CHAPTER 9
“Hey, Squirrelflight!”
Squirrelflight looked up from the mouse she was eating beside the fresh-kill pile. Her fur was ruffled1 uncomfortably by a cold wind. The weather had been gray and blustery for several days and the promise of early newleaf had vanished.
“Want to go for a hunt?” Cloudtail asked, strolling up to her. “Brackenfur and Spiderleg are coming.”
“Great!” Squirrelflight replied.
Brackenfur was talking to Ashfur and the two apprentices3 near the thorn tunnel. He seemed to be giving them an order, waving his tail for emphasis. Then Ashfur led the two apprentices toward the elders’ den4, while Brackenfur strode over to join Squirrelflight and Cloudtail.
“Ashfur is going to supervise Whitepaw and Birchpaw while they do their duties for the elders,” he explained. “They keep asking to work together.”
Squirrelflight could understand why. Whitepaw had been the only apprentice2 since Spiderleg had been made a warrior5 more than a moon ago, while Birchpaw had been alone in the nursery since the Clan6 came to their new territory. Squirrelflight remembered how much fun it had been to train with others when she had been an apprentice. Her best friend then had been Shrewpaw, who had died on their journey to the lake; she would have liked to train with Leafpool, but right from a tiny kit7 her sister had seemed to know that her path led to the medicine cat’s den.
Swallowing the last gulp8 of mouse, Squirrelflight sprang to her paws. “Where are we going?” she asked, licking a paw and swiping it over her jaws9 to remove the traces of fresh-kill.
“I thought we might try the stream close to the lake,” Brackenfur replied. “There’s good cover there, plenty of places for prey10 to hide. Where’s Spiderleg?” he added.
Before Cloudtail could answer, the long-legged black warrior pushed his way out through the branches of the warriors11’ den and bounded across the clearing. “What are we waiting for?” he demanded.
Wind thrashed the branches above their heads and almost flattened13 the ferns as the four cats headed toward the stream. Squirrelflight shivered as it tugged14 her fur the wrong way, but there was something exhilarating about it too, as if it would make her senses keener and her paws run faster. Gradually she quickened her pace until she was racing15 through the woods with her tail streaming out behind her.
“Wait for us!” Brackenfur called.
Cloudtail was running alongside her, his white pelt16 almost brushing hers, and Brackenfur caught up on her other side. With a yowl of triumph Spiderleg flashed past all three of them, his long legs eating up the ground.
“Don’t go too far ahead!” Cloudtail panted. “You’ll scare all the prey.”
Squirrelflight slowed down; the run had stretched her muscles and made her feel she had enough energy for anything. They caught up with Spiderleg near the top of the bank that led down to the stream; he twitched17 his tail, warning them to keep silent, and Squirrelflight saw that he had spotted18 a starling. He dropped into the hunter’s crouch19, waggling his hindquarters as he crept up on the bird. He was ready to pounce20 when suddenly the wind changed, parting the grasses that had concealed21 Spiderleg from his prey. The starling let out a loud alarm call. Spiderleg leapt, but the bird fluttered away from his outstretched forepaws and vanished into a tree.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Brackenfur meowed to the younger warrior. “It was just bad luck, the wind changing like that.”
Squirrelflight stood on the bank, listening to the clatter23 of the branches and the stream bubbling below. Downstream, between the trees, she could see the surface of the lake, gray and ridged as the wind swept over it. For a moment she thought she heard another sound, the faint cry of a cat in distress24, but it wasn’t repeated, and Squirrelflight thought she must have imagined it.
Squirrelflight shook her head.
The white warrior opened his jaws and tasted the air. Squirrelflight saw his ears prick26 up, and he exclaimed, “Intruders!”
“WindClan?” Brackenfur joined them and peered down at the stream that formed the border. Even now, at the end of leaf-bare, the slope was covered with grass and fern, where invaders27 could hide as easily as prey.
“No, not WindClan.” Cloudtail drew in the scent again. “I don’t know who it is.”
Squirrelflight tasted the air. Cloudtail was right. There was definitely the scent of a cat—maybe more than one—but it wasn’t from any of the Clans28. It was a pungent29 scent, with a hint of grass, and it was coming from close by.
“Rogues, do you think?” Spiderleg began to creep down the bank.
“Stay where you are!” Cloudtail snapped. “Would you go sticking your nose into a bee’s nest? We need to know what we’re dealing30 with.” He took a pace forward and called out, “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Squirrelflight scanned the ground that led down to the stream, muscles tensed for the first sign of danger. “If they’re looking for trouble, they can have it,” she muttered.
“We know you’re there!” Cloudtail called again. “Come out!”
A tussock of long grass at the edge of the stream parted. To Squirrelflight’s astonishment31 a she-cat with long, cream-colored fur padded out.
“It’s Daisy from the horse place!” Squirrelflight exclaimed. “What are you doing here? Are you lost?” Privately32, she couldn’t believe that even a kittypet could get lost here, when all she had to do was follow the lakeshore back to her home.
The she-cat cowered33 in the shelter of a bush and pressed herself to the ground as she looked up at the warriors. “Please don’t hurt me,” she mewed.
Cloudtail swished his tail. “Stand up, mousebrain,” he snapped. “Let’s find out what’s going on first.”
He padded down the bank until he stood face to face with Daisy. Squirrelflight followed him. The kittypet was a pitiful sight: her long-furred pelt was muddy and tangled35 with burrs, and her blue eyes were blank with exhaustion36.
“What’s wrong? Has something happened at the horse place?”
Daisy blinked up at her, but before she could reply a mewling cry rose from the other side of the bush.
He pushed past Daisy and shouldered his way into the long grass. Daisy followed him, mewing desperately38, “Don’t hurt my kits!”
Dodging39 around the tussock of grass, Squirrelflight found three tiny kits huddled40 together, their tiny pink mouths stretched open in a wail41 of hunger and confusion. One was creamy-furred like Daisy, the others gray and white like the tomcat, Smoky, from the horse place.
Daisy circled her kits with her body, drawing them close to her with her tail. “Please help us,” she begged.
“What are you doing here?” Squirrelflight asked. “Surely your kits are too young to travel all this way?”
Daisy bent43 down and licked the cream-colored kit. “When Floss had her kits, the Nofurs took them away.”
Nofursmust be Twolegs, Squirrelflight thought. “Why would they do that?”
Daisy shook her head. “No cat knows. They were so young their eyes weren’t even open.”
Cloudtail let out a hiss44 of anger. “Fox dung! If I’d been there I’d have clawed their stupid faces.”
“What good would that do?” Daisy asked, her eyes brimming with sorrow. “The kits would still be gone. Floss will never see them again. So when I had mine,” she went on, lifting her head defiantly45, “I decided46 to leave before the Nofurs found them. I saw lots of cats going past our fence in this direction, and I thought some of you would be friendly.” She turned her huge, trusting blue eyes on Cloudtail.
The warrior bent his head to sniff47 the three little scraps48 of fur. The kits shrank away, shivering, and their mews grew shrill49 with panic.
“You will help us, won’t you?” Daisy went on. “Back there”—she pointed50 with her tail toward WindClan territory—“some cats drove us off.”
“That would be WindClan,” Brackenfur meowed. “Don’t worry, you’re in ThunderClan territory now.”
Daisy nodded. “That must be why they left us alone once we crossed the stream. But I don’t think my kits can go any farther, and I won’t take them back. The Nofurs will steal them if I do.”
“We’ll help you,” Cloudtail promised. “You can bring your kits to our camp.”
Daisy blinked warmly at him. “Oh, thank you! You’re so kind!”
Brackenfur shot Cloudtail a look of surprise. “Fourkittypets?” he murmured. “What’s Firestar going to think about that?”
“Firestar will understand,” Cloudtail replied. “He was a kittypet once, and so was I. Do you have a problem with that, Brackenfur?”
Brackenfur twitched his ears. “Of course not. But I wonder if this is the right time to take in more cats, when we haven’t finished exploring our territory.”
“Well, it’s now or never for these kits,” Squirrelflight pointed out. “We’re not going to send them along the lake into ShadowClan. Come on!”
“Okay, let’s get going,” Cloudtail meowed. “Spiderleg!” he called to the younger warrior who had remained on watch at the top of the bank. “We need some help down here! You three can each carry a kit,” he explained, “and I’ll help Daisy.”
Squirrelflight picked up one of the gray and white kits by the scruff; it let out a wail of terror and started wriggling51. “Shut up. I’m helping52 you,” she muttered through a mouthful of fur.
Brackenfur and Spiderleg each took one of the other kits, and Cloudtail let Daisy lean on his shoulder as they struggled up the bank and made their way slowly back to camp.
When Squirrelflight pushed her way through the thorn tunnel the clearing was deserted53, but as she headed toward the nursery Birchpaw bounded up to her, carrying a ball of dirty moss54 from the elders’ den.
“What have you got there?” he asked, dropping the moss and peering curiously55 at the tiny bundle dangling56 from her mouth. “Oh, wow! Whitepaw, come and look at this!”
The older apprentice followed him out of the elders’ den with more moss. “Kits!” she exclaimed. “Where did you get them?”
Squirrelflight couldn’t explain with a mouthful of kit, so she padded on to the nursery, while the excited apprentices called the rest of the Clan to come and look. Ferncloud appeared from the warriors’ den and stretched her eyes wide when she saw what Squirrelflight and the others were carrying.
“Poor little scraps!” she gasped57. “Bring them into the nursery. Whitepaw, go and fetch Cinderpelt. And Birchpaw, let Firestar know. Are you their mother?” she meowed to Daisy, who had stumbled up with Cloudtail pressed close to her flank. “Don’t worry. We’ll look after all of you.”
Ferncloud ducked into the nursery ahead of Squirrelflight and began pulling moss and bracken together to make a warm, thick nest. Squirrelflight gently set her kit down in the middle of the nest; it had stopped wriggling long ago and lay very still, scarcely breathing. Brackenfur and Spiderleg set down the kits they carried and Daisy lay down beside them, nudging them anxiously.
“Whitepaw says there are kits here. Can I see?” Sorreltail stuck her head into the nursery. When she saw Daisy and her litter she pushed her way through the branches to crouch beside the nest. “Oh, they’re beautiful!” she purred. “Here, let me help you.” She began licking the nearest kit, rubbing its fur the wrong way to warm it up.
Squirrelflight was surprised to see how interested Sorreltail was in the kits, until she noticed how plump the tortoiseshell was looking, and how her scent had changed. She must be expecting Brackenfur’s kits, she thought. That’s great! ThunderClan needs new kits
With Daisy, Sorreltail, and Ferncloud all busily licking, the kits soon started to stir, letting out faint, whimpering cries. But Daisy didn’t look up until all three revived enough to nuzzle into her belly58 and start suckling.
“You saved their lives,” she murmured. “I thought they were all going to die.”
The nursery entrance rustled59 again as Cinderpelt padded in, followed by Leafpool with a mouthful of herbs. Squirrelflight slid across to her sister’s side and whispered, “Do you think Sorreltail is expecting kits?”
Leafpool placed the herbs close to where Daisy was lying. “Of course she’s expecting kits!” she snapped. “Any cat can see it. Where have you been for the last half moon?”
Squirrelflight twitched her ears. Leafpool wasn’t usually so short-tempered. She felt strong emotion coming off her sister’s fur in waves, but Squirrelflight couldn’t make out what it was.
Cinderpelt edged past Spiderleg to reach Daisy and the kits. “What’s this, a Gathering60? Any cat who hasn’t something to do here, out! Give us all room to breathe.”
With a last glance at the new arrivals, Squirrelflight left, along with Spiderleg and Brackenfur. As they emerged into the clearing, Squirrelflight heard Cinderpelt meow, “Daisy, I’ve brought you some herbs to strengthen you and the kits. Don’t worry. You’re all going to be fine.”
In the clearing, the apprentices were chattering61 excitedly, the soiled moss abandoned on the ground. Just outside the nursery, Cloudtail was reporting to Firestar, while several other cats crowded around to listen. Squirrelflight spotted Brambleclaw among them; the tabby tom looked disapproving62—but then Brambleclaw alwayslooked disapproving these days.
He wasn’t the only cat to seem troubled by Daisy’s arrival.
“How long are you going to let them stay?” Dustpelt asked the Clan leader.
Firestar twitched the tip of his tail. “That depends on a lot of things. How long do they want to stay?”
“I don’t think Daisy ever wants to go back to the horse place,” Cloudtail meowed. “The Twolegs took Floss’s kits away, so when her own kits were born she decided to leave in order to keep them safe.”
“That’s a good reason,” Firestar commented.
“Does that mean you’d let them join the Clan? Permanently63?” Brambleclaw’s tone was clearly challenging. “Four kittypets?”
Squirrelflight felt a growl64 rising from the back of her throat. Had Brambleclaw forgotten that Firestar had been a kittypet, and she shared his kittypet blood?
“You only have to look at Daisy to tell she probably never killed a mouse in her life,” Brambleclaw went on, before Squirrelflight could challenge him. “She’ll need a lot of help to live out here.”
“True,” Firestar admitted. “But ThunderClan needs more young cats. We only have two apprentices, and although Sorreltail’s kits will be very welcome, they won’t begin their warrior training for moons.”
Brackenfur and Sorreltail, who had emerged from the nursery to stand beside her mate, blinked proudly at each other.
“But these are kittypets,” Brambleclaw objected. “How are they going to learn—”
“Whatdid you say?” Cloudtail whirled around to face Brambleclaw, his blue eyes slitted with anger. “Have you forgotten that your Clan leader was a kittypet? That Iwas a kittypet? I’ll show you that a kittypet can claw your ears off any time.”
Brambleclaw took a step back, his eyes flaring65. The rest of the cats looked shocked too, including Cloudtail’s mate, Brightheart. Squirrelflight hadn’t realized the white warrior was still so sensitive about his kittypet origins; they were never mentioned by his Clanmates, and he had arrived in ThunderClan as a tiny kit, long before Squirrelflight was born.
“If Cloudtail doesn’t claw you, I will,” she hissed66, padding forward to stand beside the white warrior and glaring furiously at Brambleclaw.
“That’s enough.” Firestar thrust between the bristling67 antagonists68. “Sheathe your claws. There’ll be no fighting here.”
“Thank you for standing69 up for us.” The quiet voice came from behind her. Squirrelflight turned to see that Daisy had appeared at the entrance to the nursery. “I couldn’t help hearing what you were saying. I didn’t intend to join anyone when I left home. I only wanted to save my kits from whatever happened to Floss’s litter. If it’s a problem having us here, we’ll leave as soon as my kits are strong enough to travel.”
“It’s not a problem,” Cloudtail assured her instantly.
“You can stay as long as you want,” Firestar added, padding across to stand in front of Daisy. “But if you decide to leave you need to think very carefully about where you’ll go. The life of a loner is tough. Are you used to catching70 your own food?”
“I bet she can,” Squirrelflight put in, before Daisy could answer. “Barley and Ravenpaw catch mice in their barn, so why shouldn’t Daisy and the others?”
Daisy shook her head, looking a bit embarrassed. “No, we—”
“No, she’d be too fat and lazy to run fast enough,” Sootfur interrupted, loud enough to be heard. Squirrelflight was glad when Mousefur hissed at him and gave him a clout71 around the ear with a sheathed72 paw; she would have done the same if she’d been close enough.
“The Nofurs fed us,” Daisy explained, blinking anxiously. “We did catch mice sometimes, in the barn. But there aren’t very many mice there—and anyway, I expect it’s harder out here.”
“You’re right. It is,” Firestar meowed. “But we’ll show you how, if you decide to stay. And we’ll train your kits in our ways.”
“You don’t have to decide right now,” Cloudtail put in. “Why don’t you go back to your kits now? You need to rest.”
“And we won’t make any decisions without talking to you,” Firestar added. He turned to the apprentices, who were hovering73 on the edge of the group with eyes like full moons. “Birchpaw, fetch Daisy a piece of fresh-kill from the pile, please.”
The young apprentice bounded off.
“Come on, Daisy,” Cloudtail meowed. “Everything will seem better when you’re not hungry and tired.”
Squirrelflight saw Brightheart looking a little disconcerted as her mate touched his nose to Daisy’s flank. The ginger74 and white she-cat watched them walk back to the nursery, then murmured to Whitepaw, “Your father’s doing exactly the right thing. Daisy’s exhausted75, and she must be scared out of her wits.”
Brightheart hurried forward to catch up with Cloudtail and Daisy. “Do you need any help with the kits?” she offered.
Squirrelflight was so used to seeing the injuries Brightheart had received from the dog pack that she didn’t notice them anymore. But she could understand how Daisy, confronted by the bald pink scars and empty eye socket77 for the first time, might be frightened.
She doesn’t have to show it like that, though, Squirrelflight thought crossly. Poor Brightheart!
“I was attacked by dogs.” Brightheart lowered her head and turned the injured side of her face away from Daisy. She stepped back to let Cloudtail and Daisy go into the nursery alone, then she headed across the clearing to the warriors’ den.
“Want to hunt?” Squirrelflight jumped at the sound of Ashfur’s voice behind her. “It doesn’t sound as if your patrol had much chance to bring back fresh-kill.”
“No, we didn’t,” Squirrelflight admitted. “Let’s go now.”
“We’ll need plenty of prey from now on,” Ashfur remarked as they headed to the thorn tunnel. “Four more mouths to feed!”
Squirrelflight was pleased by the warmth in his tone. He was much more welcoming to the new arrivals than Brambleclaw had been, with his scathing78 comments about kittypets. I’m half kittypet myself, she thought. Do you think I shouldn’t be a warrior either, Brambleclaw?
Ducking her head to follow Ashfur through the brambles, Squirrelflight pushed thoughts of Brambleclaw out of her mind. It didn’t make any difference where Daisy came from. ThunderClan was desperately short of young cats, after so many had died during the famine and the journey to the lake. Daisy’s arrival could be exactly what they needed.
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