“Spottedleaf!” Leafpaw called desperately1 into theforest. There was no reply. The wise medicine cat had guided her many times before in dreams; if ever Leafpaw had needed Spottedleaf’s help, it was now.
“Spottedleaf, where are you?” she called again.
The trees did not even tremble in the breeze. No prey2-sound whispered in the shadows. The silence tore at Leafpaw’s heart like a claw.
Suddenly an unfamiliar4 yowl echoed in her ears, forcing its way into her dream. Leafpaw opened her eyes with a jolt5. For a moment she couldn’t think where she was. Her fur was ruffled6 by a cold draft, and instead of a soft, mossy nest there was a strange, cold, shiny web beneath her paws. She stood up in panic, and more shiny web grazed her ears. Wherever she was, it was a very small space, hardly taller than she was. Taking a deep breath, Leafpaw forced herself to look around, and everything came rushing back to her.
She was trapped in a tiny den3, with walls, floor, and roof made entirely8 from cold, hard web. There was just enough space to stand and stretch, but no more. It was packed among other dens9 lining10 every wall of a small wooden Twoleg nest.
Leafpaw longed to see the stars, to breathe in the comforting presence of StarClan and know they were watching her, but when she looked up she saw nothing but the nest’s steeply pitched roof. The only light came from a shaft12 of moonlight that streamed through a small hole in the wall at one end of the nest. Her den was on top of others; the one directly below was empty, but beneath that she could just make out a bundle of dark fur. Another cat? Not a forest cat, since its scent13 was unfamiliar. The shape was so still, it must have been sleeping. If it was alive at all, Leafpaw thought grimly.
She listened again for the yowl, but the cat that had cried out was silent now, and Leafpaw could hear only the soft mewling and shuffling14 of cats trapped in the other dens. She sniffed15 the air but recognized no scents16. An acrid17 Twoleg stench filled the nest, tinged18 with fear. Leafpaw unsheathed her claws, feeling them catch on the shiny web.
StarClan, where are you?The thought fleetingly19 crossed her mind that she was already dead, but she thrust it away with a shudder20 that made her claws scrape against the floor of the den.
“You’re awake at last,” whispered a voice.
Leafpaw jumped and craned her neck to look over her shoulder. A heap of tabby fur stirred in the den beside hers, and she smelled the unmistakable Twoleg-tainted scent of a kittypet. There had been kindness in the she-cat’s voice, but Leafpaw felt too wretched to reply. Her mind flooded with bitter memories of how the Twolegs had trapped her while she was hunting with Sorreltail and brought her to this awful place. She had been separated from her Clan11 and locked in darkness. Overwhelmed by despair, she buried her nose in her paws and closed her eyes.
Another voice sounded from a den farther along. It was too quiet to make out the words, but there was something familiar about it. Leafpaw lifted her muzzle22 to taste the air, but all she could smell was a sour tang that reminded her of the herbs Cinderpelt used for cleaning wounds. The voice spoke24 again, and Leafpaw strained her ears to listen.
“We must get out of here,” the cat was mewing.
Another cat answered from the far side of the nest. “How? There’s no way out.”
“We can’t just sit here waiting to die!” the first voice insisted. “There have been other cats here—I can smell them, and their fear-scent. I don’t know what happened to them, but whatever it was must have scared their fur off. We’ve got to get out before webecome nothing but stale fear-scent!”
“There’s no way out, you mouse-brain,” came a rough mew. “Shut up and let us sleep.”
The words made Leafpaw feel sick with fear and sadness. She didn’t want to die here! She flattened25 her ears and closed her eyes, clawing for the safety of sleep.
“Wake up!” A voice hissed26 in Leafpaw’s ear, jolting27 her out of troubled dreams.
She lifted her head and looked around. Watery28 sunlight filtered in through the hole in the wall, though it did nothing to lift the chill from her fur. In the weak dawn light she could see the tabby she-cat in the den next to her more clearly. The stranger was soft and well groomed29, and Leafpaw was conscious of her own matted pelt23 as she stared at her. She was definitely a kittypet, plump and soft-muscled beneath her tabby pelt.
“Are you all right?” asked the kittypet, her eyes wide with worry. “You sounded as if you were in pain.”
“I was dreaming,” Leafpaw replied hoarsely31. Her voice felt strange, as if she hadn’t spoken for several days, and as she spoke memories of her nightmare came flooding back: images of water-swollen rivers scarlet32 with blood—and great birds swooping33 out of the sky with thorn-sharp claws. For a heartbeat, Leafpaw saw Feathertail hidden in darkness and then swathed in starlight, and without understanding why, her paws trembled.
Outside a Twoleg monster roared into wakefulness, bringing her back to the wooden nest and the den that pressed around her
“You don’t look well,” the kittypet commented. “Try eating some breakfast. There’s some in the corner of your cage.”
Cage?Leafpaw wondered at the strange word. “Is that what this den is called?” The kittypet was nodding through the web that separated the two “cages” toward a half-empty holder34 of stinking35 pellets.
Leafpaw looked at the Twoleg food in disgust. “I’m not eating that!”
“Then at least sit up and give yourself a wash,” the kittypet urged. “You’ve been hunched36 up like a wounded mouse since the workfolk brought you here.”
Leafpaw twitched37 her shoulders but didn’t move.
“They didn’t hurt you when they caught you, did they?” the kittypet asked. There was concern in her voice.
“No,” Leafpaw mumbled38.
“Then get up and wash yourself,” she went on more briskly. “You’re no use to yourself or any cat moping around like that.”
Leafpaw did not want to get up and wash herself. The web floor scratched against her paws, and blood oozed39 from beneath one of her claws. Her eyes stung with the filthy40 air that filtered into the nest, fouled41 by the monsters outside. And StarClan had sent no comfort to ease the desperate fear that gripped her heart.
“Get up!” repeated the kittypet, more firmly this time.
Leafpaw twisted her head around to glare at her, but the kittypet held her gaze.
“We’re going to find some way to escape,” she mewed. “Unless you get up, stretch your muscles, and have something to eat and drink, you’re going to be left behind. And I’m not leaving any cat here if I can help it!”
Leafpaw blinked. “Do you know a way out of here?”
“Not yet,” admitted the kittypet. “But you might be able to help me find one if only you’d stop feeling sorry for yourself.”
Leafpaw knew she was right. She wouldn’t solve anything by curling up and waiting to die. Besides, she wasn’t ready to join StarClan. She was an apprentice42 medicine cat—her Clan needed her here, in the forest. Whatever was left of it.
Pushing away the misery43 that had sapped her strength, she pulled herself up onto her paws. Her cramped44 muscles screamed in protest as she uncurled her tail and flexed45 her legs.
“That’s better,” purred the kittypet. “Now turn around. There’s more room to stretch if you face the other way.”
Leafpaw obediently wriggled46 around and reached her paws to the corner of the cage, gripping the web to brace48 herself. As she stretched, pressing her chest down and flexing49 her shoulders, she felt her stiff muscles soften50. Feeling a little better, she began to wash herself, swiping her tongue over her flank.
The kittypet huddled51 closer to the mesh52 and watched her with bright blue eyes. “I’m Cody,” she meowed. “What are you called?”
“Leafpaw.”
“Leafpaw?” echoed Cody. “What an odd name.” She shrugged53 and carried on. “Well, bad luck on getting caught, Leafpaw. Did you lose your collar too? I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t pulled mine off—the wretched thing! I thought I was so clever managing to wriggle47 out of it, but if I’d still been wearing it, the workfolk would have taken me home instead of bringing me here.” She tucked in her chin and licked an unkempt clump54 of fur on her chest. “My housefolk are going to be mad with worry. If I’m not in by midnight they start rushing around the garden shaking the pellet pot and calling for me. It’s nice that they care, but I can look after myself.”
Leafpaw couldn’t help letting out a purr of amusement. “A kittypet, look after itself? If it weren’t for the food the Twolegs give you, you’d starve!”
“Twolegs?”
“Sorry.” Leafpaw corrected herself for the kittypet’s benefit. “Housefolk.”
“Well, where do you get your food from?” asked Cody.
“I hunt for it.”
“I caught a mouse once…” Cody meowed defensively.
“I catch all my food,” Leafpaw retorted. For a moment, she forgot she was trapped in a stifling55 cage, and saw only the green forest rustling56 with the tiny sounds of prey. “And I catch enough for the elders, too.”
Cody narrowed her blue eyes. “Are you one of those woodland cats that Smudge talks about?”
“I’m a Clan cat,” Leafpaw told her.
Cody’s gaze clouded with confusion. “A Clancat?”
“There are four Clans57 in the forest,” Leafpaw explained. “We each have our own territory and customs, but we all live together under StarClan.” She saw Cody’s eyes stretch wide, and she went on. “StarClan are our warrior58 ancestors. They live in Silverpelt.” She flicked59 her tail toward the roof, indicating the sky. “All Clan cats will join StarClan one day.”
“Smudge never mentioned any Clans,” murmured Cody.
“Who’s Smudge?”
“A cat from another garden. He had a friend a long time ago, a kittypet who went off to join the woodland cats…I mean Clans.”
“My father was born a kittypet,” meowed Leafpaw. “He left his Twolegs to join ThunderClan.”
Cody pressed herself against the shiny web that separated them. “What’s your father called?”
Leafpaw stared back at her. “Do you think he might be that cat your friend used to know?”
Cody nodded. “Maybe! What is his name?”
“Firestar.”
Cody shook her head. “Smudge’s friend was called Rusty60.” She sighed. “Not Firestar.”
“But he wasn’t always Firestar,” Leafpaw mewed. “That’s his Clan name. It’s a leader’s name. He had to earn it, just as he had to earn his warrior name.”
Cody glanced at her thoughtfully. “Names are important to the Clans, then?”
“Very. I mean, each kit21 is given a name that means something, that recognizes the way it is different from all its Clanmates.” She paused. “I guess you could say that we are given the name we deserve.”
“What did your father do to deserve the name Firestar?”
“His pelt is as orange as flame,” Leafpaw told her. “So when he came to ThunderClan, the leader named him Fire—” She broke off. Cody was staring at her in astonishment61.
“It mustbe Smudge’s friend!” she gasped62. “Smudge always said Rusty had the brightest orange pelt he’d ever seen. And now he’s the leader of your Clan! Wow, I can’t wait to tell Smudge!”
A pang63 of sorrow gripped Leafpaw’s heart as she wondered if Cody would have another chance to speak to Smudge, or if she herself would ever see her father again. Oh, StarClan,
help us!
Cody glanced down at the floor as if she had followed Leafpaw’s terrified thoughts. “Your ears look like another wash wouldn’t do any harm,” she mewed, changing the subject.
Leafpaw licked her paw and drew it over one ear as Cody continued. “Your father must be wondering where you’ve gone. I bet he’s as worried about you as my housefolk are about me.”
“Yes,” Leafpaw agreed, though privately64 she doubted that Twolegs had the same connection with their cats as she did with her kin7. She reminded herself that Cody seemed devoted65 to her housefolk—she sounded as concerned about them as Leafpaw was about her Clanmates. “We must find a way out of here.” Her voice hardened with determination. Firestar was already worried enough about Squirrelpaw without another daughter going missing.
She stared at the hole high up in the nest wall where the sunshine filtered in, and wondered if it was big enough for a cat to squeeze through. She might just manage it, even if she left some fur behind. But how could she escape from her cage? She studied the catch that held the door shut.
“It’s no use,” Cody mewed, following her gaze. “I’ve tried reaching my paw through, but I can’t get a grip on the catch.”
“Do you know why the Twolegs are trapping us like this?” Leafpaw asked, dragging her eyes away from the door.
Cody shrugged. “I suppose they think we get in the way of what they’re doing in the forest,” she mewed. “They caught me after I chased a squirrel into the woods, farther than I usually go. One of the monsters came roaring through the trees, and I panicked. I was so startled I didn’t see the workfolk all around. One of them scooped66 me up and shoved me in here. Even without my collar, he must have been as stupid as a pup to mistake me for a forest cat!” She bristled67 indignantly, then let her fur lie flat as she caught Leafpaw’s eye. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I mean, you’re much nicer than I thought you’d be,” she finished awkwardly.
Leafpaw shrugged. Forest cat or kittypet, they were equally trapped. “I don’t usually come to this part of the woods either,” she meowed. “I was looking for Cloudtail and Brightheart, two of my Clanmates.”
Cody tipped her head to one side.
“They went missing not long ago,” Leafpaw explained. “Some of the Clan thought they’d just run away, but I know they’d never leave their kit.”
“So you decided68 the Twolegs must have caught them and came looking for them,” Cody guessed.
“I didn’t even know the Twolegs were trapping cats,” Leafpaw mewed. “I just followed a clue, and I came across the scent of a RiverClan cat who’d gone missing too.”
She paused, her fur prickling. If Cloudtail, Brightheart, and Mistyfoot had been trapped by the Twolegs, they could be here now! She stared frantically69 around the nest, brighter now as the morning light strengthened. Finally she saw a shape she had hoped to find, the tortoiseshell-splashed fur familiar even in the gloom.
“Brightheart!” Leafpaw tried to call her Clanmate’s name, but a new noise silenced her cry. The nest door opened and light streamed in. Leafpaw quickly scanned the cages for more familiar shapes as a Twoleg marched into the nest.
The Twoleg began opening each cage and tossing something inside. When it reached hers, Leafpaw jumped back. She watched, trembling in fear, as the Twoleg dropped fresh pellets into the pot near the front and slopped stinking water into the holder beside it. But when the Twoleg opened Cody’s cage, the kittypet brushed against its giant paw, purring as the Twoleg stroked her soft fur.
The Twoleg shut Cody’s door and left the nest. The cages were plunged70 once more into shadow.
“How could you let it touch you?” Leafpaw hissed.
“The workfolk might be our best way out of here,” Cody pointed71 out. “If I can persuade it that I’m nothing but a poor lost kittypet, it might let me go. You should try it too.”
Leafpaw shuddered72 at the idea of any Twoleg touching73 her, and she knew her Clanmates would feel the same. She tried to find the cage where she had recognized Brightheart’s soft pelt.
“Brightheart!” she called, her tail twitching74 anxiously.
“Yes,” came the wary75 reply. “Who’s that?”
Leafpaw pressed herself against the front of her cage, feeling the web hard and cold through her fur. “It’s Leafpaw!”
“Leafpaw!” The voice came from somewhere else in the nest, and Leafpaw let out a muffled76 purr as she recognized Cloudtail’s familiar mew. She searched the cages until she saw his thick white pelt.
“You’re both still alive!” Leafpaw exclaimed.
“Are those the cats you were looking for?” Cody asked.
Leafpaw nodded.
“Leafpaw?” Another voice came from the gloom. “It’s me, Mistyfoot.”
“Mistyfoot!” Leafpaw echoed. “I thought I found your scent before I was trapped! What were you doing so far from the RiverClan border?”
“I wouldn’t have been caught in that fox-hearted Twoleg trap if I hadn’t been chasing a thieving WindClan warrior off my territory,” growled77 the she-cat.
A trembling meow sounded from below. “I didn’t know it was a trap when I hid in it.”
“Who’s that?” Leafpaw asked, peering down.
“Gorsetail of WindClan,” came the reply.
“Are there any other Clan cats here?” Leafpaw called, only half hoping for a reply. However relieved she was to find that her Clanmates and friends were still alive, she’d far rather no forest cats had been caught at all—herself included. But she heard only the steady crunching78 of pellets as the other trapped cats ate their food.
“There’s about the same amount of rogues80 here as Clan cats,” Mistyfoot hissed.
“What are rogues?” Cody whispered in alarm.
“They’re cats who choose not to belong to a Clan,” Leafpawexplained. “Or to Twolegs, either.”
“They care only about themselves,” Mistyfoot added.
“Yeah, well, look where caring about your Clanmates got you,” muttered a reproachful voice near the floor of the nest.
Leafpaw strained her eyes and saw a scraggly old tom with ripped ears crouching81 in a cage on the floor.
“Ignore him,” spat82 Cody. “He’ll be no help.”
“Do you know him?” Leafpaw asked in surprise.
“He used to steal from my housefolks’ garbage,” Cody explained. “He may call himself a rogue79, or whatever, but he’s no better than a rat, if you ask me.”
“Do you live in Twolegplace?” Cloudtail called to Cody. “Do you know a cat called Princess?”
“A tabby with white paws?”
“Yes.” Cloudtail’s eyes shone in the gloom. “She’s my mother! How is she?”
“She’s great,” Cody answered. “A dog came to live in the next house—a yappy thing—but Princess soon let him know it was her territory. She sat on the fence and hissed at him till he went running for cover!”
“Look,” Mistyfoot snapped. “This is all very heartwarming, but can we figure out a way to escape?”
“Does any cat know what the Twolegs are planning to do with us?” Brightheart’s voice was hoarse30 with terror.
“What do you thinkthey’re going to do with us?” muttered the rogue tom. “They didn’t catch us and lock us up in this stinking hut because they’re fond of cats.”
“At least they’re feeding us,” Cody mewed quickly. “Even if it’s not quite as tasty as I’m used to.”
Leafpaw glanced at her. “Let’s concentrate on finding a way out of here, like Mistyfoot suggested,” she mewed.
“Why don’t you all just shut up?” hissed the rogue. “You’ll bring the Twoleg back with all your mewling.”
As he spoke the noise of heavy footsteps sounded outside, and Leafpaw froze. She pressed herself to the back of her cage as the Twoleg came in with another cage. Leafpaw could tell by the fear-scent that a she-cat crouched83 inside, but she didn’t recognize its smell. With a guilty pang of relief, she knew that the latest victim of the Twoleg traps was definitely not a Clan cat.
Another rogue, she decided as the Twoleg placed the cage on top of Cloudtail’s. And judging by the other rogues in here, she won’t be
much help with planning a way to get out.
But as soon as the Twoleg left the nest she heard Mistyfoot exclaim in astonishment, “Sasha!”
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