Chapter 17
Jayfeather pushed through the thorns into the camp just after sunhigh. The chil dawn wind had dropped as he journeyed back from the Moonpool, and warm light bathed the clearing. The stone hol ow was deserted1, and Jayfeather realized that al the warriors2 and apprentices4 would be out on patrol. He was heading for his den6 when he heard Mousefur’s voice.
“Jayfeather! Come here a moment.”
Jayfeather padded across and found the elder crouching7 alone outside her den. “Where’s Purdy?” he asked.
“Hol yleaf took him for a walk in the forest,” Mousefur replied. “I didn’t want to go. My legs are aching too much.”
“We can sort that out,” Jayfeather assured her. “I’l go and fetch you some daisy leaves.”
“I didn’t cal you over for that,” Mousefur snapped at him. “It’s about Hol yleaf.”
Jayfeather stood frozen with shock as Mousefur described the scene that had taken place in camp that morning. “Then Brambleclaw told every cat that he’d seen what happened,” she meowed. “That Ashfur attacked Hol yleaf and then fel into the stream by accident. I was sitting right here and I heard everything.”
She paused and Jayfeather could feel her gaze burning into his pelt8. His mind was whirling. What does it all mean? What’s going to happen, now that every cat thinks they know the truth? What happens if the real truth comes out?
“You knew this al along, didn’t you?” the old cat asked shrewdly.
Jayfeather nodded.
“But you said nothing?”
“What was the point? Hol yleaf had gone, and the situation was more complicated than it looked because of Ashfur’s threats. He threatened me, too, you know.”
“It suited the whole Clan11,” Jayfeather retorted, refusing to be disconcerted by the elder’s plain speaking. “Ashfur was determined12 to cause trouble for every cat.”
“I won’t say that no harm was done,” Mousefur grunted13, “because harm has been done. To Ashfur, to Hol yleaf, to Brambleclaw, to you. And now the Clan has to carry on as normal, is that what you want?”
Jayfeather licked one paw and drew it over his ear, giving himself time to figure out a reply. “I think there are bigger things to worry about right now than the death of one cat many moons ago.” Mousefur snorted, then lapsed14 into silence.
Jayfeather was getting ready to leave when she spoke15 again. “Darkness is coming, isn’t it?” Jayfeather felt every hair on his pelt begin to rise.
“What do you know?” he asked hoarsely16. Could Mousefur be the fourth cat in the prophecy? An elder?
“I don’t know anything that could help us,” Mousefur admitted. Her voice was bleak17. “But my dreams have been troubled for a long time.” She let out a weary sigh. “I never thought that I would live to see the end of the Clans18.”
Jayfeather leaned close to her. “This wil not be the end of the Clans,” he meowed. “As long as I have breath in my body, the Clans wil be safe.” He waited beside Mousefur until the old cat drifted into sleep, muttering and twitching19. She’s so old, he thought. Does she really know what she is saying?
As he rose and headed for his own den, Jayfeather’s fur prickled at the truth of what Mousefur had said about keeping quiet about Hol yleaf and Ashfur.
But the Clan must move forward, he told himself.
There’s no time to waste looking back at what can’t be changed.
Before he reached his den, Jayfeather heard the sounds of cats brushing through the thorn barrier, and he heard Purdy’s voice.
“There was this fox, see, took to wanderin’ through my Upwalker’s garden. Wel , I wasn’t havin’ any of that, so what do you think I did?”
“I have no idea, Purdy,” Hol yleaf replied, sounding distracted. “Hey, watch out for that bramble!”
“I can see it,” Purdy muttered. “I’m not a young ’un like you, but I’ve got eyes. Anyway,” he went on, “I hid under this hol y bush, see, right next to my Upwalker’s fence, an’—”
He broke off as Jayfeather approached. “Hol yleaf, I need to talk to you.”
“We were talkin’,” Purdy retorted with dignity, before Hol yleaf could reply. “Don’t they raise young cats with manners anymore?” He gave a disgusted sniff10. “I’l be in my den when you’ve finished, Hol yleaf, an’ I’l tel you the rest of the story.” Jayfeather heard him stalking away. “Come over here,” he meowed to Hol yleaf. With his sister fol owing him, he padded over to the bottom of the cliff and sat in a sheltered spot underneath20 an elder bush.
“You know, don’t you?” Hol yleaf guessed as she settled down beside him. “What happened this morning?”
“Mousefur told me,” Jayfeather replied. He hesitated for a moment and then went on, “Hol yleaf, do you understand what Brambleclaw has done for you?”
Jayfeather knew what it must have cost the Clan deputy to speak out as he had. It was hard for him to appreciate what it meant, how much Brambleclaw—
and Squirrelflight, too, he admitted to himself—had loved him and his littermates. And maybe they love us still. He felt as uncomfortable as if ants were making their nest in his pelt.
“They al know now,” Hol yleaf murmured, her voice stricken. “They know I kil ed a cat.” Jayfeather reached out and rested his paw on her shoulder. “It was an accident, remember.” He could feel Hol yleaf’s gaze on him, scorching21 him like a flame. “But it wasn’t,” she whispered.
Jayfeather heard Mousefur’s words echoing in his ears, tel ing him how much harm had been done as a result of that single moment. He shook his head as if he could get rid of her voice like a buzzing insect.
“Enough,” he insisted. “We have to live with what has happened. I’m glad you came back. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” Hol yleaf murmured. Jayfeather felt the light touch of her nose on his ear, only for a moment. “I just hope I’ve done the right thing by coming back. Perhaps it would have been better if you’d al forgotten about me.”
“We would never have done that,” Jayfeather told her, leaning closer to her and drinking in her scent22.
“Never.”
In the silence that fol owed, Jayfeather could hear the breeze rustling23 in the trees overhead, and farther away the sound of cats approaching the camp. As they drew closer, he heard the excited voices of the apprentices.
“I caught two mice!”
“And I caught a squirrel! It’s huge!” The hunting patrol emerged from the thorns, Cherrypaw and Molepaw scampering24 ahead.
Lionblaze and Cinderheart fol owed, with Rosepetal and Foxleap bringing up the rear.
“Hey, take it easy,” Cinderheart warned the apprentices. “You’l make every cat think that badgers26 are invading.” Her tone was gently teasing.
“But you’ve hunted very wel today,” she went on.
“Molepaw, why don’t you take your mice to Mousefur and Purdy? They’re so nice and plump I’m sure they’l tempt27 their appetites.”
Jayfeather heard Molepaw scurrying28 off, while Cherrypaw dragged her squirrel to the fresh-kil pile.
Cinderheart is a natural mentor30, he thought, even though these aren’t her apprentices. And she couldn’t be a more loyal warrior3 to ThunderClan.
StarClan made the right decision when they let her live a second life.
Tensing, he realized that it came from Lionblaze.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Lionblaze snapped.
“Al you ever think about is this dumb prophecy.” Jayfeather bit back a sharp reply as he realized that his brother’s grief was tangled32 with longing33 for Cinderheart. “Try me,” he suggested.
For a few heartbeats Lionblaze was silent. “I know Cinderheart wants to be with me,” he meowed grudgingly34 at last. “But she thinks she can’t, because I have a destiny. She thinks I’m too important!” He spat35 out the last word and stalked away before Jayfeather could reply.
Anger surged up inside Jayfeather, and for a moment he wanted to yowl his pain to the sky. Half Moon . . . No cat in ThunderClan knew of his love for the long-ago cat, lost to him now through the passing of so many seasons. He would have given anything to have her beside him again. Remembering her now helped him to understand his brother’s hurt and frustration36.
“She thinks he’s the only cat who’s important?” he muttered to himself. “Maybe it’s time some cat showed her just how wrong she is.” That night Jayfeather curled up in his nest and took a deep breath before letting himself sink into sleep. He knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Somehow we have to settle this, once and for all.
Not for Lionblaze, or even the Clan, but for Cinderheart. I have to show her what a great cat she is.
His eyes opened in a sun-fil ed forest, where thick foliage37 rustled38 above his head and the undergrowth was fil ed with the murmurings of prey39. Jayfeather padded through the ferns, enjoying the cool grass beneath his pads and the warmth of sunbeams that struck down through the canopy40. Al his senses were alert as he searched for one particular cat.
Soon he heard a rush of paws, a pounce41, and a hiss42 of disappointment. “Mouse dung! I missed it!” Heading in the direction of the voice, Jayfeather bounded around a tree stump43 and burst into a sun-dappled clearing. Cinderheart was standing44 at the foot of a tree, looking up with a disgusted expression on her face. On a branch above her head a squirrel was chattering45 crossly.
“Bad luck,” Jayfeather meowed.
Cinderheart started. “Wow! Jayfeather—I didn’t expect to see you here.” A fearful look flickered46 in her eyes. “I am stil dreaming, right? I’m not in StarClan?”
“Don’t worry,” Jayfeather reassured47 her. “This isn’t StarClan. Everything’s fine, and yes, you are dreaming. There’s something I need to tel you.” Cinderheart faced him warily48. “What is it?” For a moment Jayfeather stood in silence, not sure where to begin. Get on with it! he told himself.
You started this, so you’d better finish it. “It wil be easier if I show you,” he mewed aloud. “Come with me.”
He set off with Cinderheart padding at his shoulder. Jayfeather pictured in his head the old ThunderClan camp, with the former cats leading their busy everyday lives. Gradual y as they passed through the trees the old forest took shape around them. A stream appeared, splashing beneath arching fronds49 of bracken, and a jay swooped50 out of the branches of an oak tree. Jayfeather heard a gasp51 from Cinderheart as she realized that she had somehow left the territory of her dream and was on unfamiliar52 ground.
A patrol flashed through the undergrowth a couple of fox-lengths away; Jayfeather recognized younger versions of Firestar, Graystripe, and Sandstorm.
Turning to fol ow, he saw them halt at the foot of a tree where a young gray she-cat was gathering53 celandine.
“Picking flowers again?” Sandstorm teased.
The young she-cat flicked54 her tail. “Flowers and leaves,” she replied, unruffled, though her blue eyes were sparkling with amusement. “Do you have a problem with that, Sandstorm? Because if you do, you’d better take it up with Yel owfang.” Sandstorm took a pace back, shaking her head.
“Yeah, she doesn’t want to get her ears clawed,” Graystripe meowed.
“Why don’t we keep on hunting?” Firestar suggested. “Maybe we’l catch something good and fat for Yel owfang to put her in a good mood for once.
You’re doing a great job,” he added to the gray she-cat as he led the patrol away.
“Make it a squirrel!” the she-cat cal ed after them.
“That’s Yel owfang’s favorite at the moment!” Jayfeather was aware of Cinderheart standing beside him, her pelt bristling56 as she stared in astonishment57. “That . . . that’s me,” she stammered58.
“I mean, it’s not, but it looks just like me.”
“No, it’s not you,” Jayfeather responded. “At least, not then.”
Cinderheart shot him a baffled look, but said no more.
When she had col ected enough celandine, Cinderpelt picked up the bundle in her jaws59 and headed off, limping heavily. Jayfeather and Cinderheart fol owed. The medicine cat apprentice5 wove her way confidently through the undergrowth until she came to the head of the ravine that led down to the camp.
“Does she know we’re fol owing her?” Cinderheart whispered
Jayfeather shook his head. “She can’t see us. We aren’t real y here.”
Cinderpelt padded down the ravine and vanished into the gorse tunnel. Jayfeather and Cinderheart fol owed and soon they emerged into the old ThunderClan camp. Jayfeather’s gaze swept the clearing, taking in the dens60, the fresh-kil pile, and the Highrock where the Clan leader’s den was. Not Firestar, Jayfeather reminded himself. He’s not Clan leader yet.
They padded behind Cinderpelt as she carried her bundle of herbs through the ferns and into the medicine cat’s den. Yel owfang sat in the smal er clearing, looking just as scrawny and ungroomed as she did whenever Jayfeather met her in StarClan.
“That’s a good bundle,” Yel owfang praised her apprentice gruffly, trudging62 over to sniff the celandine. “Some of the leaves are a bit wilted63, though.”
Yel owfang snorted. “Al right. Put them away and then come over here.”
While Cinderpelt stowed the celandine in a cleft65 in the rock at the back of the den, Yel owfang padded over to a clump66 of ferns a couple of tail-lengths away.
For the first time Jayfeather saw that a large white tom was sitting among the ferns, his fur rumpled67 and a look of pain in his eyes.
“Whitestorm had an argument with a bramble thicket,” Yel owfang rasped as Cinderpelt returned.
“He has a thorn in his paw. What do you think we should do for him?”
“Advise him to stay away from brambles,” Cinderpelt meowed, provoking a snort of amusement from the white tom. “But for now, we need to get the thorn out, tel him to give the paw a good lick, and rub it with marigold to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
“Quite right.” Yel owfang gave a nod of satisfaction.
“I have a good mentor!” Cinderpelt responded, warmth in her blue eyes.
Yel owfang gave her an affectionate nudge, but al she said was, “Better get on with it, then.”
“Whoever she is, she’s a great medicine cat,” Cinderheart commented, as Cinderpelt bent68 her head over Whitestorm’s paw and swiftly extracted the thorn with her teeth.
“Yes, she was,” Jayfeather agreed.
“Not then. This was before ThunderClan came to the lake.”
Cinderheart turned to gaze at him, her eyes as big as moons. “So this is ThunderClan in the past? Is that why Firestar and the others look so much younger? But how . . . why . . . ?”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Jayfeather reassured her. “Just keep watching. That medicine cat apprentice is cal ed Cinderpelt.” He felt a pulse of shock run through Cinderheart as she heard the name that was so like her own, but she didn’t interrupt him. “She wanted to be a warrior just like you,” he continued, “but she was injured before she finished her training. Did you notice that she limps?
Her leg wil never heal properly. She knew she would never be able to keep up with patrols, so she became a medicine cat instead. She taught Leafpool, you know.”
“Wow . . .” Cinderheart breathed. “I’ve heard about her. Didn’t she die saving my mother?”
“Her death meant more than that,” Jayfeather replied, though he didn’t explain any further. She’ll find out soon enough.
While they were speaking, white mist drifted out of the ferns, wreathing around them until it blotted71 out the medicine cats’ den.
“What’s happening?” Cinderheart whimpered.
“It’s okay,” Jayfeather repeated. “Just wait.” After a few heartbeats the mist cleared. The two cats were standing on a hil side, where rough moorland grass swept upward to huge peaks of gray stone. A long line of cats was trekking72 across it, their fur buffeted73 by the wind. Cats from al four Clans—
long-legged WindClan, broad-shouldered ThunderClan, sleek-furred RiverClan, and lean ShadowClan—walked side by side, talking quietly.
“It’s the Great Journey!” Cinderheart exclaimed.
“They’re heading for the mountains. Jayfeather, why are you showing me this?”
“You’l find out,” Jayfeather promised. “Look, there’s Cinderpelt again. She’s the only medicine cat in ThunderClan now.”
Padding closer, Jayfeather saw that Mousefur—a younger, stronger Mousefur, before she retired74 to the elders’ den—was talking to Cinderpelt.
“My paws hurt,” she was complaining. “It’s walking over al these sharp stones that does it. It’s not natural for cats.”
“I’m sure we’l rest soon,” Cinderpelt replied sympathetical y. “When we do, I’l bring you some dock leaves to rub on your pads. You’l find that helps a lot.”
Mousefur gave her a brusque nod and limped on.
Heartbeats later, a mottled brown kit75 bounced up to Cinderpelt and announced, “I’ve got burrs in my fur!” That must be Applefur, Jayfeather thought, recognizing a tiny version of the ShadowClan warrior.
“Oh, it’s Applekit!” Cinderpelt yelped with mock astonishment. “I thought for a heartbeat there was a giant burr chasing me. Never mind. When we stop, I’l help you untangle them. Until then, watch where you’re putting your paws.”
“Thank you!” Applekit charged off toward her littermates.
Not watching out at all, Jayfeather thought, unsurprised.
Cinderpelt watched the kit go, her head tilted76 and amusement glimmering77 in her blue eyes, then returned to the weary toil78 up the slope. As the cats drew closer to the cliff face, a few snowflakes began to drift down. A wind rose, and soon they were struggling through a blizzard80. Jayfeather lost sight of the other cats, and could barely make out Cinderheart fighting her way forward against the wind.
“Over here!” Jayfeather recognized Firestar’s voice. “Every cat shelter under the cliff!” Together Jayfeather and Cinderheart huddled81 together in the lee of the gray rocks, at the edge of their Clanmates. The whole world seemed to be ful of whirling white flakes79. Even the sound of the other cats was lost in the whining82 of the wind.
Suddenly everything was quiet. The fal ing snow died away and seemed to melt into the earth.
Abruptly83 the air grew warmer. Jayfeather looked around and realized that he and Cinderheart were back in the stone hol ow, crouched84 against the thorn barrier.
“Oh!” Cinderheart sighed, disappointment in her voice. “Are we back home already?”
“Not quite,” Jayfeather warned.
His words were hardly out when darkness fel over the clearing. Jayfeather heard a grumbling85 roar growing closer through the trees. Along with it came the sound of trampling86, as if twigs87 were breaking under heavy paws.
Before Jayfeather could reply the thorns beside them gave way and badgers erupted into the camp.
Warriors surged out of their den to meet them: Jayfeather spotted89 Squirrelflight hurling90 herself at one of the leading badgers, with Brambleclaw and Cloudtail just behind her. Firestar let out a yowl of defiance91 as he plunged92 into the fight with Dustpelt, Sandstorm, and Thornclaw. Spiderleg and Ashfur were attacking one of the huge creatures together, darting93 in from both sides to confuse it.
“Jayfeather! What’s happening?”
“It’s okay,” Jayfeather reassured her, thrusting her to one side. “They can’t hurt us.” At least, I hope they can’t
“I’m so sorry,” Jayfeather murmured to Cinderheart. “There’s one more thing you have to see. Fol ow me.”
He led the way across the clearing to the nursery, slipping between the battling shapes that appeared without warning out of the darkness. Squirrelflight lay panting across the entrance, wounded but stil guarding the nursery from attack. Jayfeather and Cinderheart passed straight through, somehow without disturbing her.
The nursery was crowded. At the far side, Sorreltail was lying in a mossy nest, her bel y heaving as she struggled to give birth. Cinderpelt crouched beside her, gently stroking her bel y with one paw. But a badger25 loomed96 over both of them, its jaws parted in a threatening snarl97. As it raised a paw to swipe at Sorreltail, Cinderpelt turned and sprang between them. The badger’s claws slashed98 down her side; blood wel ed out as she col apsed.
“Oh, no—no!” Cinderheart whispered.
Jayfeather was vaguely99 aware of Leafpool and Crowfeather bursting into the den and attacking the badger, driving it out into the clearing. Al his attention was fixed on Cinderpelt. Blood stil gushed100 from her side; she was struggling to breathe, and as Leafpool returned she managed to gasp out a few words before her eyes closed and she went limp.
Behind her in the nest, a tiny kit gave its first thin cry.
Cinderheart’s eyes were wide with horror. “She can’t be dead,” she breathed. “Jayfeather, tel me she’l be okay.”
“Look at the kit,” was al that Jayfeather said.
Sorreltail was licking the newborn kit with strong, rasping strokes of her tongue. Its gray fur stuck up in tiny spikes101. Its delicate nose, the shape of its head, the set of its stubby tail were al echoed in the cat that stood beside Jayfeather
“Yes,” Jayfeather mewed.
Cinderheart turned stricken eyes on him. “Then Cinderpelt gave her life to save mine.”
“Not exactly.” Jayfeather tensed.
Cinderheart blinked in confusion. “But you said she died!”
“Only for a heartbeat,” Jayfeather replied. “And then she was given a whole new life.” Cinderheart stared at him and he saw the moment when understanding flashed into her eyes. Her voice was scarcely audible, no more than a breath. “And that life was . . . me.”
Jayfeather nodded. A spiraling flock of emotions was chasing through Cinderheart’s eyes: horror, shock, pride, and then memories upon memories, thicker than fal ing leaves.
“I’m an apprentice . . . and Fireheart’s my mentor . . . he’s such a great teacher!” Cinderheart’s words were coming so fast that Jayfeather could hardly make them out. The she-cat’s flanks twitched103 as Cinderpelt’s long-buried memories surged through her like a river in ful flood. “Hunting’s such fun . . . and fighting . . . I want to be the best warrior in the Clan!”
Then she let out a screech of fear and pain. “The monster . . . no . . . oh, my leg hurts . . . I’l never be a warrior. But I’l learn al the herbs . . . marigold for infection, borage leaves for fever, juniper for bel yache, catmint for whitecough and greencough . . . what are the traveling herbs? Sorrel, daisy, chamomile . . . oh, and burnet! Must get it right . . .” Her voice took on a note of deep sadness.
“Yel owfang is gone! And now I’m the only medicine cat . . . It’s so cold here, by the Moonstone. Fireheart is so stil . . . maybe he’s dead. Wil StarClan real y give him his nine lives?”
Cinderheart began to pant hard, as if she were struggling up a steep slope; then she let out a little cry of wonder and joy. “The lake . . . it’s so beautiful!
Oh, StarClan, thank you for leading us here.” Then the sadness came back, threaded through with a note of fear. “Is that truly my destiny? And Leafpool wants to leave us . . . what wil become of my Clan?” At last Cinderheart was silent, her breath coming in ragged29 gasps104. In the ruins of the nursery she stared at Jayfeather. “Who am I?” she wailed105. “What am I supposed to be?”
Jayfeather stepped forward until he could look down into her distraught blue eyes. “You are Cinderheart,” he insisted. “That is your destiny.
StarClan chose to let you live again so that you could fol ow your first path, to be a great warrior, to have a mate and kits106 of your own, to fight and hunt for your Clan after caring for them so long from the medicine cat’s den.” He took a deep breath. “Honor StarClan for their decision,” he went on, “and be proud of everything you have achieved in both of your lives.
This is al your destiny, Cinderheart.”
“Are you sure?” Cinderheart whispered.
Jayfeather nodded. “StarClan chose that you should be a warrior this time.”
“Who else knows?” Cinderheart asked.
“Only Leafpool,” Jayfeather told her. “No other cats need to know. You are not an echo of Cinderpelt, you are your own cat now. Your Clanmates know you and love you as Cinderheart, which is al the truth they need.”
Cinderheart sighed and gazed around at the nursery; it was stil and silent now, as if it were drawing away to a great distance. Slowly she padded over to Cinderpelt’s body, and licked the dead medicine cat’s ears. “I wil never forget who I was before,” she murmured. “Thank you for living my first life.”
Jayfeather moved to her side and touched his tail-tip to her shoulder. “Come,” he meowed. “It’s time to go home.”
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