CHAPTER 17
When the meeting was over, Leafpoolretreated to her den1 and busied herself making a poultice of yarrow for Goldenflower, who was complaining of cracked pads. Uneasiness wreathed her like fog. Firestar had never faced a challenge to his leadership like this. What had happened to ThunderClan’s trust in him that had brought them through their long journey to their new home? Had they really forgotten everything Firestar had done for them?
She had other worries, too, suspicions that troubled her even more deeply. She remembered Feathertail’s warning, and how Bluestar had told her in a dream that her path would twist in ways she could not foresee. It can’t be true, she told herself. If it is, what will I do?
Pushing the troubling thoughts firmly out of her mind, Leafpool scooped3 up the poultice on a leaf, ready to take to the elders’ den. Suddenly she heard pawsteps just beyond the bramble screen. Expecting a sick or injured cat, she popped her head out of her den and found herself face-to-face with her father.
“Firestar!” she exclaimed. “Are you sick?” He looked ill, his green eyes dull and his tail drooping4.
Firestar shook his head. “I’m fine,” he mewed unconvincingly. “Your mother said I should come and talk to you. I need a medicine cat’s advice.”
Leafpool motioned to him to sit in the bracken outside the entrance to her den. It was warm here in the sun, but they were hidden from the rest of the camp by the screen of brambles. Sitting beside him, she curled her tail neatly5 over her paws and murmured, “I’m here if you need me. I’ll do anything I can to help.”
Firestar heaved a sigh. “Brambleclaw spoke7 to me. He thinks Graystripe is dead, and I should appoint a new deputy. Sandstorm agrees with him. Do you think they’re right?”
Leafpool’s pelt8 prickled. However much she tried to ignore her personal feelings, she still found it hard to trust Brambleclaw after she had seen him in the dark forest with Hawkfrost and Tigerstar. But how could she tell that to Firestar? What could Firestar do about it, when in the waking world Brambleclaw was a loyal and energetic ThunderClan warrior9? Besides, what true medicine cat would walk beyond StarClan? How could it be part of her duties to pass on what she had seen in the forest of shadows?
She wondered whether Brambleclaw had brought this up because he hoped Firestar would choose him as the new deputy. She had seen ambition gleaming in his amber10 eyes, and she knew he wanted power. But she reminded herself that Brambleclaw couldn’t be made deputy because he had never had an apprentice11. He must have put his own ambition aside for the good of the Clan2; perhaps she was being unfair when she looked for the darkness in him.
Firestar was waiting for an answer, his green gaze fixed12 patiently on her. “Is there no hope for Graystripe?” he prompted. “Hasn’t StarClan shown you any sort of sign about him?”
Leafpool shook her head. But she knew she trusted her own inner voice this time. “I think you should accept that Graystripe is gone,” she told her father, her voice shaking as she saw the pain in his eyes.
“We’ve lost so many cats,” he murmured. “Graystripe and Cinderpelt were my closest friends.”
“The whole Clan will grieve for him,” Leafpool told him. “Stormfur, too.”
As if her words had called him up, she caught a glimpse of the gray warrior padding across the clearing with Brook13 and Squirrelflight, bringing prey14 for the fresh-kill pile.
“Wait here,” she told her father, and bounded out to meet him.
She caught up to Stormfur as he deposited his fresh-kill on the pile. “I want you to come and talk to Firestar,” she meowed. “I think he needs you. He . . . he is trying to decide whether he should appoint a new deputy or keep waiting for Graystripe to come back.”
Stormfur hesitated, confusion clouding his eyes for a moment. Then he nodded. “Will you be okay?” he asked Brook.
The Tribe cat nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“Sure she will,” Squirrelflight added. “We’ll go to the clearing and practice some fighting moves.”
Stormfur waited until the two she-cats were heading out of camp again, then fell in beside Leafpool as she padded back to her den. Firestar was still sitting in the bracken, his eyes unfocused.
“Graystripe was the first Clan cat I ever met,” he meowed absently. “He jumped on me when I strayed out of my house-folk’s garden. I’d heard tales of the wild cats that lived in the forest, but I’d never seen one. No cat ever had a better friend.”
“Or a better father.” With a glance at Leafpool to show he understood exactly what was going on, Stormfur went to sit beside Firestar. “If he were still alive, not even StarClan could stop him from coming to find us.”
“Not if Twolegs have kept him shut up somewhere,” Firestar argued. “I won’tbelieve that I’ll never see him again.”
Stormfur rested the tip of his tail on Firestar’s shoulder. “I know it’s hard. I want Graystripe to be alive as much as any cat, but life has to go on.”
For a long moment Firestar was silent. Then he turned his head to look directly at Stormfur. “Do you think I should appoint another deputy?”
Stormfur met his gaze. “You must do whatever you think best,” he began. “But I know one thing. Nothing meant more to Graystripe than your friendship and his Clan. Even when he was in RiverClan, he longed to go home. He would want to see ThunderClan as strong as it could possibly be, even if that meant accepting that he’s not coming back.”
Leafpool thought her heart would break. It was so, so hard to imagine that Graystripe was dead.
Firestar let out a long sigh. “You’re just like him, you know,” he told Stormfur.
Pride glowed in Stormfur’s eyes. “I wish I could believe it. But I’ll never be half the warrior my father was.” Then he twitched15 his ears and sat straighter, as if dismissing his dark thoughts. “I’m sorry, Firestar,” he meowed. “Brook and I have made things difficult for you. We never intended to stay in ThunderClan forever.”
“I know,” Firestar responded, “but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. I know you have loyalties16 elsewhere, but until the time is right for you to return to the Tribe, this is your Clan.”
Stormfur bowed his head. “Thank you.”
Firestar rose to his paws. For a heartbeat, he rested his muzzle17 on Stormfur’s head, as if he were appointing a new warrior. Then he arched his back in a long stretch and padded out into the clearing.
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!”
Firestar’s yowl rang out confidently but Leafpool knew how much this must be hurting him. She and Stormfur followed him out past the screen of brambles. The sun was going down, filling the stone hollow with bloodred light. Firestar stood in the center, his pelt blazing, waiting for his Clan to gather. He had come down from the Highledge to face their challenge; he stayed with them now to share their grief at what he had to say.
Leafpool watched the cats gather from around the clearing. Brambleclaw was first to emerge from the warriors19’ den, followed closely by Dustpelt, Cloudtail, and Brightheart. Ashfur got up from the fresh-kill pile and stood at the back. Brackenfur and Ferncloud both appeared from the nursery, while Daisy remained in the entrance with her kits20. The two apprentices21 joined their mentors22. The elders padded out of their den beneath the hazel bush; Goldenflower was limping as she guided Longtail, and Leafpool guiltily remembered the poultice she had yet to deliver.
Last of all, Squirrelflight and Brook shot in through the thorn tunnel and raced across to Leafpool and Stormfur.
“We heard Firestar call from the clearing,” Squirrelflight panted. “What’s going on?”
“Listen,” was all Leafpool could reply, too sick at heart to explain.
Firestar waited until the whole Clan was gathered around him. “Cats of ThunderClan,” he began, “the day has come that I never wanted to see. You all know that Graystripe was lost to us when Twolegs trapped him in the old forest. Since then I’ve tried to believe that he was still alive, and that he’d come back to us one day. But now . . .”
His voice faltered24, and he stood a moment with his head bowed before going on. Then he straightened up again and his voice was steadier.
“I have to face the fact that ThunderClan can’t go on any longer without a deputy.” He looked up at the darkening sky, where a single warrior of StarClan had appeared, right above the hollow. “Graystripe is dead.”
For a heartbeat the Clan was silent; Leafpool could hear nothing but the faint rustling25 of the trees. The ThunderClan warriors looked at one another, eyes stunned26 with grief. Then a soft murmur6 rose, of compassion27 and acceptance. Leafpool saw several cats, including Mousefur, nodding with sad approval. They believed Firestar was right. He had their support again, but Leafpool knew what the cost had been to him.
“Tonight we will sit vigil for Graystripe,” Firestar went on. “And before moonhigh I will appoint the new deputy.”
The last of the daylight rippled28 on the cats’ fur as they moved into the center of the clearing and crouched29 down. Leafpool almost felt as if she could see Graystripe’s powerful gray body lying in the midst of them.
“We trained together,” Dustpelt added. “We fought and hunted together, and StarClan knows we fell out at times, but I always knew I could trust him.”
“He never gave up, and he always fought to keep his Clan safe,” mewed Sandstorm.
Firestar had not moved from where he stood beneath the Highledge, but he added his voice to the rest. “He was loyal through and through. He was the truest friend a cat ever had. StarClan will receive him with honor.” His voice shook again and this time he made no attempt to steady it as he added, “Farewell, Graystripe. May StarClan light your path.”
He bowed his head and padded slowly to the rockfall, to climb up to his den and grieve alone.
Leafpool crouched with the rest of her Clan in the whispering silence, while the night grew darker and StarClan gathered overhead. Were they greeting a new warrior? The last time she had met with StarClan at the Moonpool, there had been no sign of Graystripe. Perhaps Graystripe wasn’t lost under different skies; perhaps he wasn’t dead at all.
She stirred uneasily and her gaze went to the crack in the rock wall that led to Firestar’s den. Even if that were true, Leafpool was as certain as ever that ThunderClan needed a new deputy. Whether Graystripe was alive or not, he wasn’t here to carry out his duties and give his strength to the Clan.
She raised her eyes to the glitter of Silverpelt above her head. “Please, send me a sign,” she murmured. Then she closed her eyes and waited for the dream from StarClan.
She found herself in the forest on a bright day in newleaf, with sunshine dancing golden on moss30 and fern. She thought she was near the hollow, but when she padded along the path that should have led her to the entrance, she found herself confronted by a thick wall of bramble.
The air was filled with the scent31 of ThunderClan cats, and from the middle of the bramble thicket32 she thought she could hear the happy squealing33 of kits at play. Curious, she leaped into the nearest tree, scrambling35 up until she could see what lay on the other side of the brambles.
She was looking down into the ThunderClan camp. She could see the familiar dens36, a well-stocked fresh-kill pile, and her Clanmates padding back and forth37 or sprawled38 lazily in the sunlight. But instead of high stone walls, the clearing was surrounded by tall barriers of bramble.
Suddenly Leafpool felt herself swooping39 down from the branch until she was hovering40 above the topmost tendrils, as if she were a bird. From here she could gaze right into the wall of thickly intertwining stems. Every branch bristled41 with thorns and, as Leafpool looked closer, she saw that they weren’t thorns at all, but cats’ claws, strong and curved and pointing outward to keep out ThunderClan’s enemies.
Bramble claws! Brambleclaw is keeping the Clan safe
The understanding jerked her awake. Around her the Clan cats still kept their vigil for Graystripe. Silverpelt blazed overhead, and the moon skimmed the branches of the trees, shedding its pale light into the clearing. Moonhigh had almost come, and soon Firestar would name his new deputy.
Shivering, Leafpool sat up and drew a paw over her face. She had prayed to StarClan for a sign, and they had answered her prayer as clearly as any cat could wish for: Brambleclaw was the cat they wanted to protect ThunderClan. Even though he had never had an apprentice, even though the starry42 warriors must know about his meetings with Hawkfrost and Tigerstar, he was still the cat they had chosen.
Quietly, so as not to disturb her grieving Clanmates, Leafpool got up and extended her forepaws in a long stretch. Then she headed for her father’s den.
When she reached it, she found Firestar crouched in his nest with his paws tucked under him. She was thankful to see that the stunned look of grief had faded from his eyes; he was deep in thought and started as she spoke his name.
“Leafpool, is that you? What can I do for you?”
“I have to talk to you, Firestar. StarClan has sent me a sign.” Rapidly, aware of the moon steadily43 rising above the camp, Leafpool told him her dream.
“Brambleclaw?” Firestar echoed when she had finished. “Yes, he’s a good warrior. He would make an excellent deputy.” He shifted among the moss and ferns. “I’d almost decided44 to appoint Brackenfur,” he went on. “He would be a good deputy too, and he is a loyal warrior. But I have to remember that I’m not only choosing a deputy, I’m choosing the cat who might be the next leader of ThunderClan. And somehow . . . I’m not sure Brackenfur is that cat.”
“Brambleclaw could be,” Leafpool mewed. “I know he hasn’t had an apprentice yet, but I don’t think StarClan would have sent me that sign if it mattered to them. These are unusual times—ThunderClan has never had so few apprentices. I . . . I truly believe that Brambleclaw is the right choice.” In spite of all her misgivings45, she couldn’t ignore the tabby tom’s courage and warrior skills, and the determination that had led his companion cats to the sun-drown-place and brought them home with the prophecy that had saved the Clans46. He had been chosen by StarClan then; this could be the next pawstep they wanted him to take.
Firestar nodded thoughtfully. “Thank you, Leafpool.” He rose and gave himself a quick grooming47. “Come on. It’s time.”
He padded out of the den and onto the Highledge. Leafpool followed and stood at his shoulder, looking down into the clearing. The Clan was already gathering48 below, aware that moonhigh was only moments away. Their eyes gleamed pale in the moonlight as they stared up at the ledge18.
“The time has come to name ThunderClan’s new deputy,” Firestar announced. “I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our ancestors, and Graystripe’s spirit, wherever it may be, may hear and approve my choice.”
He paused, as if even now he was reluctant to let go of the last hope that Graystripe would come back. But his voice was stronger as he continued.
“Brambleclaw will be the new deputy of ThunderClan.”
Gasps49 of surprise came from the cats below. “What, that bossy50 furball?” Spiderleg exclaimed, then looked embarrassed that he’d spoken aloud.
Leafpool could see astonishment51 reflected on the faces of every cat, though none was more astonished than Brambleclaw himself. His amber eyes stretched wide with shock. “But I’ve never had an apprentice!” he blurted52 out.
“Firestar, do you think you can do anything you like?” Mousefur’s wiry body was taut54 with anger. “We want a deputy to make the Clan strong, not an inexperienced young cat we can’t trust.”
“Who says we can’t trust him?” Squirrelflight demanded.
“Silence!” Firestar lashed55 his tail. “Brambleclaw has experience that few cats in the forest share. As for his lack of an apprentice, that will be put right soon. Daisy’s kits are almost ready for mentors, and as soon as that day comes, Brambleclaw will mentor Berrykit.”
In spite of the tension around her, Leafpool had to suppress a mrrowof amusement when she heard the squeal34 that went up from the direction of the nursery. Craning her neck to peer through the branches, she spotted56 Berrykit madly chasing his tail in excitement.
“But those weren’t my only reasons for choosing Brambleclaw,” Firestar continued. “Leafpool, tell the Clan about your dream, please.”
Leafpool stepped forward to the edge of the Highledge and described the sign that StarClan had sent her, of the circle of brambles keeping the Clan safe. When she finished, she saw Dustpelt dip his head.
“I can’t quarrel with StarClan,” he meowed.
“Well, I can!” To Leafpool’s surprise, the challenge came from Ashfur. He marched forward until he stood directly beneath the Highledge, the moonlight turning his gray pelt to silver. Instead of addressing his leader, he turned to face the Clan. “Doesn’t any cat think it’s odd that Squirrelflight is Brambleclaw’s mate, and our medicine cat is Squirrelflight’s sister? It’s very convenient that she had a sign about Brambleclaw just now, isn’t it?”
Leafpool felt her neck fur bristling57. How daredAshfur suggest that she would invent a sign to help her sister’s mate become deputy! Even if he was bitter at losing Squirrelflight to Brambleclaw, he should know that a medicine cat would never lie.
“Ashfur, you—” she began.
Her words were drowned in a furious yowl from Squirrelflight. “Say that to my face, fox dung!”
The ginger58 warrior lunged at Ashfur, but Brambleclaw thrust her to one side and wrapped his tail around her neck. He was saying something to her, speaking fast and urgently, too low for Leafpool to hear.
“Do any other cats agree with Ashfur?” Firestar demanded calmly.
Leafpool saw Spiderleg glance uneasily from side to side; he opened his jaws59 to speak and then obviously thought better of it.
“None of us agree,” Brackenfur called out. “Leafpool is an honest cat. If StarClan chose Brambleclaw, that’s enough for us. I think he’ll make a great deputy.”
Brambleclaw stepped away from Squirrelflight with a last warning glance. He dipped his head to Brackenfur and then, more deeply still, to Firestar. “Thank you,” he meowed. “I know I can never fill Graystripe’s place, but I’ll do my best to be a good deputy for ThunderClan.”
The tension within Leafpool faded as the Clan crowded around Brambleclaw to congratulate him, pressing up against him and calling out his name. Stormfur and Brook were among the first, and even Mousefur was among them. The only cat to hold back was Ashfur, who stalked off alone to the warriors’ den.
As the cats began to leave the clearing, some to their dens, some to continue the vigil for Graystripe, Leafpool thought she saw another cat twining itself around Brambleclaw. A muscular tomcat, broader in the shoulders, but with the same dark tabby fur. The shape was gone almost at once, but not before Leafpool had seen its powerful, curved claws and the gleam of triumph in its amber eyes.
Tigerstar still haunted the pawsteps of his son, and had been beside him when Firestar made him deputy.
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