Wind whipped through Lionpaw’s pelt1 ashe raced toward the ShadowClan border. He couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be than running beside his father, with an important mission ahead and the chance to prove himself. He was proud of how he kept up with Brambleclaw; he wasn’t as big, but his legs were nearly as long.
“Watch out,” Brambleclaw warned. “Fallen tree ahead.”
Lionpaw had already spotted3 it, a beech4 with smooth gray bark, brought down in the storms of the previous leaf-bare. A few dead leaves still clung to its branches, rustling5 in the breeze. Brambleclaw skirted the roots, but Lionpaw sprang upward, scrabbling with his hind6 paws to drag himself on top of the trunk, and pushed his way through the branches until he could leap down on the other side.
He wanted to show Brambleclaw just how fast and powerful he could be, so when a small stream crossed their path he gathered his muscles for an enormous leap and launched himself across the water. His paws stretched for a smooth flat stone on the opposite side, but just before he landed a blackbird erupted from a hazel bush just ahead, giving a raucous7 alarm call.
Startled, Lionpaw landed awkwardly; his hind paws slipped and cold water surged over his haunches and his tail. “Mouse dung!” he spat8, his claws scoring the stone as he dragged himself out.
Brambleclaw was waiting for him on the bank, amusement glimmering9 in his amber10 eyes. “Steady on,” he purred. “You’re not a RiverClan cat, and we haven’t time for fishing.”
“Sorry,” Lionpaw muttered. Glittering drops of water spun11 away from his pelt as he tried to shake himself dry.
As they drew closer to ShadowClan territory, Brambleclaw’s pace slowed, until he came to a halt on the border not far from the dead tree.
“What are we waiting for?” Lionpaw mewed.
“A ShadowClan patrol,” his father replied. “They’ll escort us to their camp.”
“But you knowwhere the camp is,” Lionpaw protested, flexing12 his claws in frustration13. “It’s not as if we’re attacking them! Why can’t we just go?”
“Because Blackstar won’t see it like that.” Brambleclaw looked down at him, serious now. “We’re coming to take one of his warriors16 away on a long, dangerous journey, to help a completely different group of cats. He won’t like it, and I can’t say I blame him. Besides, the warrior15 code forbids us to trespass17 on another Clan2’s territory, whether we’re friendly or not. We’ll wait.” He sat down just on the ThunderClan side of the border and wrapped his tail over his paws. “If you want something to do, you can groom18 that wet fur. I don’t want ShadowClan thinking that ThunderClan apprentices20 can’t look after themselves.”
Lionpaw’s pelt had begun to dry, the hairs clumping21 together in untidy tufts. He sat down and gave himself a thorough washing, stretching his neck over his back to reach every last scrap22 of fur. When he had finished there were still no ShadowClan warriors in sight.
“Don’t they ever patrol their borders?” he grumbled23, batting at a beetle24 that was climbing a grass stem near his nose.
Brambleclaw had settled into a crouch25, his paws tucked comfortably under him and his eyes slitted, enjoying the sun. “They’ll be along soon. You can hunt if you want, but make sure you stay on thisside of the border.”
Lionpaw sprang up, but before he could pinpoint27 any prey28 he heard the sound of pelts29 swishing through the bracken a few fox-lengths away. A ShadowClan patrol appeared from the arching fronds30 and stalked toward the border. Lionpaw recognized Russetfur, the ShadowClan deputy, but the other two—a young dark brown tom and a tortoiseshell she-cat—were strangers to him.
As soon as he spotted Brambleclaw and Lionpaw waiting by the border, the young tom exclaimed, “Intruders! I knewI’d scented31 them.” He bounded forward, his fur bristling33.
“Toadfoot, wait!” Russetfur overtook her Clanmate and padded up to Brambleclaw. “What do you want?”
“Greetings.” Brambleclaw dipped his head, ignoring the deputy’s hostile tone. “We’re not intruding34, Russetfur, just waiting for an escort to your camp. We need to speak to Blackstar.”
Russetfur’s whiskers twitched35 suspiciously. “What’s so important that it can’t wait until the Gathering36?”
“A decision that Blackstar must make now.”
The ShadowClan deputy lashed37 her tail; Lionpaw guessed she was furious that Brambleclaw wouldn’t tell her what his business was. Reluctantly she stepped back, jerking her head to invite Brambleclaw and Lionpaw across the border.
“Ivytail, run back to the camp and warn Blackstar,” she ordered. “Toadfoot, keep an eye out behind. We need to be sure that there aren’t any more ThunderClan warriors lurking38 about.”
She turned and stalked off, with Brambleclaw padding quietly at her shoulder, while Toadfoot drew close to Lionpaw, fixing him with a fierce glare. “Don’t even thinkabout unsheathing your claws,” he hissed39.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Lionpaw retorted. He remembered Birchfall, back in camp, talking about his friendship with ShadowClan kits41 during the Great Journey. Toadkit was one of the names he mentioned; this young warrior must be the same cat.
“Do you remember Birchkit?” he asked, trying to be more friendly. “He’s Birchfall now.”
“So?” Toadfoot sounded just as hostile.
“He was telling us about you earlier today. He said what good friends he was with you and your littermates.”
For a heartbeat he thought he saw a shadow of sadness in Toadfoot’s eyes, but it was gone before he could be sure.
“That was on the Great Journey,” Toadfoot meowed. “Things were different then. I’m a ShadowClan warrior now.”
Lionpaw stifled42 a sigh. Why couldn’t you be a loyal warrior and still have friends in other Clans43? He wondered if things had been better on the Great Journey, when there were no borders, so you didn’t have to be enemies with other cats just because of where they lived.
But he couldn’t go on thinking about that now, not when Russetfur was leading them deeper into ShadowClan territory. Lionpaw’s whiskers twitched as they skirted the empty stretch of grass where Twolegs came in greenleaf. He had seen the flat green pelts they put there when he was on border patrols, but he had never set paw anywhere near them. He tasted Twoleg scent32 as Russetfur led them past, creeping close to the ground in the shadow of the ferns, but there was no noise of Twoleg yowling or any sign of the Twolegs themselves.
As they left the clearing behind, Lionpaw was surprised to find that the woodland on the other side looked just like ThunderClan territory. But gradually the familiar oaks and beeches44 gave way to tall, dark pines, with spiky45 shadows trapped in their branches. Birdsong echoed strangely from the narrow, leafless trunks. The undergrowth of fern and bramble thinned out until the cats were padding across ground that was bare except for a thick covering of brown pine needles.
Suppressing a shiver, Lionpaw hurried so he could catch up to Brambleclaw and walk at his side. His father flashed him a sympathetic glance and brushed his tail comfortingly across his shoulder.
At last Lionpaw began to pick up the mingled46 scents47 of many cats, coming from just ahead. Russetfur led them up a short slope and through a barrier of bushes that grew along the top.
“Wait here,” she ordered.
She headed down a shallower slope into a wide hollow, while Toadfoot stayed to guard the two ThunderClan cats, glaring through narrowed eyes from a couple of tail-lengths away.
“Is this the ShadowClan camp?” Lionpaw whispered to Brambleclaw. “It looks so open.”
“We’re lucky to have the hollow to shelter us,” Brambleclaw replied.
When he looked closer, Lionpaw began to see that this was a Clan camp very like his own, even though it looked so different. Russetfur had vanished into a gap behind a huge boulder48, which he guessed was the Clan leader’s den49. Not far away from it was a straggly bramble thicket50 that was probably the apprentices’ den; there was a dead log just outside it, thickly scored with scratch marks, which would be the place where the apprentices sharpened their claws.
He started at a yowl from a yew51 bush on the slope just below him. “This moss52 is dripping wet! I’ll scratchthat apprentice19 when I catch him!”
“The elders’ den,” Lionpaw muttered to his father. “I guess they’re just the same everywhere.”
He was distracted from his study of the camp by the reappearance of Russetfur. Blackstar followed her out of the gap behind the boulder and leaped onto a tree stump53 in the middle of the hollow. Russetfur gestured to Toadfoot with her tail, and the brown tom escorted Brambleclaw and Lionpaw down the slope until they stood in front of the ShadowClan leader. Lionpaw felt curious stares from the ShadowClan warriors scorch54 his pelt and heard the cats muttering to one another. They didn’t sound friendly.
He had seen Blackstar before at Gatherings55, but he had never been so close to him. Swallowing nervously56, he realized that the white tom was a very powerful warrior. One swat from those huge black paws could shred57 a cat’s ear. He wondered what Brambleclaw would do if Blackstar attacked him. Was he strong and skillful enough to fight him off and escape from the rival Clan’s territory?
But for the moment Blackstar seemed calm, if not exactly welcoming. “Brambleclaw,” he meowed. “What are you doing in our territory?”
“I’ve come to speak to my sister, Tawnypelt.”
“What if she doesn’t want to speak to you?” Russetfur’s tone was sharp.
Blackstar raised his tail, warning his deputy to be quiet. “What do you want with her?”
Lionpaw’s belly58 churned as Brambleclaw told the ShadowClan cats about the appearance of Talon59 and Night and the trouble that had come upon the Tribe of Rushing Water. “Firestar has agreed to let me and Squirrelflight go back to the mountains to help the Tribe cats,” he finished. “We thought we should invite Tawnypelt and Crowfeather to come too. They know the Tribe well from the first journey we made together.”
“What!” Russetfur exclaimed, before Blackstar could respond. “You dare to come here and expect to take one of our warriors away? Of course Tawnypelt’s not going. She has kits, for StarClan’s sake!”
Once again Blackstar gestured with his tail. “You’ll make these ThunderClan cats think we don’t want to cooperate,” he told her. “Suppose we ask Tawnypelt what she wants to do? It’s her decision.”
Lionpaw flashed a glance at his father, but Brambleclaw avoided his gaze. It was clear that Blackstar expected Tawnypelt would decide to stay with her Clanmates and her kits.
Blackstar leaped down from the stump and led the way across the camp to a bramble thicket on the far side. “This is our nursery,” he meowed. “Go in and see her.”
Brambleclaw nodded in thanks and lowered his head to creep through the narrow entrance. Lionpaw followed; to his relief Blackstar remained outside.
ShadowClan’s nursery was bigger than the one in the stone hollow, but it had the same cozy60 covering of moss on the floor and the same warm, milky61 smell. As Lionpaw’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he made out the glimmering shape of a white queen with a huge swollen62 belly, curled in a mossy nest. Her ears pricked63 anxiously as the two ThunderClan cats entered.
“Brambleclaw!” The exclamation64 came from farther inside the nursery. Lionpaw spotted Tawnypelt, her head raised and her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”
“We came to see you,” Brambleclaw replied. “I’ve got something to ask you.”
Before he could say any more, Tawnypelt’s kits scrambled65 out of their nest and bounced over to Brambleclaw and Lionpaw.
“Who are you?” The biggest kit40, a tiger-striped tom, stretched up until his whiskers tickled66 Lionpaw’s nose.
Lionpaw edged back, stifling67 a sneeze. “My name’s Lionpaw. I’m an apprentice from—”
His father gave him a warning nudge. “We’re ThunderClan cats,” he replied.
“Oh, that’s why you smell all yucky!” A tiny tom with dark ginger68 fur wrinkled his nose.
Not half as yucky as you do
The third kit, a gray she-cat, bounded up to Lionpaw and flung herself at him; he was so surprised that he lost his balance and landed on his side in the moss.
“We’re the best fighters!” the gray kit yowled. “Come on, let’s defend the camp!”
Instantly the other two kits bundled on top of Lionpaw. For a heartbeat he wondered if ShadowClan was so hostile that even the kits tried to drive out intruders; then he realized that it was only a game. The kits’ claws were sheathed69, and their eyes gleamed with mischief70, not anger. He fought back, pushing the kits off him and managing to get to his paws again, spitting out moss.
“That’s no way to welcome a visitor,” Tawnypelt scolded them. “Brambleclaw, these are my kits—the striped one is Tigerkit, the ginger is Flamekit, and the one who’s asking for a cuff71 around the ear is Dawnkit.” She glared at the she-cat, who was creeping up on Lionpaw’s tail as if it were a piece of prey.
Tigerkit!Lionpaw stiffened72. Did Tawnypelt hope that her son would become as great a warrior as Tigerstar? Would this kit receive the same training from their ancestor as Lionpaw did?
“Kits!” Tawnypelt warned her litter to behave. “Come over here, Brambleclaw, and tell me what all this is about.”
Absorbed in trying to keep his tail out of reach of Dawnkit, who clearly hadn’t listened to her mother’s warning, Lionpaw didn’t hear his father’s explanation. But he stopped, fur tingling73 with excitement, when he heard Tawnypelt mew, “I will come.”
The tortoiseshell she-cat’s eyes were shining as she clambered out of her nest. All three kits gave up chasing Lionpaw and stared at their mother.
“What do you mean?” Tigerkit asked.
“You’re not going to leave us?” Dawnkit wailed74.
“I have to go with Brambleclaw for a while,” Tawnypelt told them. “You remember the stories I’ve told you, about the cats who live in the mountains behind a wall of tumbling water? Well, those cats need my help, so I have to go.”
“Then can we come with you?” Flamekit asked. “Please.”
“We’d be really helpful,” Tigerkit added.
“No, you’re too young.” Tawnypelt padded over to the three kits and touched her nose to each one in turn. “Be good, and eat your fresh-kill, and expect me back when the moon has been the same shape twice.”
“I’ll keep an eye on them,” the white she-cat promised from the shadows.
“Thanks, Snowbird. There, you see,” Tawnypelt added to her kits, “Snowbird will take care of you, and she’ll tell me if you’ve been naughty.”
“We won’t,” Tigerkit promised.
“Even if we never get to have any fun,” Dawnkit muttered.
Tawnypelt gave her daughter a gentle flick75 over the ear with her tail. “Good-bye then,” she purred.
“Good-bye,” the kits chorused, their eyes wide.
Tawnypelt led the way out of the nursery, with Brambleclaw hard on her paws. Lionpaw paused to look back at the kits. Good-bye, kin14, he whispered to himself as he followed his father into the clearing.
Outside the nursery, Blackstar and Tawnypelt were confronting each other.
“What do you mean, you want to go?” the Clan leader demanded.
“You said it was her decision,” Brambleclaw reminded him.
Blackstar lashed his tail but said nothing.
“We might have known,” Russetfur spat. “It just goes to show that she’s not a loyal ShadowClan cat.”
Tawnypelt arched her back. “Don’t you dare call me disloyal!”
“Tawnypelt.” The warrior called Rowanclaw padded up beside Tawnypelt and pressed his ginger muzzle76 against her shoulder. She leaned against him, her fur beginning to lie flat again. Lionpaw remembered that Rowanclaw was her mate, the father of her kits.
“It’s nonsense to say that Tawnypelt isn’t loyal,” he meowed to Russetfur. “I haven’t forgotten all the Tribe cats did for us, even if you have. They deserve our help.” He bent77 his head to give Tawnypelt a gentle lick between the ears. “I’m proud of you for going,” he mewed. “And don’t worry about the kits. I’ll look after them.”
Tawnypelt let out a soft purr. “Thanks, Rowanclaw.” Turning to Brambleclaw, she meowed more briskly, “Shall we go?”
Lionpaw thought his father looked stunned78, as if he hadn’t expected to get her agreement so easily.
“There’s no time to lose,” Tawnypelt pointed79 out. “Not when we still have to make the long journey to the mountains.”
“True,” Brambleclaw murmured. “Thank you, Blackstar,” he added to the ShadowClan leader. “I’m sure StarClan will approve of what you have done today.”
Blackstar nodded, looking awkward; Lionpaw knew very well he hadn’t intended things to turn out like this. Russetfur just let out an annoyed hiss26 and turned away, lashing80 her tail.
Excitement flooded through him once more as he raced back through the forest with Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt.He felt sure that Squirrelflight and Hollypaw must have had the same success in WindClan. Cats from all Clans were uniting to help the Tribe! This was even better than just going to visit the mountains. Maybe he would be part of another incredible story, and one day the Clans would tell it to their kits, just as they told the story of the Great Journey.
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spotted
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flexing
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