CHAPTER 16
The sun had set by thetime Brambleclaw led Stormfur and Brook1 through the thorn tunnel into the ThunderClan camp. Shadows lay thickly in the stone hollow, and only one or two cats still lingered by the fresh-kill pile. Rainwhisker, on guard by the entrance, jumped in surprise at the appearance of Stormfur and Brook, but seeing that Brambleclaw was with them he just gave them a nod of greeting and said nothing.
“Let’s go and see Firestar,” Brambleclaw suggested, bounding across the clearing to the rockfall.
When he reached his leader’s den3, with Stormfur and Brook scrambling4 up behind him, he found Firestar already curled in his mossy nest at the back of the cave. He raised his head as Brambleclaw paused in the opening.
“Good, you’re back,” he meowed, sitting up and shaking scraps7 of moss5 from his pelt8. “What did you—” He broke off when he realized that Brambleclaw was not alone. “Is that Stormfur and Brook?” he mewed in surprise.
“That’s right.” Brambleclaw stepped inside and dipped his head to his Clan2 leader. “I’m sorry, Firestar. Something happened.”
Firestar beckoned9 Stormfur and Brook into the den with a sweep of his tail. “Is there a problem in RiverClan?”
“You could put it that way,” Brambleclaw replied. Rapidly he told Firestar everything, from the moment when he spotted10 Brook chasing the squirrel, to when he invited the banished11 cats to come back with him to ThunderClan.
“You did the right thing,” Firestar meowed when he had finished. “You couldn’t have left Stormfur and Brook with nowhere to spend the night.” Turning to Stormfur, he added, “You’re both welcome to stay for as long as you want.”
“That’s up to you,” Firestar told him. “But you deserve some time to decide what you want to do. ThunderClan owes you that, at least, after all the help you gave us when the badgers13 attacked.”
“Thank you,” mewed Stormfur, and Brook added, “You don’t know how much this means to us.”
It was obvious to Brambleclaw that Firestar would be quite happy to welcome Stormfur and Brook into ThunderClan permanently15. Much as he liked Stormfur and his Tribemate, he wasn’t sure that was the right decision. What about the rest of the Clan? And how would RiverClan react when they found out?
“Brambleclaw, take them to get something to eat, and then find them sleeping places,” Firestar directed. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
Brambleclaw led the way out of the den and down into the clearing. He realized just how hungry he was; he hadn’t eaten since that morning, when he caught the mouse near the Twoleg pelts16. There wasn’t much left on the fresh-kill pile—hunting patrols would need to go out first thing—but Brambleclaw chose a magpie17 for himself, while Stormfur and Brook shared a rabbit.
By the time they had finished eating, it was completely dark, and Silverpelt glittered above their heads as Brambleclaw led the way to the warriors18’ den. The thorn tree’s new growth hadn’t covered all traces of the damage from the badgers, and the warriors were curled closely together in their mossy nests. Most of them were asleep or drowsily20 sharing tongues, and at first no cat took much notice of the new arrivals.
“Are you sure there’s room for us?” Stormfur asked as they slipped between the outer branches.
“Plenty,” Brambleclaw assured them.
He headed for some spare space closer to the rock wall, accidentally treading on Dustpelt’s tail as he padded past. The brown tabby tom lifted his head. “What’s going on?” he mewed irritably21.
“Sorry,” Brambleclaw muttered. “It’s only Stormfur and Brook. They’re staying for a while.”
“Of course.” Brambleclaw bristled23 at the suggestion that he would bring strange cats into the den without asking the Clan leader.
Dustpelt just twitched his whiskers and curled up again, pointedly24 drawing his tail close to his side. Brambleclaw managed to escort his friends to an empty space without disturbing any other cat. To his relief Squirrelflight was nearby; she looked up as Brambleclaw approached. Her voice was friendly as she meowed, “Hi, Stormfur, Brook. What are youdoing here?”
“I’ll tell you in a moment,” Brambleclaw replied. “Let’s get Stormfur and Brook settled in first.”
“Sure.” Squirrelflight moved over to make more space. Cloudtail was asleep next to her; she poked26 one paw hard into his side. “Move over, will you? You’re taking up more room than a badger14.”
“Badger? Where?” Cloudtail looked up, blue eyes wide with alarm.
“Nowhere, mouse-brain,” Squirrelflight snapped as several more cats stirred, heads popping up all over the den. “Go back to sleep.”
Brambleclaw helped Stormfur and Brook make nests for themselves in the moss, and finally settled down beside Squirrelflight. His jaws27 parted in a huge yawn; he could hardly stay awake to tell the story yet again.
“I wish I’d been there,” Squirrelflight mewed when he had finished. “I’d have shredded28 Hawkfrost’s ears.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Brambleclaw responded. “Not in the middle of the RiverClan camp.”
Squirrelflight flexed29 her claws. “He’d better stay out of my way, that’s all. Do you think they’ll stay?” she added, angling her ears toward Stormfur and Brook, who were already asleep, curled closely together among the moss and bracken.
“I hope so.” His jaws gaped30 in another yawn; his voice was blurred31 as he added, “ThunderClan needs good warriors.”
“RiverClan’s loss is our gain,” Squirrelflight agreed.
She rasped her tongue over Brambleclaw’s ears; the warm, rhythmic32 strokes were the last thing he felt as he slid into sleep.
Gray dawn light was filtering through the branches of the thorn tree when Brambleclaw awoke. Outside he could hear Sandstorm beginning to sort out the patrols. Hurriedly he sprang up and pushed his way out into the clearing.
“Why don’t you take Stormfur and Brook on the dawn patrol?” he suggested to the ginger33 she-cat. “It would be a good way for them to start learning the territory.”
Sandstorm twitched her ears, then nodded. “Okay. Good idea.”
“What do you mean, learn the territory?” Brambleclaw jumped as Dustpelt came up behind him. The tabby tom still sounded cranky after being disturbed the night before. “I thought they were only staying overnight.”
“Nothing’s been decided34 yet,” Brambleclaw replied, wishing that he’d been more tactful, or that Dustpelt hadn’t overheard.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Sandstorm meowed. “They’re here now, so they may as well make themselves useful.”
She poked her head through the branches of the den to call Stormfur and Brook. When they emerged, the four cats headed out together; Dustpelt didn’t say anything, though Brambleclaw saw the tip of his tail twitching35 as he vanished into the thorn tunnel.
Brambleclaw joined Squirrelflight, Cloudtail, and Brightheart on a hunting patrol. When they returned, loaded with fresh-kill, he noticed more cats than usual standing36 about in the clearing, as if they were waiting for something. Uneasiness prickled his fur.
“What’s going on?” Squirrelflight asked, dropping three mice and a vole on the pile. “Hey, Brackenfur!” She waved her tail at the ginger warrior19 as he padded past. “What’s happening?”
“Mousefur just called a Clan meeting,” Brackenfur explained
“Mousefurcalled a meeting?” Brambleclaw echoed. “Can she do that?”
“Oh, good,” Cloudtail meowed sarcastically38. “More trouble. Just what we need.”
“I’m going to see if Leafpool knows anything.” Brightheart bounded off toward the medicine cat’s den, and with a disgusted lash39 of his tail Cloudtail followed her.
Brambleclaw’s uneasiness increased. Across the clearing, he could see the wiry brown elder standing beneath the Highledge. Dustpelt was with her; both cats looked angry.
“See that?” Brambleclaw nudged Squirrelflight.
Squirrelflight nodded. “I don’t know what all this is about,” she mewed, “but I bet I can guess.”
“So can I.” Brambleclaw looked around until he spotted Stormfur and Brook, sitting close together by the thorn barrier. He wondered whether they were reluctant to join in a meeting of a Clan where they didn’t belong, or if they wanted to be sure they could escape if things turned ugly.
He padded over to them, Squirrelflight at his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Has any cat said anything to you?”
“We had a great patrol this morning,” Stormfur meowed. “Sandstorm was friendly, and Dustpelt—well, Dustpelt is rude to every cat, so you tend not to notice. But when we got back we could see cats glaring at us, and hardly any cat wanted to talk to us. I think Dustpelt went to see the elders, and then Mousefur called this meeting.”
He broke off at the sound of Mousefur’s yowl from across the clearing. “Firestar! Firestar!”
A moment passed before Firestar appeared on the Highledge. A ray of sunlight turned his pelt to flame and traced his ears in gold. “What is it?” he asked.
“The Clan needs to talk with you,” Mousefur replied.
As Brambleclaw padded closer, beckoning42 with his tail for his friends to follow, Firestar leaped down the rocks and joined the rest of his Clan in the clearing. Brambleclaw thrust his way to the front so that he could hear everything and join in if he had to.
“Well, Mousefur?” Firestar faced the elder, his green gaze level. “What’s this all about? I thought it was the Clan leader’s duty to call meetings.”
It was Dustpelt who replied. He kept his anger under control and spoke43 with deep seriousness. “We’re not trying to undermine you, Firestar,” he began. “But we’re worried about the way ThunderClan is becoming . . . well, mixed. First it was Daisy and her kits44. Now Stormfur and Brook. If it goes on, we won’t be ThunderClan anymore, just a collection of loners and kittypets.”
“Mouse-brain!” Squirrelflight hissed47 into Brambleclaw’s ear. “Has he forgotten where Firestar came from?”
Brambleclaw didn’t reply, because Mousefur had started to speak.
“Dustpelt is right,” she declared. “You’re taking in too many strange cats. This is not the warrior code as I was taught it.” More sharply, she added, “You can punish me if you like, Firestar. I tell it as I see it.”
Firestar touched her shoulder with the tip of his tail. “I wouldn’t dream of punishing you, Mousefur. Every cat has a voice in what affects the Clan. But in this case I think you’re wrong.”
Mousefur’s neck fur bristled. “Why?”
“Because ThunderClan needs more cats. Until Daisy came, we had only two apprentices48 and no kits at all. Now we have plenty of kits, but we need strong warriors to defend our borders and protect our Clan. You know what Blackstar and Leopardstar said at the last Gathering49. They want more territory. We’ve already had to fight ShadowClan when they tried to move the border.”
“Not to mention the foxes and badgers in the forest,” Sandstorm added.
Firestar flicked50 an ear to acknowledge her support. “Stormfur and Brook would be helpful for training young warriors, too,” he went on. “Brook knows hunting techniques that we’ve never learned.”
“We don’t know when it might be useful,” Firestar retorted. “And we’ll need mentors52 for the kits who are in the nursery now—more, if more kits are born.”
Murmurs53 of disagreement echoed around the hollow. Rainwhisker’s voice rose above them. “But there are ThunderClan cats who’ve never had apprentices.”
“Stormfur is half ThunderClan,” Brambleclaw meowed, pushing forward to stand beside Firestar. “You could argue he has a right to be here.”
“True.” Firestar gave him a grateful glance. “He grew up in RiverClan, but every cat knows he had a ThunderClan father.”
“And thatexplains a lot.” The mutter came from just beside Brambleclaw. “Firestar would do anything to get Graystripe’s kin6 into the Clan.”
Brambleclaw’s head whipped around and he found himself staring into Longtail’s blind gaze. He would have liked to claw the tabby warrior’s fur off, but he contented54 himself with a faint hiss46. Had Firestar heard the remark? he wonderedAnd is it true?Stormfur looked very much like his father, Graystripe, and he shared Graystripe’s courage and fierce loyalty55 to friends and Clan. It wouldn’t be surprising if Firestar felt drawn56 to Stormfur, when he was missing his old friend so much.
“Graystripe and Firestar have been friends for seasons,” Thornclaw meowed to Longtail. “Of course he feels he owes something to Graystripe’s kin.” His tone was quiet, and Brambleclaw couldn’t tell whether he agreed with Firestar’s decision or not.
“As for Brook,” Firestar continued, “what matters is not where a cat was born or who their kin may be.”
Argue with that, Brambleclaw thought. Our Clan leader was a kittypet, and he’s one of the greatest cats the forest has ever seen
“Loyalty is what matters,” Firestar declared, “and that exists now, not in the past. Loyalty has to be proved every day, in every piece of fresh-kill brought back for the Clan, every claw mark on our enemies, every patrol, every training session.”
“But what if ThunderClan ever has to fight with RiverClan?” Dustpelt asked. “What would Stormfur do then?”
“Are you saying he would be a traitor57?” Brambleclaw snarled58. He glanced at his friend, but Stormfur was studying his paws, as if none of this applied59 to him.
Brambleclaw had to admit that the tabby warrior was right. Stormfur had felt that pain already, when he decided to abandon RiverClan and stay with Brook in the mountains. He must be feeling it again now, as he was driven out of the Clan where he had grown up. But what other choice did he have?
“Stormfur’s our friend.” Squirrelflight’s voice broke into the argument. “He made the journey to the sun-drown-place. Brook’s Tribe took us in when we traveled through the mountains. And they both helped us after the badger attack. How many of you would even be alivewithout them? Is this how you want to repay her?”
“That was different!” Rainwhisker called out. “We never meant to stay with the Tribe for good.”
“Besides, that’s not the problem now,” Mousefur added. “We have to think of the future of ThunderClan.”
“Enough!” Firestar lashed61 his tail. “I’ve listened to you, but I’m not going to change my mind. If Stormfur and Brook decide to leave, then we’ll give them what help we can. If they want to stay, then we willmake them welcome. This meeting is over.” He turned and stalked back toward the rocks leading up to his den.
For a few heartbeats, shock kept the Clan silent. Firestar never snapped out orders like that; he never got angry with warriors who disagreed with him. Brambleclaw guessed that this meant more to him because of his kittypet background, and because offering help to Graystripe’s son was one last thing he could do for his absent friend.
As Firestar vanished into his den, the rest of the Clan broke up into groups, murmuring quietly to one another. Some cats shot hostile glances at Stormfur and Brook; Brambleclaw could see that it wasn’t just Dustpelt and Mousefur who were unhappy with Firestar’s decision.
With Squirrelflight beside him, Brambleclaw padded over to his friends. Stormfur looked up as they approached, his amber62 eyes full of pain.
“We’ll go,” he meowed. “We can’t disrupt the Clan like this.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Brambleclaw argued. “I’m not going to let a few hostile Clanmates drive you out.” Not like RiverClan, he added silently. “I’ll go and talk to Firestar. We’ll figure something out.”
Without waiting for Stormfur to agree, he headed for the Highledge. Behind him he heard Squirrelflight meow, “How about a hunt? I found a great place for prey63 the other day, just crawling with mice.”
When Brambleclaw poked his head into Firestar’s den, the Clan leader was sitting in his nest, his gaze fixed64 on the rock wall. He jumped when Brambleclaw appeared.
“Oh, it’s you,” he mewed. “Come in.” Still with the distant look in his eyes, he added, “I was just remembering when Stormfur was born. Graystripe took him and Feathertail to RiverClan because he thought they would be safe and wanted there.”
Brambleclaw let out a murmur40 of sympathy. He couldn’t remember that far back, when he had been a tiny kit45 in the nursery with his sister, Tawnypelt. She had left too, to become a warrior of ShadowClan. For a heartbeat, loneliness clawed at his throat and he felt Firestar’s pain as if it were his own.
“Firestar, I have to talk to you,” he began reluctantly.
“What is it?” Some of the old fire returned to Firestar’s eyes. “I thought you wanted Stormfur and Brook to stay?”
“I do. I think you’re right that the Clan needs new warriors. But . . .” His claws scratched on the hard stone floor of the den. “I’m not sure you’re going about it the right way.”
He half expected a cuff65 over the ear for being rude, but Firestar just held him with a piercing green gaze.
“Go on.”
“Every cat in ThunderClan is loyal. They would all die for ThunderClan if they had to. But Dustpelt and Mousefur feel—every cat feels—that they have to make a stand for the sake of the Clan. They’re worried about the Clan looking weak.”
“So what do you suggest?” Firestar growled66. “Give in to them? Drive out two great warriors just because the Clan doesn’t like where they came from?”
“No. But you have to show them that ThunderClan has strong leadership. That there’s nothing to worry about, that we are strong, and that whatever happens the Clan will stick together.”
Firestar narrowed his eyes. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
Brambleclaw swallowed. He knew what he had to say, though the words stuck in his throat like a stubborn piece of fresh-kill. Somewhere in the back of his mind, in the place where dreams are born, he seemed to hear Tigerstar screeching68 at him in uncontrollable rage. But none of that mattered. His loyalty to his Clan had to come first.
“You need to appoint a new deputy.”
Firestar stared at him, and in that searching gaze Brambleclaw could see that Firestar knew exactly what he was asking.
But his leader’s only response was, “Why?”
“Because a united leadership—two loyal cats in charge—would do more than anything else to convince the Clan that we’re strong again in spite of the badger attack. Don’t you know that warriors like Blackstar sneer69 at us and call us weak?”
The hair on Firestar’s neck and shoulders bristled, and his voice was a soft growl67. “Weak? I wish Blackstar dared say that to my face.”
“Weak,” Brambleclaw repeated. He took a deep breath. “The Clan is vulnerable when there’s no deputy, because if other Clans see it as a weakness, they’re more likely to attack us. ShadowClan has already made one attempt to set their scent70 markers on our territory. It’s dangerousto leave things as they are. Firestar, every cat knows how much you grieve for Graystripe. But you mustappoint a new deputy.”
Firestar’s green gaze was fixed on the wall of the den, as if he could see past the stone to some scene Brambleclaw could not begin to guess at. “Do you remember,” he began softly, “how I had to leave the Clan for a while when you were a new warrior? Graystripe promised me then that he would keep the Clan safe. ‘I’ll wait for you,’ he said to me. ‘I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.’ Do you think I shouldn’t do the same for him?”
“No, Firestar.” Brambleclaw felt desperately71 sad to hear the anguish72 in Firestar’s voice as he recalled his old friend’s unswerving loyalty. “But if you had died on your quest, even Graystripe would have had to accept it, sooner or later.”
Firestar’s tail lashed once. “Graystripe is notdead! I’ll never give up hope until I have some kind of sign from StarClan telling me he isn’t still alive.”
“StarClan can’t see everywhere.”
Firestar froze as a new voice spoke. Brambleclaw glanced over his shoulder to see Sandstorm standing at the entrance to the den. She was right. In the mountains, the Tribe of Endless Hunting prowled the skies. Those paths were unknown to StarClan. If Graystripe still lived, perhaps he too walked under different skies, and StarClan did not know his fate.
Sandstorm slipped inside the den and went up to Firestar, pressing her muzzle73 against his. “I know it’s hard,” she meowed. “Graystripe was my friend too. But it might be time to accept that he isn’t coming back.”
Firestar’s gaze rested on her for a moment, then shifted to Brambleclaw. There was a world of hurt and betrayal in his eyes. “How can you both doubt me? Would you be so quick to give up hope for me, too?”
Sandstorm sat beside him, a flick51 of her tail indicating that Brambleclaw should leave. Brambleclaw dipped his head and backed away. Part of him respected Sandstorm’s wisdom, and hoped she could persuade the cat who was her mate as well as her leader to accept that his closest friend was never coming back. Partly he was filled with frustration74 that Firestar could be so blind. It was obvious to every other cat that ThunderClan needed a deputy. If Firestar went on refusing to admit that, Brambleclaw thought grimly, he might find himself challenged by more than an unexpected Clan meeting.
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| n.被掠食者，牺牲者，掠食；v.捕食，掠夺，折磨 | |
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| v.发出尖叫声( screech的现在分词 )；发出粗而刺耳的声音；高叫 | |
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| adv.极度渴望地，绝望地，孤注一掷地 | |
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| n.(尤指心灵上的)极度痛苦，烦恼 | |
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