CHAPTER 1
Brambleclaw stood in the middle ofthe clearing, gazing at what was left of the ThunderClan camp. A crescent moon, thin as a claw, drifted above the trees that surrounded the stone hollow. Its pale light revealed the dens3 trampled5 down, the thorn barrier at the camp entrance broken and tossed aside, and the wounded cats of ThunderClan slowly creeping from the shadows, their fur bristling6 and their eyes stretched wide with shock. Brambleclaw could still hear the trampling7 of the badgers8 as they lumbered10 away. The undergrowth beyond the entrance quivered where they had pushed through, driven off with the help of Onestar and the WindClan warriors12 who had come just in time to help ThunderClan.
But it wasn’t the sight of devastation13 that pricked14 Brambleclaw’s pelt15 and kept his paws frozen to the ground. Two cats he had never thought he’d see again were picking their way carefully among the scattered17 thorns of the entrance barrier. They were uninjured, their pelts18 sleek19 and their eyes alight with alarm.
“Stormfur! What are you doing here?” Brambleclaw called.
The powerful gray tomcat paced forward until he could touch noses with Brambleclaw. “It’s good to see you again,” he meowed. “I . . . I wanted to see if you’d found a place to live. But what has happened here?”
“Badgers,” Brambleclaw replied. He glanced around, wondering where to begin helping20 his wounded and frightened Clanmates
Beside Stormfur, the slender brown tabby she-cat brushed her tail against a long scratch on Brambleclaw’s shoulder. “You’re hurt,” she mewed.
Brambleclaw twitched21 his ears. “It’s nothing. Welcome to ThunderClan, Brook23. I’m sorry you had to travel so far to find us like this.” He paused and looked from one to the other. “Is everything all right in the Tribe of Rushing Water? I never expected you to come visit us so soon.”
Stormfur shot a glance at Brook, so swift Brambleclaw almost missed it. “Everything’s fine,” he meowed. “We just wanted to be sure you had found a new place to live, like StarClan promised.”
Brambleclaw looked around the devastated24 camp, the stricken cats stumbling through the remains25 of their home. “Yes, we found it,” he murmured.
“You said badgersattacked you?” Brook prompted, sounding puzzled.
“They came here on purpose,” Brambleclaw explained. “StarClan knows where they came from, more badgers than I’ve ever seen in my life. They would have killed us all if WindClan hadn’t turned up.” His paws trembled, and he sank his claws into the bloodstained earth to keep himself steady.
Stormfur nodded. “Don’t worry about telling us everything now. What can we do to help?”
Brambleclaw sent a silent prayer of thanks to StarClan that they had chosen this moment to send his old friend back to the Clans26. He and Stormfur had been through a lot together on the first journey to the sun-drown-place, and he could think of few cats he’d rather have beside him now.
He turned his head as a thin wail27 came from a trampled clump28 of ferns at the edge of the hollow. “We need to find all the cats that have been badly wounded. Some will be on their way to join StarClan,” he warned, glancing at Brook. “The badgers came to kill, not drive us out.”
Brook met his gaze steadily29. “Whatever they have done, I want to help. I have seen this kind of savagery30 before from Sharptooth, remember?” Sharptooth was a giant mountain cat that had terrorized the Tribe of Rushing Water for many moons, until the cats from the forest arrived. Stormfur’s sister, Feathertail, had died in the fall that killed the savage31 animal.
“We’ll do whatever we have to,” Stormfur promised. “Just tell us what to do. Are you ThunderClan’s deputy now?”
Brambleclaw studied a fragment of moss32 that was trapped under his front paw. “No,” he admitted. “Firestar has decided33 not to appoint another deputy. He wants to give Graystripe more time to come back.”
“That’s tough.” There was a note of sympathy in Stormfur’s voice that made Brambleclaw wince34. He didn’t want any cat’s pity.
Brambleclaw whipped around, then relaxed as he saw a familiar, pointed36, black-and-white face pushing its way out of a clump of dead bracken.
Stormfur touched Brook’s shoulder lightly with his tail. “That’s Midnight,” he meowed. “She wouldn’t hurt any cats.” He bounded forward to meet the elderly badger9.
Midnight peered at Stormfur with shortsighted eyes. Then she gave a small nod. “Cat friend from journey,” she rumbled37. “Good it is to see you again. And this cat from mountain Tribe, is she not?” she added, gesturing with her snout toward Brook.
“That’s right,” Stormfur meowed. “This is Brook, a prey-hunter from the Tribe of Rushing Water.” He beckoned38 Brook forward with his tail; she went over reluctantly, as if she couldn’t quite believe this badger was friendly. Brambleclaw understood her feelings; he knew Midnight as well as any cat, but it was hard not to look at her bulky shape without remembering snapping jaws39, fierce gleaming eyes, and claws that shredded40 cats’ fur like leaves in newleaf. . . .
There was the sound of heavy paws, and he looked up to see Midnight standing41 beside him. Grief and anger sparked from her berry-bright eyes. “Too late my warning,” she rasped. “Not enough could I do.”
“You brought WindClan to help us,” Brambleclaw pointed out. “Without you, our whole Clan1 would have been wiped out.”
Midnight bowed her head, the white stripe that ran the length of her snout gleaming in the faint moonlight. “Shame for my kin16 I feel.”
“Every cat knows this attack had nothing to do with you,” Brambleclaw told her. “You will always be welcome in this Clan.”
Midnight still looked troubled. Behind her, Brambleclaw spotted42 his Clan leader near the center of the clearing, with Onestar and the WindClan warriors. He padded toward them, motioning with his tail for Stormfur and Brook to follow. A fox-length away, in the shelter of an upturned thornbush, Leafpool was bending over the limp body of Ashfur. For a heartbeat Brambleclaw wondered if the gray warrior11 was dead, until he saw Ashfur’s tail twitch22. StarClan shall not take all our warriors tonight, he thought determinedly43.
Firestar’s chest still heaved from the effort of fighting. His flame-colored pelt was torn, and blood was oozing44 from a long scratch along his flank. Brambleclaw felt a flash of concern. Had his leader lost another life? Whether he had or not, he was badly hurt. I will help him until my last breath, Brambleclaw vowed45. Together, we can bring the Clan through this until we are even stronger than before
In spite of his injuries, Firestar’s eyes were bright and he sat up straight as he faced the WindClan leader, Onestar. “The thanks of all ThunderClan go with you,” he meowed.
“I doubt you’ll have any more trouble with the badgers,” Onestar replied. “But I can leave a couple of warriors behind to keep watch, if you like.”
“No thanks, I don’t think we’ll need them.” The warmth in Firestar’s eyes revealed the long friendship between these two cats. Brambleclaw silently thanked StarClan that the tension between them, which everyone had felt since Onestar became WindClan leader, seemed to be over at last. “Do your warriors need the help of our medicine cat before you go?” the ThunderClan leader added. “If any of them are badly injured, they’re welcome to stay here.”
Brambleclaw glanced across at Leafpool, who was still crouched46 beside Ashfur. When she heard Firestar, she raised her head and stared across the clearing at the WindClan warriors. Brambleclaw felt a stab of sympathy as her gaze sought out one in particular. Two days ago, Crowfeather and Leafpool had abandoned their Clans so that they could be together, but news of the badger attack had brought them home again. Brambleclaw hoped that Leafpool had come home for good; ThunderClan needed her more than ever now that so many cats had been wounded in the badger attack.
Crowfeather was staring down at his paws as if he was deliberately47 avoiding Leafpool’s gaze. Fur was missing from a broad scratch on his flank, but the wound had stopped bleeding and he stood with his weight on all four paws. Webfoot had a torn ear, and the WindClan deputy Ashfoot was bleeding from one shoulder, but none of the wounds looked serious enough to stop the warriors from returning to the WindClan camp.
“I think we’re all fit to travel, thank StarClan,” Onestar answered the ThunderClan leader. “If you’re sure you don’t need our help anymore, we’ll return to our own territory now.”
Crowfeather raised his head and shot one despairing glance at Leafpool. She scrambled48 to her paws, leaving Ashfur, and padded across to meet the WindClan warrior. They stood a little way from the other cats, their heads close together. Standing in the shadows, Brambleclaw couldn’t help overhearing, but he didn’t want to disturb them by moving.
“Good-bye, Crowfeather,” Leafpool murmured, sounding choked with pain. “We . . . we’d better not see each other again.”
Crowfeather’s eyes flashed, and for a heartbeat Brambleclaw thought he was going to protest. Then he shook his head. “You’re right,” he meowed. “It would never have worked. I will never mean enough to you.”
Leafpool sank her claws into the ground. “You mean more to me than you will ever know.”
The tip of Crowfeather’s black tail twitched. “You’re a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I’ll never forget you.”
He and Leafpool touched noses, a delicate contact that lasted less than a heartbeat. Then Crowfeather turned back to his Clanmates. Leafpool watched him go, her eyes clouded with loss
Webfoot gave Crowfeather a dark look, and Weaselfur pointedly49 turned his back on him, but Onestar said nothing, only gathering50 all his warriors together with a sweep of his tail before leading them out of the camp.
“Thank you again!” Firestar called after them. “May StarClan light your path.”
Leafpool stood motionless until Crowfeather’s gray-black figure had vanished into the shadow of the trees, then padded across the clearing toward Cinderpelt’s den4. On the way she flicked51 her tail to summon Brightheart, who had helped Cinderpelt with medicine cat duties in the past.
“Are you sure?” Brightheart asked hesitantly.
“Of course I’m sure.” Leafpool’s voice was ragged52 with exhaustion53 and grief. “Every cat in the Clan is wounded. I’ll be glad of your skills.”
Brightheart’s remaining eye gleamed, and she seemed to shake off some of her own weariness as she followed Leafpool to the den.
“Is that Stormfur and Brook?”
Brambleclaw jumped as a hoarse54 voice spoke55 in his ear. Squirrelflight had appeared beside him. Her dark ginger56 fur was matted with blood and the tip of one ear was torn.
“Can’t you see that it is?” Brambleclaw replied, realizing too late how abrupt57 he sounded. “Sorry—” he began.
Squirrelflight took a pace forward so that her pelt brushed his. She touched the tip of her tail to his mouth to silence him. “Stupid furball,” she whispered.
Brambleclaw tensed, wondering if he was imagining the affection in her green gaze. Glancing past her, he saw Ashfur glaring at him with narrowed eyes.
Squirrelflight didn’t notice Ashfur. She limped past Brambleclaw to touch noses with the visitors. “Thank StarClan you have come,” she meowed, echoing Brambleclaw’s thoughts. “We need all our friends right now.”
Brambleclaw felt his shoulders droop58 in exhaustion just thinking about how much had to be done. Injuries to treat, dens to rebuild, fresh-kill to gather . . . “We’ll speak to Firestar and then get started.”
As they approached the Clan leader, Thornclaw staggered up to them. Blood trickled59 from a deep gash60 above one eye. “Stormfur?” he muttered, shaking his head in confusion. “No, it can’t be.” The golden brown warrior slumped61 to the ground, where he lay panting.
Squirrelflight rested her tail on his shoulder, urging him to lie still until his injuries could be treated. Brambleclaw led Stormfur and Brook up to Firestar.
The Clan leader’s eyes stretched wide in surprise. “Stormfur . . . and Brook! What are you doing here?”
“There’ll be time to explain later,” Stormfur meowed. “For now, Firestar, put us to work.”
Firestar stared around the clearing as if he wasn’t sure where to start. “We should sort out the warriors’ den so the cats who have been hurt most can get some sleep . . . but we need to get the entrance barrier back in place, too.”
The whole camp was devastated, and few of the ThunderClan cats were in any shape to start rebuilding. Ashfur was slumped on the ground, bleeding from flank and foreleg, while Leafpool patted cobwebs onto his wounds. Cloudtail limped up to her, holding one forepaw off the ground; blood trickled from where a claw had been torn out. “Hi, Stormfur,” he mewed as he passed, as if this had been such an extraordinary night, the sight of an old friend was no longer a surprise. “Leafpool, can I have a piece of that cobweb?”
Sandstorm was close behind him, her head bent62 with exhaustion and her tail dragging in the dust. She stopped dead when she spotted Leafpool, then swung around to face Firestar, her green eyes questioning.
“Leafpool’s here?” she meowed. “What happened?”
Firestar shook his head to silence her. “We’ll talk to her later,” he promised. “For now, she’s home, and that’s all that matters.”
“Firestar!” A yowl came from across the clearing. “Firestar, have those crow-food eaters gone?”
Brambleclaw turned to see the three elders, Mousefur, Goldenflower, and Longtail. In the darkness they had to pick their way carefully down the tumble of rocks that led to the ledge63 where Firestar had his den. They had taken shelter there while the battle raged below. It was Mousefur who had called out; she had lost some fur from one shoulder, Longtail’s tail was bleeding, and Goldenflower had a deep scratch down one side. She was guiding Longtail with her tail across his shoulders.
“Are you all right?” Brambleclaw asked, going to meet them.
“Fine,” Mousefur growled64. “A badger tried to climb up to the Highledge, but we sent it back down the rocks faster than it intended.”
“What if they come back?” Goldenflower sounded distraught.
“They’d better not.” Longtail flexed65 his claws, and Brambleclaw saw dark tufts of badger fur caught in them. “I don’t need to see to fight badgers. I can find them by their disgusting scent2.”
“Better let Leafpool look at those scratches,” Firestar meowed.
“Leafpool?” Mousefur’s voice was sharp as she swung around to stare at the medicine cat. “She’s back, is she? For good—or until that WindClan warrior starts sniffing66 around again?”
Brambleclaw bit back a sharp retort. He knew Mousefur sounded so harsh only because she was shocked and hurt.
“And who’s this?” Mousefur padded up to Stormfur and examined him with narrowed eyes. “Stormfur? What’s he doing here?”
“Just paying a visit.” Stormfur sounded uncomfortable at the brown elder’s suspicious tone.
Mousefur grunted67, as if she wasn’t completely convinced that Stormfur was a friend. “You were a RiverClan warrior before you left us. Why are you here and not over there?”
“Mousefur, don’t be so ungrateful!” Squirrelflight meowed indignantly. “We need every cat who’s prepared to help. Besides, Stormfur is half ThunderClan, remember?” Stormfur’s father was Graystripe, the ThunderClan deputy who had been captured by Twolegs before the cats left the forest.
Mousefur bristled68 at Squirrelflight, but before she could reply she was interrupted by a cry from Ferncloud, racing69 through the broken thorns that were strewn across the entrance to the hollow. “Dustpelt, where are you?”
Brambleclaw bounded over to her as she stopped just inside the entrance, gazing around the dark camp and yowling her mate’s name.
“Brambleclaw, have you seen Dustpelt?” she demanded.
“No, not yet,” he admitted. “Come on, I’ll help you look.”
“But Daisy needed you,” Brambleclaw reminded her. “She couldn’t have coped without a warrior to look after her, and it was much safer for you both to stay hidden outside the camp. Remember, Daisy hasn’t been in the Clan long, and she can’t fight well enough yet to defend herself and her kits71.”
Ferncloud shook her head distractedly. “Dustpelt can’tbe dead,” she mewed.
“We’ll find him,” Brambleclaw promised. Silently, he hoped StarClan had not chosen this warrior to join their ranks tonight. He began to search, padding back and forth72 among the scattered remains of the entrance barrier, gradually working his way back toward the center of the camp. His breath caught in his throat when he picked up Dustpelt’s scent and almost stumbled over a heap of tabby fur lying in the shadow of the rock wall. Dustpelt’s eyes were closed, but as Brambleclaw stared at him his ears twitched and he let out a sneeze.
“Ferncloud—over here!” Brambleclaw called.
“Dustpelt! Dustpelt!”
At the sound of his mate’s voice Dustpelt opened his eyes and started to struggle to his paws. Ferncloud bounded up to him, brushing her pelt against his and covering him with licks. Dustpelt let out an unsteady purr.
Brambleclaw decided that if Dustpelt could stand up, he could wait a while before Cinderpelt or Leafpool saw him. He was heading back to the clearing, anxious to start work on the wrecked73 camp, when he saw that Birchpaw had followed Ferncloud into the hollow. The young apprentice74 had lost almost all the fur from his haunches, and one eye was closed. With his good eye he darted75 nervous glances from side to side, as if he still expected to see the camp full of invading badgers.
Behind him, Daisy, the cat from the horseplace, picked her way through the thorns with her three kits scrambling76 after her. They stared with huge eyes at the devastated dens and the weary, wounded cats. Spotting Midnight standing in the shadows, Berrykit drew back his lips in a snarl77. He took a pace forward, his legs stiff and his fur bristling.
With a squeak78 of alarm, Daisy rushed to his side. “Berrykit! What are you doing? Come away before the badger hurts you.”
“Nothing to fear, small one,” Midnight rumbled gently.
Daisy just glared at her, sweeping79 her tail around Berrykit and drawing him away toward the other cats. Brambleclaw realized she had no idea who Midnight was.
“It’s all right!” he called.
Leafpool reached the horseplace cat before him. “Don’t worry, Daisy,” she meowed. “Midnight’s a friend. Crowfeather and I met her when we were up in the hills. She warned us that her kin were going to attack, and she brought WindClan to help us.”
“But she’s a badger!” Daisy exclaimed.
Brambleclaw padded over to help Leafpool explain. “We met Midnight on our journey to the sun-drown-place. She wouldn’t harm us.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” Berrykit assured his mother. “I’lllook after you.”
“I bet you would, too.” Cloudtail limped up and gently flicked Berrykit’s ear with the tip of his tail. “It takes enough courage for a full-grown cat to face up to a badger. You’ll make a great warrior one day.”
Berrykit’s tail went straight up with pride. “Race you to the nursery!” he yowled to his littermates.
“No—wait!” Cloudtail called after the three kits. “You can’t go in there yet.”
“Why not?” Daisy asked, puzzled. “My kits need to rest.”
“Cinderpelt’s body is in there,” Leafpool mewed quietly. “A badger broke in while she was helping Sorreltail give birth.” Her voice quavered and she swallowed hard. “I tried to save her, but she was already on her way to StarClan.”
Brambleclaw stared at her in disbelief.
Cinderpelt was dead?
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