CHAPTER 6
The sky above Brambleclaw’s head wasdark, but the sickly glow of fungus1 guided his paws along the path. Shadowy ferns brushed his fur with damp, sticky fronds2. Every hair on his pelt3 prickled as he bounded toward the meeting place. The pain from his wounded shoulder had vanished, and he felt stronger and more powerful with every heartbeat.
Soon the path grew wider and opened up into a clearing. Though no moon shone, a pale wash of light revealed Brambleclaw’s half brother Hawkfrost crouched4 beside a rock, where a massive tabby tom was sitting.
As Brambleclaw emerged from the trees Hawkfrost sprang to his paws and raced toward him. “Brambleclaw!” he exclaimed. “Where have you been?”
It was his first really restful night since the badger5 attack. When he closed his eyes, he had found himself back in the dark forest, as hungry as ever to find out what Tigerstar had to teach him. Brambleclaw tried to ignore the guilt6 that pricked7 at him like a stubborn thorn; there was no way he could tell Squirrelflight about walking these paths of dream and meeting Tigerstar. She would never understand that he could be loyal to his Clan8 and still see his father.
“Badgers9 attacked our camp,” he explained to Hawkfrost as they padded across the clearing side by side.
“Enough,” Brambleclaw replied grimly.
“And you’re wounded.” Hawkfrost’s ice-blue gaze softened12 into concern as he noticed the long scar on Brambleclaw’s shoulder.
“It’s nothing.” Reaching the rock, Brambleclaw dipped his head to his father. “Greetings, Tigerstar.”
“Greetings.” Tigerstar’s amber13 gaze pinned Brambleclaw like an eagle’s talon14. “You have not been here for nearly a quarter moon. If you want power you must commit yourself totally—every hair, every claw, every drop of blood. Anything less is weakness.”
“I amcommitted!” Brambleclaw protested. He began to describe the badger attack, though he kept in mind that Hawkfrost was listening; he was not about to reveal to a warrior15 from a rival Clan exactly how devastating16 the attack had been, nor how shattered ThunderClan was still. “I’ve hardly slept since,” he finished. “There’s been too much to do, repairing the damage.”
“You fought with courage,” Tigerstar praised him. “I’m proud you were prepared to risk your life to save your Clan.”
Brambleclaw twitched17 his ears uneasily. He hadn’t told his father what he had done during the attack, yet Tigerstar seemed to know already. He must have been watching me all the time.That taunt18 about weakness must have been a test.
“You need to make sure Firestar remembers how bravely you fought and how hard you have worked for your Clan since the attack,” Tigerstar went on. “That will serve you well when he comes to choose a deputy.”
Brambleclaw stared at his father. He had fought to help his Clanmates, not because it had been one more step toward power! Yet he couldn’t help feeling a twinge of satisfaction. Firestar trusted him with important duties; the Clan leader must feel he would be a good choice of deputy.
“I still haven’t had an apprentice19,” he reminded Tigerstar. “And Firestar won’t choose another deputy until he’s sure Graystripe is dead.”
“Then you need to delay his decision for as long as possible, so that you have time to be given an apprentice,” Tigerstar meowed. “How are you going to do that? Hawkfrost, what do you think?”
“Encourage him to think Graystripe is alive,” Hawkfrost suggested. “It can’t be true, of course, but it’s what Firestar wants to believe, so it shouldn’t be too hard to convince him.”
Brambleclaw didn’t like the idea of manipulating his Clan leader like that, not when he knew how much Graystripe meant to Firestar. But he couldn’t deny the sense of Hawkfrost’s advice. The longer Firestar clung to the belief that Graystripe would return, the better Brambleclaw’s chances of getting an apprentice before Firestar finally appointed a new deputy.
Tigerstar gave Hawkfrost an approving nod; then his gaze swiveled once more to Brambleclaw. “What else?”
“Er . . . make sure I take care of the deputy duties,” Brambleclaw meowed. “That’ll make a good impression on Firestar, and at the same time make him feel it’s not urgent to choose a new deputy yet.”
“And?”
Brambleclaw cast about wildly in his mind. It was like trying to pin down a piece of prey21 without the help of sound or scent22.
“Make friends with those kits24 of Daisy’s,” Hawkfrost mewed, giving Brambleclaw a flick25 with his tail. “They’ll be the next apprentices26, won’t they? If one of them asksfor you as his mentor27, you’re all set.”
“Sure,” Brambleclaw meowed. “I can do that. They’re good kits, even if their mother isn’t Clanborn.”
I’d like to mentor Berrykit, he decided28. He could see the makings of a good warrior in the sturdy, adventurous29 little tom. But what would Tigerstar think of a kit23 that wasn’t Clanborn?
“Do you think it matters that their mother came from the horseplace?” Brambleclaw ventured. He remembered tales of how Tigerstar had ordered the murder of half-Clan cats when he had taken control of RiverClan and ShadowClan. Were the stories not true, or had his father changed his mind since then?
“Their mother should go back where she came from,” Tigerstar growled30. “She’ll never be any use to the Clan. But the kits may do well enough, if they’re properly trained.”
Hawkfrost’s whiskers twitched. “Don’t forget that my mother wasn’t Clanborn, either. RiverClan won’t forget it, that’s for sure, but it doesn’t make me weak or stupid.”
Tigerstar gave his son a curt31 nod. “Your mother was a rogue32, but dedicate yourself to the warrior code, and you will be as good as any of those who despise you. I became leader of a Clan where I did not belong by birth. And Daisy’s kits are too young to remember anything but being part of ThunderClan.” He paused, then added, “Being Clanborn is important, but we all work with what we’re given on the path toward power.”
“So even a kittypet like Firestar—” Brambleclaw began.
Tigerstar let out a furious hiss33. “Firestar will never lose his filthy34 kittypet scent!” he snarled35. “It only weakens him. Look at the way he let that whining36 horseplace cat stay. Her kits may grow up more Clan than kittypet, but she will never be any use as a warrior. And now he has welcomed that RiverClan cat who abandoned his Clan, not to mention his mate, who belongs to no Clan and never will.”
“Do you mean Stormfur?” Hawkfrost’s ears pricked. “Stormfur is back?”
Brambleclaw nodded. “He and Brook37 turned up just as we drove out the last of the badgers. They stayed to help us recover, but I expect they’ll leave for RiverClan soon.”
Hawkfrost’s eyes narrowed, and Brambleclaw wondered what he was thinking. He wished that Tigerstar hadn’t revealed the news about Stormfur’s return. He had a sudden impulse to warn Stormfur, yet he couldn’t figure out why he felt there might be a threat from Hawkfrost. Besides, he couldn’t tell any cat in ThunderClan about these nocturnal meetings.
A powerful blow to his side jerked him back to the shadowy clearing. His paws skidded38 out from under him and he crashed to the ground. Tigerstar’s massive paws held him down and his yellow eyes glared at him furiously.
“Alwayskeep watch!” he spat39. “An attack can come at any time. How can you protect your Clan if you forget that?”
Still winded, Brambleclaw scrabbled at Tigerstar’s belly40 with his hind41 paws. He heaved himself upward, dislodging his father’s weight. Tigerstar’s paw flashed out, aiming for his ear, but Brambleclaw dodged42 the blow. Scrambling43 to his feet, he hurled44 himself at his father, charging into his muscular shoulder. Tigerstar staggered but kept his balance, darting45 to one side and attacking Brambleclaw again with teeth bared and claws unsheathed. Brambleclaw ducked under the flashing claws and tried to fasten his teeth in Tigerstar’s neck. Tigerstar tore free of him and took a pace back.
Brambleclaw gasped47 for breath. This fight was fiercer than a normal training session, where claws would be sheathed46. In the skirmish the wound on his shoulder had torn open again. He could feel blood trickling48 into his fur, and pain made him hiss through his teeth when he tried to put his paw to the ground.
“You should move faster!” Tigerstar snarled, leaping for him again.
This time Hawkfrost sprang between them, letting out a screech49 as he scored his claws down Tigerstar’s flank. Tigerstar leaped at him, and the two tomcats rolled over in a furious tangle50 of legs and thrashing tails. Hawkfrost fought as fiercely as if every badger in the world were attacking him, giving Brambleclaw a chance to recover. When the two cats broke apart at last, even Tigerstar was breathless.
“Enough,” he panted. “We will meet again tomorrow night.” His amber stare fixed51 on Brambleclaw. “Before then, speak to those horseplace kits and gain their trust. If you can make one of them want to be your apprentice, your path to becoming deputy will be clearer.”
In spite of his wounded shoulder, Brambleclaw bounded back through the forest as though his paws were carried on the wind. Tigerstar had given him nothing but good advice. If he befriended Berrykit and took responsibility for the duties of a Clan deputy, he would still be serving ThunderClan well. His meetings with Tigerstar would make him a better warrior, more loyal to his Clan, with the skills he needed to make him an effective leader.
He woke in the warriors52’ den20 to feel a throbbing53 ache running from his right ear to his belly. Twisting his neck, he saw that the fur on his shoulder was dark and matted with blood. A cold claw seemed to trail down his spine54. He had been dreamingwhen he fought with Tigerstar. Why should the wound open up again? And why did he feel so tired, as if he hadn’t slept at all?
As Brambleclaw rasped his tongue over the injury, Squirrelflight, who was curled up beside him, raised her head. His movement and the sharp scent of fresh blood had woken her.
“What have you done?” she gasped, her eyes wide.
“I . . . I’m not sure.” Brambleclaw knew he couldn’t tell Squirrelflight, of all cats, about his visits to Tigerstar. Especially not now that she trusted him again. “I must have caught it on a branch while I was asleep.”
“Careless furball.” Squirrelflight gave him a sympathetic flick with her tail. “You’d better see Leafpool and get some cobwebs.”
Brambleclaw glanced around. Dawn light was filtering through the branches of the thorn tree, and the other cats were beginning to stir. “Is anyone leading the dawn patrol?”
“I am.” Dustpelt spoke55 through an enormous yawn. He rose to his paws and arched his back in a long stretch. “Cloudtail and Thornclaw are coming with me.” He prodded56 the sleeping Cloudtail with one paw. “Come on, wake up. What do you think you are, a dormouse?”
“It’s just as well you’re not going, if that shoulder’s giving you trouble,” Squirrelflight meowed.
“It’ll be fine,” Brambleclaw replied tensely. “Why don’t we go hunting instead?”
Squirrelflight gave him a long look from narrowed green eyes. “Okay,” she agreed. “But afteryou’ve seen Leafpool.”
Relieved to escape any more questions, Brambleclaw slid out between the branches and headed for Leafpool’s den. His head spun57 with exhaustion58 and his paws felt as if they were made of stone. Instead of hunting, what he longed to do was curl up in his nest and go back to sleep.
When he reached her den, the young medicine cat was checking on Birchpaw, who was still curled up behind the bramble screen. As soon as Brambleclaw appeared, she fetched him a pawful of cobwebs to stop his wound from bleeding any more.
“Any cat would think you’d been fighting again,” she remarked as she patted them into place.
For one frantic59 heartbeat Brambleclaw wondered if Leafpool could possibly know about the meetings in the dark forest.
“I don’t know how I did it,” he mewed evasively. “Is it okay if I go hunting?”
“Well . . .” Leafpool hesitated, then nodded. “Just don’t overdo60 it, and come back if the bleeding starts again.”
Promising61 that he would, Brambleclaw went back into the clearing. Squirrelflight was waiting for him near the warriors’ den, along with Stormfur and Brook. Brambleclaw’s spirits rose at the thought of hunting with his old friend. If Stormfur was going to leave ThunderClan soon there might not be many more chances to spend time together.
“Hi,” Stormfur meowed. “Squirrelflight says you must have been fighting badgers in your sleep.”
Squirrelflight took the lead as they headed out of the camp. By now the thorn barrier was almost as thick as ever, with a tunnel leading through it into the forest. As Squirrelflight approached, Ashfur appeared in the entrance with a bundle of moss63 in his jaws64.
“Hi there,” Squirrelflight mewed.
Ashfur swept a freezing glance over her, ignored Brambleclaw entirely65, and stalked away, carrying his moss to the elders.
“I triedto explain . . .” Squirrelflight insisted helplessly. “I keep on trying, but he just won’t listen. I don’t see why we can’t be friends.”
Brambleclaw doubted that Ashfur would ever be comfortable just being friends with Squirrelflight, but he didn’t say so out loud. Gently he touched his nose to her muzzle66. “You did your best. Come on, let’s hunt.”
When they left the camp the forest was damp and misty67, full of the sharp scent of new leaves. As the sun rose, the mist thinned to trailing wisps that clung to the lowest branches; above them, the trees cast long shadows, and dew glittered on every cobweb and blade of grass. Some of Brambleclaw’s exhaustion vanished as he paused for a moment to let the warmth soak into his fur.
Movement flickered68 in the corner of his eye. He spun around to see a mouse scuttling69 across an open space; before it reached the shelter of the bushes Brook sprang after it and killed it with a sharp blow of her paw.
“Great catch!” he exclaimed. “You’re getting really good at hunting among trees.”
Brook twitched her tail. “It’s a bit strange, after the mountains,” she confessed. “But I’m starting to get the hang of it.”
In the Tribe of Rushing Water, where Brook had been raised, duties were organized differently: instead of being warriors, cats were either prey-hunters, responsible for gathering70 fresh-kill—which involved hunting the swift and sharp-clawed birds that swooped71 above the rocks—or cave-guards, who protected their Tribemates and defended their home behind the waterfall. Brambleclaw knew that Brook was one of the most skillful of all the prey-hunters. She had taught him and Stormfur how to track mice and voles, not as prey, but as a lure72 for a bigger, winged piece of fresh-kill.
Stormfur padded over to join them. “Good work, Brook,” he meowed. “Remember, you won’t catch much in the forest by keeping still and waiting. There are too many places for prey to hide. You need to stalk it instead. See—over there?” He twitched his ears toward a spot where a squirrel was scuffling among the roots of a tree. “Watch this.”
Keeping low, so that his belly almost brushed the grass, Stormfur crept up on the squirrel, careful to stay downwind. But he was a RiverClan cat, more used to snatching fish out of fast-flowing water, and in the mountains he had pursued his prey over bare rock. He had forgotten how much debris73 lay on the forest floor. A twig74 snapped under his paws; alerted, the squirrel sat up. Stormfur let out a hiss of frustration75 and hurled himself forward, but the squirrel was faster. It scurried76 nimbly up the tree trunk and sat chittering for a moment on a branch before vanishing into the leaves.
“Mouse dung!” Stormfur exclaimed.
Squirrelflight’s tail curled up in amusement. “So, Brook, think of that as a lesson in how notto do it.”
“Be fair,” Brambleclaw meowed. “Any cat can make a mistake. Stormfur and Brook have already brought back loads of prey.”
“We were glad to help,” mewed Brook.
Brambleclaw froze as he spotted77 a vole slipping through the curled stems of newly growing fern. He twitched his whiskers. “My turn now.”
Setting each paw down carefully—Squirrelflight would never let him forget it if hesnapped a twig—he glided78 across the grass and killed his prey with a single swipe.
“Well done!” meowed Stormfur.
I wish life could always be like this, Brambleclaw thought. Warm sunshine, lots of prey, the company of friends—right now, they meant far more to him than dreams of power. But even as the thought crossed his mind he felt once more the irresistible79 tug80 of ambition. He would give anything to be Clan deputy, wouldn’t he? And after that, leader, with responsibility for the whole Clan.
What do I really want?he wondered, and for once he couldn’t answer.
The sun was high above the trees when the hunting patrol returned to camp, laden81 with prey. As he emerged from the thorn tunnel, Brambleclaw saw that the dawn patrol had just got back as well. Dustpelt, Cloudtail, and Thornclaw were standing82 in the center of the clearing, with several cats clustered around them: Rainwhisker, Daisy and her kits, Mousefur, and Sandstorm. Firestar was there too, listening to Dustpelt’s report
Curiosity clawed at Brambleclaw; he deposited his prey on the fresh-kill pile and padded across to listen.
“ . . . a couple more fox traps,” Dustpelt was meowing. “One on the WindClan border and another near the old Twoleg nest. We sprang them both.” He nodded to Squirrelflight as she bounded up alongside Brambleclaw. “Your stick idea works well.”
“And we heard a buzzing noise from the lake,” Thornclaw put in.
“Buzzing? Was it bees?” asked Rainwhisker.
Cloudtail’s whiskers twitched. “No, it was much louder than bees. It came from some kind of Twoleg monster. The lake is swarming83 with them.”
Brambleclaw’s belly churned. Since the Clans84 first arrived at the lake they had seen very little sign of Twolegs; now it sounded as if their peace was being invaded again. He was still haunted by the way Twolegs had destroyed the old forest. Could the same thing happen here?
“What were they doing?” he demanded, shouldering his way to the front to stand beside Firestar.
“Hurtling across the lake in some kind of water-monster,” Dustpelt replied. “That’s what made the noise. And other Twolegs were floating in things like upturned leaves, with white pelts85 that caught the wind.”
“Those are boats,” Daisy mewed. “There’s a boatplace at the far side of the lake from here. Twolegs go there all the time when the weather is warm.”
“What?” Mousefur’s neck fur began to bristle10. “Does that mean we’ll have them bothering us all through greenleaf?”
“Probably.” Daisy sounded apologetic. “They like sailing in boats, and swimming in the lake.”
Dustpelt flicked87 his ears dismissively. “If the boatplace is across the lake, then it’s RiverClan’s and ShadowClan’s problem. With any luck, the Twolegs won’t come this far around the shore.”
Brambleclaw glanced at Squirrelflight, aware that her green gaze was fixed on him. Did she think he was worrying about Hawkfrost again?
“All the patrols had better keep watch,” Firestar meowed. “And we can discuss this with all the other Clans at the next Gathering. Don’t forget—a problem for ShadowClan and RiverClan can easily become a problem for us, especially if the other Clans decide it should be.”
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clans
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| 宗族( clan的名词复数 )； 氏族； 庞大的家族； 宗派 | |
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sniffed
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