “You mean you won’t come?”
His sister’s tail twitched79 irritably80. “Did I say that? Of course I’m coming. But no cat says I have to like it. And what about Stormfur? Why does he have to get involved? StarClan haven’t chosen him.”
Brambleclaw sighed. “I know. But try stopping him. Besides, he’s a good warrior, and we might be glad of his support. We don’t know what we’re going to meet out there. And another thing,” he added. “He and Feathertail do everything together. I think it comes of having their father in another Clan.”
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“I can understand that.” Tawnypelt’s tone was dry, and her brother realized how much sympathy she might have for the two RiverClan warriors. Her father was dead and both her brother and her mother, Goldenflower, remained in ThunderClan. Tawnypelt might well feel like a stranger in the Clan she had chosen. But Brambleclaw recognized the pride that would not let her voice her loneliness, and her determination to be a loyal ShadowClan warrior. Regret surged through him, not for the first time, as he thought what a loss she was to ThunderClan.
“You will serve your Clan well by coming on this journey,”
he reminded her.
“That’s true.” A trace of eagerness crept into Tawnypelt’s voice, and grew stronger as she went on. “StarClan must have chosen us because they think we’re the right cats. We must have something to offer that no other cats can give.” She sprang down from the root and landed with a soft thud at Brambleclaw’s side. “ShadowClan has many strong warriors to keep up the patrols. They can do without me for a while.
When do we leave?”
Brambleclaw let out an affectionate purr. “Not right now!
I told the others the night before the half-moon. We’ll meet at Fourtrees.”
Tawnypelt’s tail lashed9 with enthusiasm. “I’ll be ready. And now,” she added, “I’d better show you to the border. Even one of StarClan’s chosen can get his fur ripped off for trespassing81.”
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