Chapter 12
Dovewing found herself walking through shadowy trees, and for a heartbeat she was terrified that somehow she had found her way into the Dark Forest. But moonlight was filtering down through the branches, and when she looked up she could see the stars.
Al was quiet except that in the distance Dovewing could hear the wails1 of a cat in distress2. She began to search among the ferns and brambles, but she couldn’t figure out where the wails were coming from. They grew louder and more urgent, but the cat stil remained hidden.
Panicking, Dovewing started to run. Her flying paws tripped over a dead branch; letting out a startled screech4, she rol ed over on the ground and woke in her own nest, her legs flailing5 in the struggle to get up. Ivypool was sleeping beside her, while Cherrypaw and Molepaw were curled up together at the opposite side of the den3.
“Whew!” Dovewing muttered. “That was some dream!”
Then she realized that she could stil hear the wails of distress. They were fainter than in her dream, but loud enough to reach her through the wal s of the camp.
“That’s Sorreltail!” she exclaimed. “And she’s somewhere outside the camp.”
Struggling to her paws, Dovewing scrambled7 out of the den and raced across the camp to find Jayfeather.
“Wake up!” she panted, brushing past the bramble screen at the entrance to the medicine cat’s den.
“Jayfeather, it’s Sorreltail!”
“It’s Sorreltail,” Dovewing repeated. “I can hear her wailing9. She must be having her kits11, and she’s way outside the camp!”
Jayfeather was instantly alert, springing to his paws and shaking bits of moss12 and bracken from his pelt13. “Her kits are coming early!” he exclaimed.
“Show me where.”
Briarlight was waking, too, dragging herself out of her nest. “Can I help?” she meowed.
“No, it’l be too far for you,” Jayfeather replied. “But be ready to give herbs to Dovewing. I’l send her back to fetch them when I know what I need.” As he finished speaking he whisked out of the den with Dovewing hard on his paws. Cloudtail was on watch at the entrance to the tunnel through the barrier.
“What’s going on?” he asked, rising to his paws.
“Sorreltail’s out in the forest, and her kits are coming,” Jayfeather panted, hardly breaking stride as he plunged14 into the thorns.
As Dovewing fol owed, she thought Cloudtail looked confused, and realized that no other cats could hear Sorreltail’s heartrending cries. Cloudtail must be wondering how they knew. “Fetch Brackenfur,” she cal ed over her shoulder. “Tel him to fol ow our scent15 trail.”
Cloudtail waved his tail in acknowledgment as Dovewing headed out of the camp. Jayfeather was waiting for her at the other end of the tunnel, his claws digging impatiently into the ground.
“Lead the way,” he ordered.
Sorreltail’s pitiful wails were even louder now, flooding Dovewing’s senses. She could hardly believe that Jayfeather couldn’t hear them.
“She’s near the lake,” Dovewing meowed, pointing with her tail before remembering that Jayfeather couldn’t see her. “Fol ow me.” She bounded through the undergrowth, skirting bramble thickets17 and clumps19 of nettles20. At first she kept looking back, uncertain whether the medicine cat would be able to keep up with her, but every time she turned her head he was hard on her paws.
“Sorreltail, we’re coming!” he yowled as they drew closer to the lake; Dovewing guessed that by now he must be able to hear the tortoiseshel she-cat for himself.
At last they broke out of the undergrowth into a clearing not far from where Dovewing had walked with Bumblestripe. Sorreltail lay stretched out on her side underneath21 an arching clump18 of ferns. She raised her head as Dovewing and Jayfeather raced across to her. “Oh, thank StarClan!” she gasped23. “I was afraid no cat would hear me.”
Jayfeather crouched25 down beside her, studying her intently. “Lie stil ,” he murmured. “These kits wil be born soon.”
“It hurts so much!” Sorreltail moaned. “It was never this bad with my first litter.”
Stil concentrating, Jayfeather ran one paw down Sorreltail’s bel y and felt her hips27. “There’s the problem,” he told her. “It’s the stiffness I warned you about.”
“But I did my exercises—oh!” Sorreltail’s words ended in a gasp24 of pain as a powerful ripple28 passed down her bel y.
“Should she have poppy seed?” Dovewing suggested.
“No!” Jayfeather snapped. “She’s already tired, and she needs al her energy to give birth. Go and fetch me some chervil root,” he added after a moment’s thought. “That should help things along.” Dovewing turned and dashed back through the forest. I have no idea what chervil root looks like, she thought. I hope Briarlight knows. She hadn’t traveled many fox-lengths before she met Brackenfur and Ferncloud hurrying to meet her.
“Is Sorreltail okay?” Brackenfur demanded.
Brackenfur nodded and raced on with Ferncloud at his side. Feeling reassured30 that Sorreltail’s mate and the most experienced queen in the Clan22 were heading to help, Dove-wing bounded on toward the stone hol ow. As she panted up to the thorn barrier, Brambleclaw emerged, closely fol owed by Dustpelt and Thornclaw. Dovewing halted until they had al cleared the thorn tunnel.
“This way?” Brambleclaw checked, angling his ears in the direction from which Dovewing had come.
Dovewing nodded.
“We’re going to guard Sorreltail,” the Clan deputy explained. “A cat crying out, and the scent of blood, could attract foxes.”
He led his patrol away, the three cats slipping easily through the trees, their jaws31 parted as they fol owed the scent trail.
Dovewing brushed through the thorns to find Cloudtail stil on watch; with a nod to the white warrior32 she bounded across the camp and into the medicine cat’s den.
Briarlight was at the back of the den, her head inside the storage cleft33. She pushed herself back and looked over her shoulder as Dovewing came in.
“How’s—” she began.
“Jayfeather sent me for chervil root,” Dovewing interrupted. “Do you know what it looks like?”
“There.” Briarlight pointed34 with one forepaw, and Dove-wing realized that she had set out several different herbs in a neat line across the floor of the den. “Right at the end. You’d better take some fennel, too,” she added, pointing to an herb with thin, spiky35 leaves. “It should help the pain in Sorreltail’s hips.”
“Thanks.” Dovewing grabbed up the knobby brown root and the herb in her jaws and raced out again.
When she returned to the clearing, she found Sorreltail stil lying underneath the ferns. Brackenfur was close beside her, bending over her and licking her ears. Brambleclaw, Thornclaw, and Dustpelt had spread out around the clearing, facing into the forest, their jaws parted and their ears pricked36 for the first sign of danger.
As Dovewing crossed the clearing, Ferncloud appeared from the direction of the lake with a bundle of dripping moss in her jaws. She set it down beside Sorreltail so that the tortoiseshel queen could drink.
“Thanks, Ferncloud,” Sorreltail murmured as she lapped at it; Dovewing could tel how exhausted37 she was. “That’s so good.”
Jayfeather was sitting beside her, listening closely, unmoving except for the tip of his tail, which twitched38 back and forth39. He glanced up as Dovewing dropped the chervil root and fennel beside him. “I thought you’d gone to the mountains for that,” he commented.
“Briarlight sent the fennel,” Dovewing explained, her chest heaving as she gasped in air.
Jayfeather gave a satisfied nod. “Good thinking.” He fixed40 Dovewing with a blank stare. “Wel , chew up the chervil root for her. You don’t think she’s going to do it herself, do you?”
How do I know? Dovewing thought resentful y, setting her teeth into the hard root. I’m not a medicine cat.
“Break the fennel stalks,” Jayfeather added brusquely to Ferncloud. “Squeeze the juice into her mouth.”
Ferncloud looked slightly surprised at the medicine cat’s tone, but she did as he told her and let the fennel juice trickle41 between Sorreltail’s jaws.
When Dovewing had chewed up the chervil root, Brackenfur urged Sorreltail to eat the pulp42, but the tortoiseshel she-cat was in so much pain that she could hardly get it down between her gasps43 of distress.
Leafpool!”
Dovewing felt her pelt tingle45. Did Sorreltail know she was cal ing for the wrong medicine cat? Then she noticed that Leafpool had appeared at the edge of the little group. She was blinking uncertainly, looking as if she didn’t know if she was al owed to do anything more than watch.
“I’m here,” Leafpool murmured. She settled down beside Sorreltail, but keeping out of Jayfeather’s way. “Don’t be afraid, Sorreltail. Jayfeather knows what to do.”
“Kits take their own time,” Jayfeather responded, though Dovewing thought that there was worry in his eyes. It was clear that Sorreltail was growing weaker with every spasm47.
“Stupid furbal ,” Brackenfur purred to his mate.
“What were you thinking of, leaving the camp like that?”
“I needed air,” Sorreltail replied, her words coming in short puffs48. “I wasn’t expecting the kits to come yet, and I thought it would be cooler by the lake . . .”
“Never frighten me like that again,” Brackenfur meowed. “Stay where you’re told next time!” Sorreltail flinched49 as another spasm racked her body. “There won’t be a next time!” she spat50 through gritted51 teeth.
Spotting a stick in the middle of the clump of ferns, Dove-wing pul ed it out and took it to Sorreltail. “Bite down on this,” she suggested. “It should help when the pain comes.”
“Thanks, Dovewing,” Sorreltail meowed, gripping the stick in her jaws.
Dovewing saw Jayfeather giving her a nod of approval. At last I’ve done something right!
Then Sorreltail gave a massive heave. Her jaws clamped down on the stick until it began to splinter.
In a rush, a smal wet bundle slipped out from under her tail and lay motionless on the grass.
“She’s wonderful!” Brackenfur purred, nudging the tiny kit toward her mother.
Sorreltail turned her head to look and licked feebly at the smal body, only to break off a moment later as her bel y convulsed again and the second kit—
another tiny she-cat—was born.
Dovewing couldn’t share Brackenfur and Ferncloud’s delight. Both the kits were very smal , and looked weak; they were hardly moving, and Sorreltail was too exhausted to give them the vigorous licking they needed.
Jayfeather was examining Sorreltail, careful y patting her bel y with one forepaw. “You’re done,” he announced. “Let’s get you and the kits back to camp.”
Brackenfur nudged Sorreltail to her paws and let her lean on his shoulder. Brambleclaw came to support her on her other side.
“What about my kits?” she whimpered, her eyes wide with distress.
“They’l be fine,” Ferncloud promised. “Dovewing and I wil bring them.”
She picked up one kit, and Dovewing took the other. As she lifted the tiny cat from the ground, the kit let out a feeble squeak52, then hung as limp as a piece of fresh-kil . The weight was less than a sparrow in Dovewing’s mouth.
Thornclaw took the lead, stil keeping watch for foxes, while Sorreltail staggered along between the two toms. Leafpool hovered53 at her side, and Jayfeather brought up the rear with Dustpelt.
The sky was growing pale with dawn by the time they reached the camp. The Clan was beginning to stir: Brightheart was near the entrance to the tunnel, talking to Cloudtail, and she fol owed Sorreltail and the others across to the nursery.
“Everything’s ready for you,” she told Sorreltail.
As Brackenfur and Brambleclaw supported the queen into the nursery, Daisy got up from a nest of thick moss and bracken. “Here,” she mewed to Sorreltail, touching54 noses with her. “I’ve made the nest warm for you. Lie down and rest.”
Once Sorreltail was settled, Dovewing and Ferncloud set the two kits down in the curve of her bel y. Ferncloud and Daisy began to lick them with strong, rhythmic55 tongue-strokes, until they started to wriggle56 and let out tiny squeals57 of hunger. They huddled58 close to their mother and began to suck.
Dovewing let out a faint sigh of relief. Maybe they’ll be okay. “I’m worn out after al that!” she told Jayfeather. “You should get some rest, too.” Jayfeather shook his head. “I need to stay here and keep an eye on Sorreltail and the kits.”
“No, you don’t.” Brightheart padded up to his side.
“I’l stay. I know enough to tel if I should wake you.” Jayfeather hesitated for a moment, then dipped his head. “Okay. Thanks, Brightheart.” Dovewing fol owed Jayfeather out of the nursery and headed back to her own den. Ivypool was stil curled up asleep beside Molepaw and Cherrypaw.
Suddenly feeling as if her legs wouldn’t support her anymore, Dovewing flopped59 into her nest and closed her eyes.
At first she thought that she was stumbling through a tangled60 forest, where ivy6 and bramble tendrils reached out to trip her paws. Al around her she could hear the shrieks61 of cats and kits in agony, but she couldn’t find them or do anything to help them.
Then she broke out of the trees and found herself on a bare hil side. Two tiny kits were squirming on a flat rock in front of her. But as Dovewing started to head toward them a shadow fel across the rock. An eagle swooped62 out of the sky and caught up the kits, one in each talon63. They squirmed helplessly as they were carried into the sky.
“No!” Dovewing screeched64. She leaped into the air, her claws stretching for the murderous bird. But it was far out of reach; she crashed to the ground again in a tumble of feathers. Her eyes flew open and she saw that she was in her own nest, with Ivypool bending anxiously over her.
“Are you okay?” her sister mewed. “You were thrashing around. You must have had a real y bad dream.”
Raising her head, Dovewing saw that the moss and bracken from her nest was shredded65 and scattered66 al over the floor. She was stil shaking from the horror of her dream, and her heart was beating fast.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “Thanks, Ivypool.” She needed to get outside and clear her head.
Clambering out of her den, she ran lightly across the camp. By now the sun was above the trees at the top of the hol ow and Brambleclaw stood in the middle of the clearing, organizing the patrols.
Dovewing dodged67 around them and stuck her head inside the nursery. In the dim light she could see that Sorreltail was asleep, her kits enclosed in the warm curve of her bel y. Their fur was dry and fluffy68 now, and they were feeding eagerly.
Brightheart was stil on watch, while Ferncloud and Daisy were drowsily69 sharing tongues. Daisy looked up as Dovewing looked in through the entrance.
“They’re al fine,” she purred. “And it’s thanks to you, for realizing that Sorreltail was in trouble. You must have real y sharp hearing!”
“Er . . . yeah.” Dovewing backed away, not wanting to discuss how she had managed to hear Sorreltail from so far away.
“You’re a hero!” Bumblestripe spoke70 behind Dovewing, making her jump. “You saved Sorreltail’s life, and the kits!” he added as she whipped around to face him.
“Any cat would have done the same,” Dovewing replied, embarrassed.
“I wouldn’t.” Bumblestripe’s eyes glimmered71 with amusement. “I’d sleep through fal ing off a cliff!” The amusement faded from his eyes, to be replaced by a glow of admiration72. “I’m real y proud of you,” he murmured. “I’m glad you’re my Clanmate.” Feeling warm beneath her pelt, Dovewing took a step forward and touched her nose to his. “I’m glad you’re my Clanmate, too.”
“I’m convinced Sol is up to something,” Dovewing muttered into Ivypool’s ear.
The littermates were heading toward the abandoned Twoleg nest, bringing up the rear of a hunting patrol led by Mil ie. Spiderleg and Birchfal were just ahead of them; Ivypool slackened her pace until the rest of the patrol was out of earshot.
“What makes you think that?” she prompted.
Dovewing stopped walking for a moment and concentrated hard. “I can hear him talking, somewhere on the far side of the hol ow,” she replied.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Hey, are you on this hunting patrol or not?” Mil ie’s voice floated back to them. The rest of the patrol had disappeared into the undergrowth.
“Coming!” Ivypool cal ed back. “You go and check out what he’s up to,” she added to Dovewing in a whisper. “I’l cover for you.”
“Thanks.” With a swift nod to her sister, Dovewing turned and slid noiselessly into the ferns. She headed for the opposite side of the camp, close to the place on the cliff where a determined73 cat could climb out. As she drew closer to the sound of Sol’s voice, she flattened74 herself to the ground, setting her paws down as careful y as if she were stalking a mouse.
The noise grew clearer as she approached, and Dovewing realized that several cats were there, talking to Sol. A strong ThunderClan scent was coming from the other side of a bramble thicket16.
Cautiously Dovewing raised her head so that she could peer through the stalks of long grass.
Sol was stil out of sight, screened by the brambles, but Dovewing’s eyes stretched wide with dismay as she recognized Blossomfal , Hazeltail, Mousewhisker, and Rosepetal. Were she and Ivypool the only cats in the Clan who didn’t want to hang on Sol’s words?
“You’re right, Sol,” Rosepetal was meowing as Dovewing crept up. “We can’t just sit here and wait for WindClan to attack us.”
Dovewing bit back a shocked yowl. Her claws slid out and dug into the ground. Why are they discussing an attack from WindClan?
“Quite true.” Sol’s voice was a deep-throated purr.
“They might get the idea that ThunderClan cats are scared.”
“ThunderClan cats aren’t scared of anything!” Mousewhisker leaped to his paws, his neck fur fluffing out. “We have to strike first!”
“That’s an excel ent idea, Mousewhisker.” But it wasn’t Mousewhisker’s idea at all.
Dovewing’s forepaws kneaded the ground in her fury. It was yours! You’re putting words into his mouth.
“We’l prove we’re not afraid of a battle,” Hazeltail agreed, her tail lashing75. “We’l rip their treacherous76 fur off!”
“Don’t you think we should discuss this with Firestar first?” Rosepetal suggested.
“Would he agree?” Sol asked.
“No, of course he wouldn’t,” Mousewhisker retorted. “He’s the Clan leader. He can’t show that he’s hostile to another Clan without good reason.”
“We have good reason,” Blossomfal meowed.
“We know that WindClan is plotting an attack.
Firestar might not be able to order his Clan into battle, but that doesn’t mean he’l be angry with us when we’ve sorted out those rabbit-chasers once and for al !”
“Yes!” Mousewhisker’s eyes shone. “Let’s do it!” Al Dovewing’s instincts were pushing her to leap into the open and tel them al how mouse-brained they were being. But she knew that it wasn’t her Clanmates who were making this disastrous77 decision. It’s Sol’s fault.
As quietly as she could, she slid backward until she was wel away from the bramble thicket. Then she spun78 around and sped off, sending out her senses to locate Ivypool. She found her sister beside the old Thunderpath with a vole in her jaws. There was no sign of Mil ie or the rest of the patrol.
“Come quick!” Dovewing hissed when she reached Ivypool. “Sol is planning an attack on WindClan!”
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| v.发出尖叫声( screech的过去式和过去分词 )；发出粗而刺耳的声音；高叫 | |
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| n.鞭打；痛斥；大量；许多v.鞭打( lash的现在分词 )；煽动；紧系；怒斥 | |
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