Hollypaw was dreaming. She was chargingthrough the forest as rain pounded the leaf-strewn earth. She could glimpse Willowpaw’s striped pelt1 through the trees. The RiverClan medicine cat apprentice3 was running fast, always a few steps ahead.
“Wait for me!” Hollypaw called. “There’s something I want to ask you.”
“I’ll tell you if you catch up!” Willowpaw called back.
Hollypaw pushed harder, her paws skidding4 on the mud, but Willowpaw stayed a tail-length out of reach.
“There’s something wrong with RiverClan, isn’t there?” Hollypaw yowled.
“I can’t hear you. The rain’s too loud.”
“Tell me what’s wrong!”
The rain pelted6 down more fiercely, rattling7 against the leaves and bouncing off the ground.
“Willowpaw!”
“I can’t tell you unless you catch me!”
“Slow down!” Hollypaw narrowed her eyes against the downpour. “Willowpaw?”
Willowpaw had disappeared.
Hollypaw was alone in the drenched8 forest.
She blinked open her eyes. Rain was battering9 the den10 roof, finding its way through the thick foliage11 of the yew12 branches and dripping into the nests. Hollypaw shivered and snuggled deeper into the moss13 but something wet was pressing against her.
Lionpaw’s pelt.
Hollypaw shoved him away. “Move over. Your fur is soaking.”
Lionpaw rolled back against her.
“Lionpaw!” She scrambled15 to her paws and stared at her brother. Dawn light was filtering through the branches, just enough to give color to the pelts16 of the sleeping cats. Lionpaw’s fur was drenched, as though he had spent the night out in the rain, though he was fast asleep now. Hollypaw sniffed17 him suspiciously. Perhaps he had just gone out to make dirt and slipped back into the den for more sleep.
She yawned and stretched, her tail shivering with the effort. She felt cold to the bone. Mousepaw, Berrypaw, and Honeypaw were asleep despite the rain. Poppypaw’s and Hazelpaw’s nests were empty but their scent18 was fresh; they must have gone out with the dawn patrol.
“Hollypaw?” Cinderpaw lifted her head and blinked open her eyes. “Did the rain wake you?”
Hollypaw shook her head. “Lionpaw did,” she mewed. “He’s soaking wet.”
“He’s been out in this?” Cinderpaw rubbed her eyes with a paw.
“It looks like it.” Hollypaw’s fur was starting to itch19 with curiosity. This wasn’t the first time Lionpaw had done something weird20. He had woken her before dawn only a few days ago, slinking back into the den. He said he’d been out to make dirt, but his fur smelled of leaves, as though he’d been farther into the forest than just the dirtplace. Andhe’d snapped the answer back as though she was prying21. She was sure he was up to something.
Cinderpaw’s belly22 began to rumble23. “I wonder if there’s any fresh-kill on the pile yet?”
“There may be some left over from last night,” Hollypaw suggested. “Let’s go and see.”
She picked her way among the warm bodies of her sleeping Clanmates and peered out of the entrance. She could hardly see the fresh-kill pile. The dawn sky was dark with clouds and the rain was so heavy that mud danced over the clearing.
Cinderpaw squeezed up beside her. “Let’s make a dash for it.”
“Okay.” Hollypaw screwed up her eyes and darted24 out of the den.
Stormfur and Brook25 crouched27 beneath Highledge, sharing a soggy robin28 beneath the sheltering overhang.
“This weather’s too wet even for RiverClan!” Stormfur called in greeting.
Hollypaw paused, blinking the rain from her eyes. “Now I know how fish feel!”
Cinderpaw scooted past her.
“Don’t sit there like a startled rabbit, Hollypaw,” Brook urged. “Find shelter!”
Hollypaw hurried after Cinderpaw and sent up a spray of mucky water as she skidded29 to a halt by the fresh-kill pile. A few sodden30 pieces of prey31 lay plastered in mud. She picked up a sorry-looking mouse and carried it to the shelter of the brambles that crowded one side of the medicine den.
“Yuck!” Cinderpaw dropped a dripping wren32 on the ground and shook herself. Hollypaw flattened33 her ears as the spray showered her.
“Sorry.” Cinderpaw crouched and took a bite of her wren. “This tastes like mud!” she mewed with her mouth full.
At the entrance to the medicine den, the dripping brambles shivered and Leafpool hurried out, her jaws34 clutching a bundle of herbs. She dashed across the clearing and disappeared into the nursery.
“I hope Icekit and Foxkit are okay,” Hollypaw mewed.
“Daisy was sneezing last night,” Cinderpaw told her. “I think she has a cold.”
Hollypaw peered up through the brambles at the gray sky. “We’ll all have colds if this rain doesn’t stop soon. That, or webbed feet.” It had been nearly a half-moon since the Gathering36, and it seemed to have rained every day.
The rest of the camp was beginning to stir. Thornclaw yawned as he padded around the clearing followed by Dustpelt. As Hollypaw swallowed the last mouthfuls of cold mouse, Firestar emerged from his cave on Highledge and surveyed the camp. Brambleclaw darted from the warriors37’ den and bounded up the rockfall to meet him. The two warriors vanished into Firestar’s cave, their tails low against the rain that hurled39 against the cliff.
Mousefur peered out from the honeysuckle-draped bush that formed the elders’ den, before disappearing back inside with a snort of disgust. Graystripe padded from behind the warriors’ den, where he shared a makeshift den with Millie. His thick gray pelt was plastered against his body. He picked two birds from the fresh-kill pile and hurried back to his nest.
Brackenfur emerged from the warriors’ den and stretched, arching his tail and reaching out with his forepaws until his chest touched the ground. Then he straightened and shook himself, fluffing out his golden fur. “Hollypaw?” He peered toward her through narrowed eyes, rain streaming from his whiskers. “Is that you?”
Hollypaw padded out from the shelter of the brambles. “I was just eating with Cinderpaw,” she greeted him.
“Well, if you’ve got a full belly, you can come hunting with me.”
Hollypaw felt a surge of delight. Hunting would warm her up. “Can Cinderpaw come too?” she asked.
Cinderpaw shook her head. “Cloudtail asked me to clean out the elders’ bedding this morning.”
“I’ll bring you back a warm mouse if I can,” Hollypaw promised.
“One without mud, please,” Cinderpaw purred.
“Come on, Hollypaw.” Brackenfur was already racing41 for the camp entrance.
Outside, the forest floor was soaked, the dead leaves slimy and rotten underpaw, but Hollypaw soon began to feel warm as she chased Brackenfur up the steep slope and they headed into the forest. The rain was beginning to ease and for the first time that morning she opened her eyes wide. The trees ahead were thickening and the forest darkened where pines began to grow among the leafless trees. ShadowClan territory lay this way. Hollypaw thought of the new kittens—her kin14—in the camp beyond the border. If they shared her blood, would they share her scent as well? Was it blood or Clan2 that decided42 scent? How would they tell whose marker was whose?
“Brackenfur?”
Brackenfur skidded on the wet leaves and turned to face her, his eyes bright. “Do you smell prey?” he asked hopefully.
Hollypaw shook her head. “I was just wondering…” She searched for the words to explain the unease that was nagging43 her.
“Yes?”
“Well, I was wondering…”
Brackenfur shook the rain from his whiskers. “What is it, for StarClan’s sake?”
“If the new kits44 in ShadowClan are my kin, do I still have to fight them in battle?”
“Of course, if they threaten your Clan.” Brackenfur turned away and started padding through the forest once more, his nose twitching45 as he hunted for scent among the wet undergrowth
Hollypaw hurried to keep up with him. “But what if my Clan threatens them and I don’t think it’s fair?”
“Why should we do that?” Brackenfur’s ears pricked46 and he dropped into a hunting crouch26.
“But just say we did? Shouldn’t I feel some loyalty48 to kin?”
“A true warrior38 is loyal to her Clan above everything.” Brackenfur began to knead the ground with his hind40 paws; he had spotted49 something ahead and was preparing to pounce50. But Hollypaw’s mind was hungrier than her belly.
“You can’t hurt cats that share your blood,” she argued. “Does that mean there are more important things than the warrior code?” She blinked in alarm. “If that’s true, then how do we know what’s right—”
“Hush!” Brackenfur’s hiss51 silenced her as a leaf trembled a fox-length away and a small brown shape shot away into the safety of its burrow52.
Brackenfur sat up and stared crossly at his apprentice. “Why don’t you stop thinking about the warrior code and start following it? Your Clan is hungry and wet. You should be concentrating on feeding them, not on deciding what’s wrong and what’s right!”
Hollypaw’s tail drooped53. He was right. She had scared off prey that could have fed her Clanmates. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“Now stop asking questions and find something to take back to camp!”
Hollypaw hunted even harder than usual and returned to the camp carrying three mice. Brackenfur led her through the thorn tunnel, a crow in his jaws. He dropped it on a fresh-kill pile that had already been restocked by another hunting patrol.
“You did well,” he congratulated her. She felt relieved that she had made up for losing him the mouse. “Now go and get dry in your den,” he advised. “I’ll take food to Mousefur and Longtail.”
The rain had stopped but the forest was still dripping. Hollypaw padded to the apprentices54’ den. Inside, the nests were empty except for Lionpaw’s. Hollypaw could see his golden pelt rising and falling gently as he slept. How could he sleep the morning away while everyone else was busy looking after the Clan?
“Doesn’t Ashfur have any jobs for you?” she called irritably55.
“Huh? What?” Lionpaw’s head shot up and he stared, blinking, at her. “Is it dawn already?”
“It’s halfway56 to sunhigh!”
Lionpaw leaped to his paws. His eyes were round with guilt57. “Has Ashfur been looking for me?”
“I don’t know. I’vebeen out hunting,” Hollypaw answered pointedly58. She began tugging60 at the damp bedding closest to her, pulling at it with her teeth and shaking it to let moisture out and fresh air in. “Why are you so tired anyway?” she asked, her mew muffled61 by the moss.
“I didn’t sleep well,” Lionpaw replied.
Hollypaw glanced at him, but he was staring at the ground, as if avoiding her gaze. “Is there something wrong, Lionpaw?”
“No,” he mewed quickly.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course!” His mew was tetchy.
Hollypaw felt a wave of sadness. They used to share everything, but now getting details out of her brother was like trying to pick fleas62 off a hedgehog. Unless they jumped out by themselves, there was no way she could reach them.
“Okay, okay! There’s no need to bite my head off!” She started plucking at the moss again.
Lionpaw padded past her. “I wasn’t biting your head off,” he muttered. “But sometimes it’s nice to be able to do stuff without being asked so many questions!” He stalked out of the den, leaving Hollypaw alone.
She sighed and let the moss she was working on drop to the ground. Perhaps Jaypaw knew what was up with Lionpaw. He always seemed to guess what shewas thinking. Perhaps he could do the same with Lionpaw. She headed for the medicine den and pushed her way through the brambles.
Jaypaw was sorting through herbs at the back of the cleft63 in the rock wall. “I’m busy,” he mewed without looking up. “Leafpool wants me to see what herbs we need before she gets back from the nursery.”
“Are the kits sick?” Hollypaw asked anxiously.
“Daisy has a cold,” Jaypaw replied. “Nothing serious, but with all this rain, Leafpool wants to treat it before it gets worse.”
“I wanted to talk to you about Lionpaw,” she ventured.
“Is he ill?”
“No.” Hollypaw sat down, wishing Jaypaw would stop messing around with the herbs and talk to her properly. “He’s just been so tired lately, and grumpy. Every time I talk to him he practically nips my whiskers off.”
“How should I know what’s wrong with him?” Jaypaw pushed a pile of dark green leaves together. Hollypaw tried to remember their name—she had, after all, trained as a medicine cat for a while—but she hadn’t a clue.
“It’s just that you usually know.”
“Youshare a den with him,” Jaypaw pointed59 out. “I’m stuck over here with Leafpool most of the time.” His voice prickled with resentment64.
Hollypaw sat in silence for a moment. On top of worrying about Lionpaw, her dream about Willowpaw was still nagging at the back of her mind. But if Jaypaw wasn’t going to help her work out what was up with Lionpaw, there wasn’t much hope he would care what was bothering her RiverClan friend. And yet…
She decided to try coming at it sideways. Always a good hunting move when stalking tricky65 prey.
“Did you speak to Willowpaw at the Gathering?” she asked casually66.
“Not much.”
“I think she’s worried you don’t like her.”
“Why do I have to like every cat I meet?” Jaypaw grumbled67.
“Why do you have to dislike every cat you meet?” she shot back. “Willowpaw’s really nice. You don’t have to go out of your way to make her feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t makeher feel anything.” Jaypaw turned back to his herbs. “She feels what she wants to feel.”
“Didn’t you think she was feeling anxious at the Gathering?” Hollypaw decided to press on. “Didn’t you think the whole of RiverClan was acting68 oddly?”
Jaypaw turned from his herbs. “Perhaps.” His ears were pricked as if Hollypaw had finally said something that interested him.
“So I didn’t just imagine it?”
“Imagine what?”
“That something’s troubling RiverClan?”
“Do youthink there is?” Jaypaw was leaning toward her now.
“I don’t know.” Hollypaw didn’t want to start a rumor69 that would make RiverClan look weak. It felt disloyal to her friend. And besides, it might not be true. “Do you?”
“I couldn’t tell.”
Hollypaw felt a wave of frustration70. This conversation was going in circles!
“But I might be able to find out something when we go to the Moonpool,” Jaypaw went on.
Of course!The medicine cats would be traveling together to the Moonpool at half-moon. That was only a few days away. “If there is something worrying Willowpaw, will you tell me?” Hollypaw asked.
Jaypaw narrowed his eyes. “Sure. I know how I’ll be able to find out.”
Hollypaw’s pelt began to prick47 with unease. “I’m not asking you to spyor anything,” she mewed. “Just let me know if I’m right to worry….”
“Okay.” Jaypaw shrugged71 and began pawing at another pile of herbs.
“Hollypaw!” Brackenfur was calling her from the clearing.
Feeling slightly relieved, she hurried out of the medicine den. A small patch of blue had opened in the clouds above the hollow.
“We may as well do some training in the forest while the rain holds off,” Brackenfur meowed. “Cloudtail’s taking Cinderpaw out to explore and I thought we could join them. Get to know the territory a bit better.”
Cinderpaw came bouncing toward them, followed by Cloudtail and Birchfall.
“Firestar wants us to check out the old fox den,” Birchfall called. “Make sure those fox cubs72 haven’t returned.”
Hollypaw shivered. She still remembered the awful day when she and Jaypaw and Lionpaw had set out to chase the fox cubs from the den and had ended up being chased themselves. In his terror, Jaypaw had fallen over the side of the hollow and nearly died.
“Don’t worry, Hollypaw,” Cinderpaw whispered. “I’ll watch your tail.”
Hollypaw brushed gratefully against her friend as they padded out of the camp after the three warriors. “And I’ll watch yours.”
As they neared the narrow glade73 that sloped down to the den, Hollypaw sniffed the air. Her paws tingled74. Fox!
“Young, female, but it’s stale,” Cinderpaw interpreted, nose twitching.
“How can you be sure?” Hollypaw asked in surprise. As far as she knew, Cinderpaw had never met a fox, and couldn’t know their scent well enough to distinguish all that.
Cinderpaw shrugged. “I just know,” she mewed.
“She’s right about it being stale,” Cloudtail meowed. “There’s been no fox here since leaf-fall.”
Hollypaw glanced at her friend. Cinderpaw sometimes said or did things that suggested she knew more than she let on. But holding back secrets was not like Cinderpaw. The gray apprentice was usually three paw steps ahead of herself and would rather leap in, whiskers first, than stop and think. Perhaps she had been here before and just forgotten.
Cloudtail was obviously wondering the same. “Have you been here with another patrol?”
Cinderpaw shook her head. “This is definitely the first time,” she mewed.
Cloudtail and Brackenfur exchanged glances, and Hollypaw guessed that they were as puzzled as she was.
An owl5 screeched75 far above the hollow, and Hollypaw rolled over in her nest, half-woken by the noise. She stretched her forepaws, feeling for the reassuring76 warmth of Lionpaw, and found emptiness.
She blinked open her eyes.
“Lionpaw?” she hissed77 under her breath.
No reply.
She reached farther into his nest, wondering if he had rolled to the far side but no, he was definitely gone.
“Are you looking for Lionpaw?” Poppypaw yawned from the other side of his nest. “He left the den a while ago.”
Hollypaw sat up, her heart racing. Lionpaw had gone missing once too often.
“Is something wrong?” Poppypaw’s eyes gleamed in the darkness.
“N-no.” Hollypaw didn’t want to arouse the suspicions of the other apprentices.
“Has Lionpaw gone to make dirt again?” Cinderpaw’s mew sounded behind her. “It must be that stale old thrush he ate.”
Hollypaw felt a wave of gratitude78 toward her friend. She was clearly covering for Lionpaw, stopping Poppypaw from answering any more awkward questions. The thrush had been perfectly79 healthy, caught fresh that day.
“I’ll go and check if he’s okay,” Hollypaw mewed.
She crept from the den and hurried as silently as she could around the edge of the slumbering80 camp, keeping to the shadows. Lionpaw’s scent led to the entrance, following the same furtive81 route. Let me find him making dirt,Hollypaw prayed.
Paw steps sounded behind her.
Hollypaw froze and glanced over her shoulder.
“It’s just me.” Cinderpaw’s mew sounded from the darkness, and the gray tabby stepped out of the shadows. “I thought you might want company.”
“Thanks.” If Lionpaw was really making dirt, there was no harm in Cinderpaw’s knowing, but if he wasn’t and, as Hollypaw feared, he was out in the forest, she would be pleased to have a friend with her.
One after the other, they squeezed through the small tunnel to the dirtplace.
“He’s not here,” Cinderpaw whispered.
Hollypaw sighed, her heart heavy. “No.”
“What do you think he’s up to?”
Hollypaw didn’t dare reply. She could guess why he might have left the camp under cover of night, but she didn’t want to believe it.
“His trail leads this way,” Cinderpaw announced, pointing with her nose up the lakeward slope.
Hollypaw’s belly tightened82. The trail led up over the ridge83 and then around onto the moorland: WindClan territory. Perhaps he’s just exploring. Hope stirred in her chest, but beneath it, like a rock, lay the dark suspicion that he was meeting Heatherpaw.
“We’re going to follow him, aren’t we?” Cinderpaw was staring at Hollypaw, her eyes clouded with worry. Had she guessed, too? Surely not. How could she know?
“Perhaps it’s none of our business,” Hollypaw suggested feebly.
“Of course it’s our business! Our denmate is out there alone. What if something happened to him?”
“Is that the only reason you want to follow him—because he might be in danger?”
“No.” Cinderpaw sat down. “I think he may be doing something he will live to regret.”
Hollypaw was taken aback by her friend’s serious tone. “Do you know something I don’t?” she asked.
Cinderpaw shook her head. “It’s just a feeling I have. I can’t explain it. A feeling that Lionpaw is making a mistake that’s been made before, that should never be made, that only leads to trouble….” Her mew died away but her eyes were shining with emotion.
“Okay.” Hollypaw could not ignore the strength of her friend’s feeling. Nor could she ignore her own. All her instincts told her that Lionpaw was breaking the warrior code, and it was her duty as a Clan cat to stop him. She charged up the slope, sniffing84 the twigs85 and brambles for Lionpaw’s scent, following the path he had taken to the top of the ridge. Cinderpaw bounded after her and they quickly reached the edge of the trees. The ground sloped away in front of them, down to the shore where the lake sparkled in the moonlight. Hollypaw scanned the distant moorland, half hoping to see Lionpaw, half hoping she wouldn’t. If Lionpaw was roaming around at night, she wanted it to be on ThunderClan territory.
There was no sign of movement in the shadowy heather. Hollypaw plunged86 down the slope, following an old rabbit track through the coarsening grass. Underpaw the ground grew more peaty as they neared the WindClan border. Heather bushes sprouted87 on either side of the track as the slope flattened and the sound of water lapping the shore grew louder.
“Did you hear that?” Cinderpaw’s hiss startled Hollypaw.
She pricked her ears. A small hollow, ringed by heather, lay in shadow ahead of them. From it came the sound of voices. Hollypaw’s tail bristled88 as she recognized Lionpaw’s mew. He sounded happy; happier than she had heard him in days. She crept forward, keeping low, and ducked into the swath of heather that shielded the hollow. Setting the bushes rustling89, she wriggled90 between the bare stems and peered over the top of the slope.
Her brother was charging after a ball of moss like an excited kit35. He dived at it as it landed and, with a tremendous swipe, sent it flying back in the other direction. A lithe91 shape leaped up from the grass to catch it. Its tabby pelt glowed in the moonlight. Hollypaw’s heart sank like a rock. Heatherpaw!
“You don’t seem surprised.” Cinderpaw had slid in beside her and was peering down into the grassy92 dip.
Hollypaw shook her head. “I’m not.” Reluctantly she wriggled out from the heather. “Lionpaw!” she called.
Lionpaw and Heatherpaw froze, staring at each other in alarm. The moss ball fell to the ground.
“What are you doing here?” Hollypaw demanded.
Slowly Lionpaw tore his gaze from Heatherpaw’s and turned to face his sister. His eyes sparked with defiance93. “What are youdoing here?”
“Looking for you!”
“Spyingon me!”
Hollypaw flinched94. “You shouldn’t be here, playing with her!” She glared at Heatherpaw.
“Why not? She’s just a friend.”
“A friend from another Clan!”
“You’refriends with Willowpaw!”
“I don’t sneak95 off every night to see her.”
Lionpaw opened his mouth to object, but no words came out. Hollypaw knew she had won the argument. But her brother’s eyes did not concede anything. They shone with rage. He turned to Heatherpaw. “I’d better go.”
Heatherpaw dipped her head. “I know,” she sighed.
Hollypaw clenched96 her teeth as Lionpaw brushed muzzles97 with the WindClan apprentice. Did he really believe it was just friendship that brought him here?
Lionpaw padded up the slope and glared at Cinderpaw. “Did you have to tell the whole Clan?” he hissed at Hollypaw.
Cinderpaw flicked98 her tail. “I just came to make sure Hollypaw was safe,” she explained. “No one else knows.”
“And they won’t know,” Hollypaw added, “so long as you stay away from Heatherpaw.”
Lionpaw glared at her. “Is that a threat?”
Hollypaw backed away. She had never seen Lionpaw this angry. Even when they had quarreled as kits, there had always been a lighthearted twinkle in his eyes. But not now. His eyes were cold as stars.
“If you continue meeting Heatherpaw, I will have to tell Brambleclaw,” she insisted, trying not to let her voice tremble
Lionpaw bristled.
“There’s a good reason why the warrior code forbids mixing with cats from other Clans,” Hollypaw went on. “How can you be loyal to your own Clan when your heart lies in another?”
“Are you accusing me of disloyalty?” Lionpaw flattened his ears.
“I know you’d never be disloyal,” Hollypaw mewed. “But you’re making it difficult for yourself. That’s why you must stop this.” It was hard enough having kin in another Clan without deliberately99 making friends outside the forest. Weren’t Lionpaw’s Clanmates enough for him?
A low growl100 sounded in Lionpaw’s throat. He barged past Hollypaw and padded toward the trees. Hollypaw felt Cinderpaw’s tail run along her flank, smoothing her ruffled101 fur.
“He’ll get over it,” Cinderpaw promised.
“I hope so,” Hollypaw sighed. She knew she’d done the right thing, but she hadn’t expected Lionpaw to react so angrily, as if he believed that he’d done nothing wrong. Would he ever forgive her?
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