A chilly1 wind was blowing fromthe moor2 when Firestar and his patrol reached the stream that marked the border with WindClan. Lionblaze’s paws tingled4 as he padded up to the edge of the bank. This was close to where they had found Ashfur. He tried to shut out the memories of Ashfur’s slick gray body, wedged behind a rock and bobbing in the current. Yet he could not regret Ashfur’s death.
Each cat leaped across the stream and raced into WindClan territory without even checking for scent5. Lionblaze guessed that they, too, were spooked by the memory of the dead warrior6. Firestar led them on, still at a run, until the stream was hidden behind them by rocks and reeds.
Lionblaze tasted the air and shivered. There was a tang of snow that must have come from the mountains. A dark haze8 like storm clouds crouched9 on the horizon; Lionblaze knew he was looking at the distant home of the Tribe of Rushing Water. How are they managing?he wondered. Leaf-bare would be even harder where snow lay thick on bare rock and prey10 was scarce. But I wish I could go back,he added to himself, knowing he meant not just back to the mountains, but back in time as well. When I was with the Tribe, I knew who I was and where my destiny was leading
“There are WindClan cats nearby,” Firestar meowed.
Lionblaze jumped guiltily; thinking about the Tribe, he had never noticed the WindClan scent, though it was strong and fresh. For the first time he started to wonder how their mission would turn out. There was still hostility11 between ThunderClan and WindClan; Onestar was bound to see an accusation12 behind Firestar’s questions.
The ThunderClan leader headed across the moor toward the WindClan camp with his warriors13 at his flanks. Wind buffeted14 their fur, and a strong gust15 nearly carried Sorreltail off her paws.
“I can’t imagine why cats would choose to live here!” she hissed16 as she struggled to regain18 her balance.
“We like it here!” A loud meow rang out across the moorland
Lionblaze looked up to see a WindClan patrol appearing over the shoulder of the hill. Tornear, the cat who had spoken, was in the lead, followed by Crowfeather, Whitetail, and Heathertail.
Meeting Heathertail’s gaze, Lionblaze saw nothing but cold contempt in the eyes of the cat who had once been his friend—and even more than that. Bitter regret surged through him. As he looked back, those times had been the happiest and easiest of his life, even though he had broken the warrior code to meet Heathertail in the tunnels beneath the forest. Now she looked as if she would have killed him for a couple of mousetails; Lionblaze shuddered20 as he pictured his own body lying in the stream.
“Greetings, Tornear.” Firestar dipped his head as the WindClan patrol approached.
“What are you doing here?” Tornear sounded wary21 but not hostile, though Crowfeather’s neck fur was bristling22 and Whitetail had unsheathed her claws.
“I need to speak with Onestar,” Firestar explained. “May we visit your camp?”
Tornear hesitated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, then gave a brusque nod. “Very well, but we’ll escort you. And you’d better not start anything.”
“We only want to talk,” Firestar promised.
Taking the lead, Tornear headed farther up the hill in the direction of the WindClan camp. Crowfeather and Whitetail flanked the ThunderClan patrol on either side, while Heathertail brought up the rear. Lionblaze was acutely conscious of her, padding just behind him, and felt her gaze pierce him like a thorn.
At last Tornear led them up the long slope toward the circle of gorse bushes that surrounded the WindClan camp. Pushing through the thorns, Lionblaze paused to look down. It was a bleak23 place: a wide hollow of rough moorland grass where stones poked24 up through the thin soil. Twisted thornbushes gave the only shelter, except for the disused badgers’ set that was now the elders’ den7.
Lionblaze spotted26 Onestar sitting near the middle of the hollow, talking to Barkface, the WindClan medicine cat. A few other WindClan cats—including the deputy, Ashfoot, and Crowfeather’s son, Breezepelt—stood around listening.
Lionblaze’s paws pricked28 with curiosity as he recognized the urgency in Barkface’s stance and expression; Lionblaze couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it looked as though he was sharing grave news with his Clan3 leader.
What’s all that about?Lionblaze wondered. They can’t know anything about Ashfur!
Onestar glanced up as Tornear raced down the slope to announce the visitors. Seeing Firestar and the others, he hesitated for a few heartbeats, then spoke19 quickly to Barkface. The medicine cat nodded, and at last Onestar signaled with his tail to let Firestar bring his warriors down into the camp.
“Greetings, Onestar.” Firestar halted in front of the WindClan leader and bowed his head. “Thank you for allowing us to talk to you.”
The look Onestar gave to Firestar showed none of their old friendship. “Say what you have to say,” he mewed cautiously.
His edgy29 tone made Lionblaze wonder if all was well in WindClan. Maybe there’s something he doesn’t want us to know about.Glancing around, he saw that all the WindClan cats looked skinny and underfed, but that was just as usual for WindClan.
“I’d like to speak to you in private,” Firestar began.
Onestar’s neck fur rose and he shook his head. “Anything you have to say can be said in front of my Clanmates.”
While he was speaking, Ashfoot padded up and stood by her leader’s side. She said nothing, just surveyed the ThunderClan cats with calm, clear eyes.
“Well?” Onestar prompted.
“If that’s how you want it.” Lionblaze’s belly30 churned as Firestar continued: “On the night of the Gathering31, we found Ashfur’s body in the stream that marks our border. There was a gash32 in his throat; we think a cat killed him.”
Instantly the WindClan warriors began to bristle33, and Breezepelt let out an indignant yowl.
Onestar lashed34 his tail and dug his claws hard into the ground. His eyes blazed with anger. “How dare you assume we had anything to do with it?” he hissed. “We have nothing to gain from killing35 one of your warriors.”
“None of us had any quarrel with Ashfur,” Whitetail put in.
“ThisClan is loyal to the warrior code,” Crowfeather growled36, his lip curling in a snarl37.
Lionblaze braced38 himself, ready for the fight he was sure would break out at any moment. But Firestar remained calm; not even his tail-tip twitched39.
“No cat is accusing you,” he insisted. “We came to ask if you saw anything on the border that night.”
“What, like one of my warriors killing Ashfur?” Onestar’s fur was still fluffed up with anger. “Look to your own Clanmates first, Firestar. Question their loyalty40 to the warrior code, not ours.”
Lionblaze felt the fur rising on his neck and shoulders; Brackenfur and Sorreltail were bristling, too, while Brambleclaw flexed41 his claws in and out at the veiled insult. So what if there are cats of mixed blood in ThunderClan?Lionblaze thought fiercely. We’re all loyal.He pictured Ashfur’s body again, soaked and limp. All except one.
He spotted Heathertail standing42 off to one side, her gaze fixed43 on him. She seemed to be daring him to strike out so that she would have an excuse to jump on him and sink her claws into his fur. Breezepelt had padded so close to her that their pelts44 were brushing, and he met Lionblaze’s stare with a challenge in his eyes. Heathertail is mine now,he seemed to be saying.
You’re welcome to her,Lionblaze glared back.
“Then you saw nothing?” Firestar pressed; his voice had hardened, insisting on an answer.
“Nothing.” Onestar spat45 out the word like a piece of crow-food. “Now get out of our territory. Ashfoot, take a couple of warriors and escort them to the border.”
His deputy gave him a brisk nod and waved her tail to beckon46 Tornear and Breezepelt, who padded up to the ThunderClan patrol with truculent47 stares.
Firestar dipped his head toward the WindClan leader. “Thank you, Onestar. If you learn anything more, will you please send us a message?”
Onestar didn’t reply. Following Firestar’s lead, Lionblaze tried to stay dignified48 as he and the others were herded49 up the side of the hollow and through the barrier of gorse bushes onto the open moor.
None of the WindClan cats spoke as they conducted Firestar’s patrol back to the border. Ashfoot set a brisk pace, but Lionblaze would have liked to go racing50 ahead, to return to the woods, away from the cold eyes of these hostile cats. Yet there was no safety in the woods, either—nowhere he could hide from the death of Ashfur and all it meant for his Clan.
On the hillside above the stream, Ashfoot halted. “You can go back to the camp,” she ordered Breezepelt and Tornear. “I’ll see them the rest of the way.”
“Why?” Breezepelt demanded.
“You’re needed for a hunting patrol,” the WindClan deputy replied. “Or do you think the rabbits will come running into the camp on their own?”
Breezepelt let out an annoyed hiss17, and Tornear looked uneasy, stopping once to glance back as both cats climbed to the top of the hill and vanished over it in the direction of the camp.
Ashfoot silently watched until they were out of sight, then turned to Firestar with a sigh. “I wanted to talk to you alone, Firestar. There’s something I have to tell you.”
Lionblaze’s belly lurched. Had Ashfoot been by the stream that night? Could she put a name to the cat whose teeth had torn out Ashfur’s life? But the WindClan deputy looked too calm for a cat who had been a witness to murder.
“Go on,” Firestar meowed.
“A few sunrises ago,” Ashfoot continued, “I was leading the dawn patrol along the stream when I spotted Sol—you remember, the cat who took over ShadowClan for a while?”
“Sol?” Firestar’s green eyes stretched wide. “I thought he had left the lake.”
“No—or at least, he was here a few days ago.”
“Then why didn’t Onestar tell me about him?” Firestar’s shock was giving way to anger.
Ashfoot shrugged51, looking uncomfortable. Lionblaze knew that she was a fair-minded cat; she couldn’t be happy about the tensions between her own Clan and ThunderClan. But her loyalty to Onestar wouldn’t let her speak openly.
“Ashfur’s death is your problem, not ours,” she pointed52 out. “You can’t expect Onestar to be happy when you come barging into his camp accusing his cats of murder.”
“We didn’t—” Brambleclaw began indignantly, his amber53 eyes blazing.
Firestar raised his tail for silence. “Let’s end this misunderstanding now,” he meowed to Ashfoot. “We are notaccusing WindClan of anything. We just want to find out anything we can about Ashfur’s death. Now tell us what you know about Sol. Where did you see him? When?”
“It was about a quarter moon ago,” Ashfoot replied. “He was near the lake, in the woods on your side of the stream. I don’t think he saw us; he was too busy eating some fresh-kill.”
“Prey-stealing!” Sorreltail hissed.
“That’s not the day Ashfur died,” Brackenfur murmured thoughtfully. “But it’s close to the place where we found his body.”
“Very close,” Firestar agreed. “Thank you, Ashfoot. That’s the most useful thing we’ve learned so far.”
Ashfoot dipped her head. “I’m glad to be of help. I wish you and your Clan well, Firestar.”
Lionblaze could see the sympathy in her eyes. She can tell we’re in trouble,he realized. If only she knew how much!
Sunhigh was past and long black shadows were beginning to creep across the hollow when Firestar’s patrol returned. The queens and Birchfall were drowsily54 sharing tongues outside the nursery, while Cloudtail, Brightheart, and Hazeltail were crouched beside the fresh-kill pile. Foxpaw and Icepaw were practicing fighting moves outside their den. Lionblaze heard Icepaw screech55, “WindClan murderer! I’ll rip your pelt27 off!”
Firestar sighed. “We’d better put a stop to that. I’ll call another meeting right away.”
Brambleclaw’s whiskers twitched in surprise. “Shouldn’t we discuss it with the senior warriors first?”
Firestar shook his head. “No. The whole Clan is involved in this. I want them to know about Sol right now, before some of these hotheads manage to sneak56 off and attack WindClan.”
He bounded across the clearing toward the tumbled rocks, but before he reached them Hazeltail spotted the returning warriors and leaped to her paws. “Hey!” she yowled. “Firestar’s back!”
Heads popped out from between the branches of the warriors’ den. The queens sat up and pricked up their ears, while all five kits57 tumbled out of the nursery, tripping over one another’s paws. Jayfeather poked his head out from behind the bramble screen, a bundle of herbs in his jaws58. By the time Firestar reached the Highledge, there was no need for him to summon the Clan; every cat in the camp had gathered to hear what WindClan had to say. Lionblaze, with Brambleclaw and the rest of the patrol, padded over to sit at the back of the crowd.
“What did you find out?” Thornclaw called from where he sat at the foot of the tumbled rocks. “When do we attack?”
“We don’t,” Firestar replied. “WindClan did notmurder Ashfur.”
An uneasy muttering spread among the cats, but Firestar didn’t wait for an argument to break out. Quickly he went on: “Onestar and his warriors knew nothing about Ashfur’s death until I told them. And Ashfoot gave me one very useful piece of information: She saw Sol a few sunrises ago, by the stream near the lake.”
Spiderleg shot upright, his tail waving. “That’s where Ashfur’s body was found!”
Yowls of shock and anger broke out; several cats leaped up, eyes blazing and fur bristling, as if they wanted to attack the rogue59 cat right away.
“Sol killed Ashfur!”
“Filthy murderer!”
“We should find him and teach him what happens when rogues60 attack a warrior!”
Firestar raised his tail for silence. “We still have no proof,” he went on when he could make himself heard. “But—”
“What proof do we need?” Mousefur rasped. “Look at what he did to ShadowClan!”
“He didn’t kill any ShadowClan cats,” Dustpelt reminded her. “What reason would he have for killing Ashfur?”
Mousefur let out a disgusted hiss. “I wouldn’t put anything past that mangy piece of crow-food.”
“But he must have had a reason,” Brackenfur meowed, backing up Dustpelt. “Not many cats kill just for fun.”
Lionblaze recalled the stories he had heard about Scourge61, the leader of BloodClan who had tried to take over in the old forest. He sounded like a cat who had enjoyed killing. But Lionblaze didn’t think Sol was like that.
“Maybe Ashfur caught Sol on our territory,” Brightheart suggested. “They could have fought—”
“But Ashfur hadn’t been fighting,” Sandstorm interrupted. “There were no wounds on him except for the marks on his throat. Isn’t that right, Leafpool?”
Heads turned to look at the medicine cat, who was sitting outside her den, away from the crowd around the Highledge. She replied to Sandstorm with a curt62 nod, but said nothing.
“Well, then,” Cloudtail meowed, “maybe Sol caught Ashfur unawares, and took the chance to stir up trouble between ThunderClan and WindClan.”
“That sounds like Sol,” Squirrelflight agreed with a flick63 of her tail. “Set cat against cat, and then step in to seize power for himself.”
“I think we need to know more,” Graystripe mewed quietly. “It’s useful to know that Ashfoot spotted Sol, but that doesn’t set Sol’s teeth in Ashfur’s neck.”
“You’re right.” Firestar nodded toward his former deputy. “Can any cat tell us more about Sol?”
To Lionblaze’s surprise, Hollyleaf tentatively raised her tail. “I…I saw him, Firestar. By the lake, not long after he was driven out of ShadowClan.”
She never told me about that!Uneasiness stirred in Lionblaze’s belly. But he and Jayfeather hadn’t told their sister about the catmint they had fetched from WindClan, either. When did we start keeping secrets from one another?
“Tell us what happened,” Firestar prompted.
“Nothing much,” Hollyleaf replied. “He said the Clans64 needed him, and he promised he’d be back.”
Cloudtail lashed his tail. “That’s a threat, if ever I heard one!”
“Why didn’t you report this?” Firestar asked Hollyleaf.
Hollyleaf ducked her head. “I didn’t think it mattered,” she told him. “I thought it was just talk because he was angry about losing control of ShadowClan. And he was heading along the lakeshore toward WindClan territory. I thought he was leaving.”
“You still should have mentioned it,” Firestar told her, though his voice was mild. “I could have told the patrols to keep a lookout65 for him.”
Hollyleaf studied her paws. “I’m sorry, Firestar.”
“Is there anything else we ought to know?” the Clan leader asked.
“I—I’m not sure,” Hollyleaf meowed hesitantly. “Sol mentioned that he had met Midnight the badger25, but I can’t see what that has to do with killing Ashfur.”
“It might tell us how to find him,” Brambleclaw pointed out. “If Sol knows Midnight, he might have come from the sun-drown-place!” The Clan deputy’s eyes were glowing; Lionblaze could tell that he was remembering his heroic journey from the old forest to find the badger who would tell the Clans where they would live from now on.
“So what are we going to do?” Dustpelt asked Firestar.
“Why are you even asking?” Thornclaw growled. “We go and deal with Sol, of course!”
Lionblaze remembered how certain Thornclaw had been that morning that a WindClan cat had murdered the gray warrior. It hadn’t taken much to change his mind. But at least no cat was suggesting that a ThunderClan cat was the killer66 anymore.
They’re glad to accuse Sol because he’s a rogue,he realized.
“We can’t be sure that Sol killed Ashfur,” Firestar meowed over the chorus of agreement that met Thornclaw’s words. “But we need to find out. We’ll send a patrol to the sun-drown-place, to get Sol and bring him back here. Then we can question him, and if he didkill Ashfur, he’ll be punished.”
Prickles ran up and down Lionblaze’s spine67 at the thought of confronting Sol. He didn’t know whether he wanted to go on the patrol or not. The rogue cat knew more than was natural—more about himthan any other cat had ever seemed to know; maybe the answers to Firestar’s questions would be things no cat wanted to hear.
“Brambleclaw, you know the way to the sun-drown-place,” Firestar announced. “You’ll lead the patrol. Brackenfur, Hazeltail, and Birchfall can go with you.”
Lionblaze spotted Birchfall giving Whitewing a regretful look and leaning over to lick her ear. He guessed that Birchfall didn’t want to leave his mate when she was so close to giving birth to her kits.
“This could be dangerous,” Brambleclaw meowed to Firestar. “It might be better to have one or two more cats.”
“True.” The Clan leader glanced around. “Lionblaze and Hollyleaf, then. You can leave at dawn.”
Lionblaze glanced at his sister; Hollyleaf’s neck fur was standing on end and her green eyes glittered, but whether it was from fear or excitement, he couldn’t tell.
Hazeltail leaped to her paws and padded across to Hollyleaf. “Isn’t this great?” she mewed. “We’re really going to do something to help our Clan.”
Hollyleaf flicked68 her ears; Lionblaze couldn’t hear what she said in reply. The rest of the Clan were crowding around the chosen cats, congratulating them and offering advice. Every other cat seemed fired up to track down and destroy a murderer; he was the only one reluctant to avenge69 Ashfur’s death.
A few moments before, he had been relieved that suspicion had moved away from ThunderClan. But laying the blame at Sol’s paws was no better. He didn’t want to be reminded of the Clan cats’ instinctive70 mistrust of outsiders, of cats who weren’t Clanborn.
What if I’m a rogue, too? Will they all turn against me?
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