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“Thanks, Jayfeather,” Whitewing purred as Jayfeatherdropped a leaf wrap of ragwort in front of her.
The nursery was warm and quiet. Daisy and Millie had taken their kits2 out for some exercise, leaving the white queen to get some rest.
“Make sure to eat it all,” Jayfeather instructed her. “Your kits will be born soon, and you need all the strength you can get.”
“I know.” Whitewing sighed. “I hope it’s not much longer. I feel huge!”
“You’re fine,” Jayfeather assured her. He said good-bye and pushed his way out of the nursery. The morning was crisp but he could feel the weak rays of leaf-bare sun, melting the night frost.
“Now,” he muttered to himself, “if only Leafpool’s still out looking for yarrow….”
He couldn’t pick up his mentor4’s scent5 when he brushed past the bramble screen into the den6, but another cat was there, irritation7 coming off him in waves.
Mouse dung!Jayfeather thought. Now I’ll have to deal with him.
“Berrynose,” he mewed. “What can I do for you?”
“It’s my tail,” the young warrior8 told him. “It hurts. And it smells funny.”
Jayfeather sniffed10 at the stump11 of Berrynose’s tail, and almost recoiled12 at the rotting scent. “You’ve got an infection,” he reported.
“How?” Berrynose sounded indignant. “Leafpool said that it healed after I caught it in the fox trap.”
“It did,” Jayfeather agreed. “You must have opened up the wound again. Can you remember catching13 it on anything lately?”
Berrynose hesitated. “I got stuck in some brambles when I was chasing a rabbit,” he admitted at last.
“That could do it,” Jayfeather mewed. “But there’s nothing to worry about. You need a poultice of marigold, that’s all. Wait there a moment.” He padded into the cave where the herbs were stored, and located the marigold. Chewing up the leaves, he returned to Berrynose. “Keep still while I plaster this on,” he mumbled14 around the mouthful.
“Can I be excused from duties?” the cream-colored warrior asked hopefully.
Jayfeather was unsympathetic. “No. You don’t patrol or catch prey15 with your tail. But come back here tomorrow and I’ll put a fresh poultice on.”
“Okay,” Berrynose mewed. “Thanks, Jayfeather. It does feel better.”
Right,Jayfeather thought when he had gone. Now for my plan…He went back into the cave and collected a few leaves of chervil, dandelion, and borage. Bounding across to the elders’ den, he set the leaves down in front of Mousefur.
“Are any of these the herb?” he demanded.
Mousefur let out an annoyed hiss16. “What herb?”
Without the bunch of leaves in his mouth, Jayfeather could smell fresh-kill, and he guessed he had interrupted the elders’ meal. “The herb you told me about, the one Leafpool mixed with your tansy.”
“Oh, that.” The skinny elder still sounded grumpy. “What do you want to know for?”
“Just curious.” Jayfeather realized he had sounded too urgent. He didn’t want Mousefur to tell Leafpool what he was doing. “You never know, it might be useful.”
Mousefur let out a grunt17 and gave the herbs a suspicious sniff9.
“Let me try, too,” Longtail offered. “I didn’t taste the stuff, but I might remember the scent.”
“Well?” Jayfeather asked, when both elders had given the herbs a good sniff.
“No, it wasn’t any of those,” Mousefur meowed. “I know these herbs. Leafpool uses them all the time for fever and infected wounds.”
“That’s right,” Longtail added. “Sorry.”
Jayfeather suppressed a frustrated18 sigh. “Not even this one?” he asked, pushing forward the chervil.
“What part of ‘no’ didn’t you understand?” Mousefur growled19, giving his ear a stinging flick20 with her tail.
“Okay.” Jayfeather gathered up the herbs again. “Thanks. I’ll bring some more later.”
“Give us the chance to finish this rabbit first!” Mousefur called after him as he left the den.
Jayfeather returned to his own den, intent on finding more herbs for Mousefur and Longtail to try. But he had just replaced the chervil, dandelion, and borage in their proper places when he heard Leafpool enter the den behind him. A strong scent of yarrow came with her.
“Jayfeather, what are you doing?” she asked sharply. “Why do you smell as if you’ve been sleeping in our supplies?”
“Uh…I fell over in the store,” Jayfeather stammered21. “I got herb dust on my pelt23.”
Leafpool let out a long sigh. “Really, Jayfeather, it’s like having a kit1 in here! And why were you poking24 around in the store anyway?”
Jayfeather felt his pelt rising at the anxiety and fear that was flooding from his mentor. Why doesn’t she want me looking in the store?he wondered. I’ve as much right to be in there as she has! What is she hiding now?
“I wasn’t poking around,” he retorted. “And I cleaned the stuff up.”
Leafpool sniffed. “Put this yarrow away, then,” she ordered. “I want to go check on Millie’s breathing. She’s out there romping25 around with her kits, and it might be too much for her.”
Once Leafpool had gone, Jayfeather tidied away the yarrow and slipped out a daisy leaf and a sliver26 of burdock root. If it’s either of these, I’m a mouse!Making sure that Leafpool was over by the nursery with Millie, he hurried back to the elders’ den.
“You again!” Mousefur muttered. “What is it this time?”
She sniffed briefly27 at each of the herbs Jayfeather put in front of her, and tasted the daisy leaf. “No,” she mewed. “It wasn’t them.”
Longtail came over for a sniff, but he didn’t recognize the herbs either.
Jayfeather sighed. “Okay, we’ll keep trying.”
“I think you’ve got bees in your brain,” Mousefur meowed as she settled down for a nap.
Jayfeather was eating a vole near the fresh-kill pile when he heard Firestar padding past him, on his way to the medicine cats’ den. Gulping28 down the last couple of mouthfuls, he followed, standing29 just outside the bramble screen so that he could hear what the Clan30 leader had to say.
“Leafpool, I wanted to ask you…” Firestar sounded almost embarrassed.
“Yes?” Leafpool prompted, an edge to her tone.
“I just wondered whether you’ve had a chance to speak with StarClan yet.” Jayfeather could tell that the Clan leader wanted to sound casual, as if the question didn’t really matter, but he was failing miserably31.
Jayfeather’s belly32 clenched33 as he wondered what Leafpool’s answer would be; then he made himself relax. The whole Clan would know about it if Leafpool had spoken to Ashfur!
“No!” Leafpool snapped. “If I do, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Oh, okay…thanks.” Firestar edged out of the den, paused, and then bounded off, not even noticing Jayfeather.
Why doesn’t Leafpool want to talk to StarClan?Jayfeather wondered. What is she so afraid of?
His paws itched34 to get out of the camp, maybe go down to the lake, find the stick, and see if Rock would talk to him again. But Rock had told him to look for answers here, among his own Clan. StarClan, why aren’t you helping35 me?Jayfeather demanded silently. Isn’t that your job, to guide the Clans36?
As if in answer to his unspoken plea, Sandstorm padded across the clearing and halted beside him. “Do you want to go for a walk in the forest with me?”
Jayfeather twitched37 his ears in surprise. “What for?”
Sandstorm let out a faint purr of amusement. “Can’t I just want your company? No, you’re right,” she added. “I do need to talk to you, somewhere we won’t be interrupted.”
“Okay,” Jayfeather agreed. “But I’ll have to ask Leafpool first. She’s…well, she’s a bit touchy38 just now.”
“I know,” Sandstorm told him. “Wait there.” She brushed past the bramble screen, and Jayfeather heard her meow, “Leafpool, I’m borrowing Jayfeather for a bit. We’re going into the forest.”
“All right,” Leafpool replied, though she sounded grudging39 as she gave permission. “Tell him to fetch some tansy back with him.”
Jayfeather’s paws tingled40 as he followed Sandstorm through the gorse tunnel and along the trail that led toward the WindClan border. He had always respected the ginger41 she-cat, and even though he now knew that she wasn’t his kin3, he still trusted her.
Sandstorm said nothing particularly helpful as she followed the stream that marked the border with WindClan. Jayfeather listened impatiently to her comments about how the prey was running and whether WindClan was likely to make a raid across the border. But he didn’t object; he knew the she-cat wouldn’t talk until she was ready.
Eventually they reached the spot where the trees gave way to moorland, and a cold wind came whistling down from the ridge42 that stretched all the way to the Moonpool.
“Let’s rest for a while,” Sandstorm suggested, sitting at the edge of the stream.
Jayfeather padded over to join her, turning until the wind was in his face, enjoying the snow-scented blast that flattened43 his pelt to his sides.
“Jayfeather,” Sandstorm began, “do you think Leafpool is all right? She seems very tense lately.”
So that’s what it’s about!“I’ve noticed that too,” he replied cautiously.
“Is it the strain of dealing44 with the greencough?” Sandstorm guessed. “Or something worse? Do…do you think it’s possible she’s blaming herself for Ashfur’s death?”
Jayfeather sank his claws into the grass to steady himself.
I didn’t seethat coming!He wanted to tell Sandstorm that the death of Ashfur had nothingto do with Leafpool. I can guarantee it!But he knew how stupid it would be to voice his certainty. It would provoke questions from Sandstorm—questions that he had no way of answering without bringing the whole of ThunderClan crashing down around his ears.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured.
“Perhaps she feels she ought to have predicted his death, or stopped it somehow,” Sandstorm went on. “Or maybe she thinks she should be able to visit him in StarClan and find out the truth.”
Jayfeather froze. So Firestar hasn’t told Sandstorm that he asked Leafpool to find Ashfur and talk to him. How many more cats have secrets from one another?
“I think Leafpool’s tired from dealing with the greencough,” he mewed, knowing he would have to say something to explain his mentor’s strange mood. “And I know she’s worried about Whitewing’s kits being born in such a cold season. Besides, every cat is still grieving for Ashfur.” Well, maybe not every cat…Jayfeather curled up his claws as the lie slipped out.
“You could be right,” Sandstorm sighed. “Firestar and I are both worried about her. After all she’s not just our medicine cat, she’s our daughter, too. Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight would feel just the same about you if you were in trouble.”
Or not…Jayfeather found it hard to nod seriously, hoping that his expression showed none of the turmoil46 he felt.
“You’ll tell me if you find out anything else?” Sandstorm mewed.
“Of course.” Of course not!As he followed the ginger she-cat back to the camp, Jayfeather wondered which cat would be the next to probe his secrets, and how long the terrible things he knew could stay hidden.
“Into the nursery now, kits,” Daisy mewed gently. “It’s time you were asleep.”
“But WindClan are attacking us!” Rosekit protested. “And I’m going to be Clan leader and fight them off!”
“You can be Clan leader tomorrow,” Daisy promised.
Jayfeather listened as the kits tumbled into the nursery, their high-pitched voices fading. A chill night breeze ruffled47 his fur; stretching, he padded off toward his den.
Two sunrises had passed since his conversation with Sandstorm. Leafpool was still touchy, and Jayfeather still didn’t know why. His mentor was afraid of something, that much he was sure of, but he didn’t dare ask for an explanation.
He had just reached the bramble screen when he heard a yowl from Cloudtail, who was on guard duty at the end of the thorn tunnel. “Brambleclaw! Brackenfur! Hey, they’re back!”
Rustling48 came from the warriors49’ den as cats bounded out into the open. Several of them raced past Jayfeather to greet the returning patrol. Jayfeather followed, but hung back, trying to make sense of the mingled50 scents51 as the cats slipped through the thorn tunnel and into the camp. Brambleclaw was in the lead, followed by Brackenfur. A shiver passed through Jayfeather’s pelt as he recognized the scent of Sol. The loner stepped calmly out of the tunnel and paused at the entrance before padding forward into the camp. Confidence radiated from him; this was no prisoner dragged back to answer for his crimes.
A flurry of excited speculation52 broke out among the Clan cats
“That’s Sol!”
“They found him!”
“He looks so calm,” Brightheart mewed, sounding confused. “Surely he wouldn’t look like that if he had killed Ashfur?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past that cat,” Dustpelt growled. “Look what he did to ShadowClan.”
“What’s Firestar going to do with him?” That was Foxpaw’s voice, quivering with excitement. “I think he should rip his pelt off and leave him for the crows.”
“No.” Graystripe’s voice rose strongly above the babble53. “That isn’t how Firestar does things. He’ll talk to Sol and find out the truth.”
I hope not,Jayfeather thought.
Another cat followed Sol into the clearing, with a scent Jayfeather couldn’t place, though he knew he should remember it. Hazeltail followed, and last of all came Hollyleaf and Lionblaze. Jayfeather relaxed as he realized that his littermates had made it home unhurt.
The Clan cats fell silent as Firestar padded past Jayfeather, their pelts54 almost brushing. “Greetings, Sol,” he meowed. His tone was cool but polite. “Thank you for coming.”
“Anything I can do to help,” Sol replied, with equal politeness.
“I’ll let you rest for tonight,” Firestar went on. “You must be tired after your journey. Berrynose, Honeyfern!”
“Yes, Firestar?” The two young warriors bounded up.
“Make a nest for Sol, would you? That bush between the medicine cats’ den and the warriors’ den would be a good place. It’s nicely sheltered, tucked under the cliff.”
And there’s a narrow entrance, so it’s easily guarded,Jayfeather added silently.
“Well done, Brambleclaw, and all of you,” Firestar continued, when Honeyfern and Berrynose had hurried off. “I know how difficult this must have been.”
“More than we expected,” Brambleclaw admitted. “We found Sol in a Twolegplace, with—”
“Wi’ me!” An angry voice interrupted Brambleclaw, and Jayfeather suddenly remembered who the cat was whose scent he hadn’t been able to identify. Purdy! What’s he doing here?
“An’ I’d like to know why you’ve dragged Sol all this way!” the old cat went on. “I hope you’re not accusin’ him of somethin’ he hasn’t done!”
An astonished murmur45 broke out among the listening cats. Jayfeather wasn’t sure whether Purdy’s mere22 presence or his fierce defense55 of Sol had provoked it.
“Brambleclaw, who’s this?” Firestar asked, surprise in his voice.
“His name is Purdy,” Brambleclaw replied. “He’s the loner we met on our first journey to the sun-drown-place. Purdy, this is our Clan leader, Firestar.”
“Welcome, Purdy.” Jayfeather pictured the flame-colored tom dipping his head to welcome the old tabby into the camp. “You can stay in the elders’ den. Foxpaw, will you go with him and introduce him to Mousefur and Longtail?”
“Thanks, Firestar,” the loner meowed. “Sol, just you give me a call if you need me, okay?” He padded after Foxpaw as the apprentice56 led the way toward the elders’ den.
As the old loner retreated, Leafpool padded up and gave Sol’s pelt a thorough sniff. “Were you hurt at all on the journey?” she asked. “Any stiffness in your legs?”
“No.” Sol’s voice was tinged57 with amusement. “I’m used to traveling long distances.”
Yes, because no cats want you around for very long.The sarcastic58 words rose to Jayfeather’s lips, but he had more sense than to let them out.
“Come on, Sol, I’ll take you to your nest,” Brackenfur announced.
As the two of them padded off, Firestar called quietly to Spiderleg. “You can take the first watch over Sol,” he murmured. “Bring him some fresh-kill, then make sure he stays in the den until morning.”
“No problem, Firestar.” Spiderleg bounded over to the fresh-kill pile.
Firestar headed back to his own den, leaving the rest of the Clan clustered together near the camp entrance.
“I’m sure he’s a killer59!” Poppyfrost exclaimed. “Did you see those eyes? He looks as if he could see right through you.”
“I’m too scared to go to sleep,” Icepaw mewed. “What if he murders us in our nests?”
“Right,” Mousewhisker added. “I don’t know why Firestar let him in here.”
“Firestar needs to find out the truth,” Brightheart meowed.
“And I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about,” Sorreltail added briskly. “Spiderleg will make sure that Sol doesn’t get out of his den.”
In spite of the she-cats’ reassurance60, Jayfeather’s paws tingled and the fur rose on his pelt as if a thunderstorm were about to break over the clearing. The air was tense with fear and uncertainty61, as if every cat knew that something huge was hanging overhead.
Trying to ignore his jitters62, Jayfeather padded over to where Hollyleaf and Lionblaze had flopped63 down together beside the thorn barrier.
“Hi,” he mewed. “How was the journey?”
“Long.” Lionblaze’s voice was bleak64. “I thought we’d never get back.”
“We met some other cats,” Hollyleaf added. “They were having trouble with dogs, and Sol had encouraged them to fight. Several of them were killed, and since then the cats have to battle the dogs every time they set paw outside their den.” She let out a weary sigh. “More damage that Sol’s done.”
“He’s a troublemaker,” Lionblaze agreed, with a yawn.
The question Jayfeather wanted to ask—Do you think he killed Ashfur?—stayed unspoken. All he could pick up from his littermates were sensations of weariness, fear, and misery65; he didn’t allow himself to probe deeper into their minds.
“It’s good to have you home,” he told them.
Neither Lionblaze nor Hollyleaf responded. Jayfeather realized that although he had missed his brother and sister with pangs66 sharp as claws, now that they were back, the murdered body of Ashfur still came between them.
“Come and eat,” he suggested, pushing the thought away. “Then you both need a good sleep.”
I wonder if we’ll get a chance to talk to Sol,he thought as he followed his littermates over to the fresh-kill pile. After all, he’s the only other cat who knows about the prophecy.A new thought occurred to him: Sol talked as if we were definitely the Three referred to in the prophecy. But we can’t be, because Squirrelflight’s not our mother!
Was this something that Sol didn’t know? Or had he been lying to them as well?
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