Chapter 19
Lionblaze brushed through the barrier of thorns and headed into the forest, his ears pricked1 for the sound of intruders. Hazeltail and Rosepetal fol owed him, and Cinderheart brought up the rear. As he led the way down toward the shore where the WindClan border stream flowed into the lake, Lionblaze heard muttered conversation behind him.
“Who’d have thought that Hollyleaf kil ed Ashfur?” Hazeltail whispered. “Isn’t it awful? How did she ever keep it a secret?”
“Do you think she was brave or a coward to run away like that?”
There was a heartbeat’s pause before Hazeltail replied. “She must have been brave, because she came back . . .”
Her voice trailed off as Lionblaze swung around and fixed4 his two Clanmates with a glare. Hazeltail exchanged a quick glance with Foxleap before giving her chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks.
So you’ve just remembered that Hollyleaf is my sister, Lionblaze thought, but he said nothing.
By the time they reached the WindClan border and headed upstream, both Hazeltail and Foxleap were ful y alert, their ears swiveling, their gaze flicking5 back and forth6 along the undergrowth, and their jaws7 parted to pick up the tiniest trace of WindClan scent8 on ThunderClan territory. Watching them with approval, Lionblaze couldn’t help noticing how distracted Cinderheart was, drifting along as if she weren’t seeing or scenting9 anything in the forest.
When he warned the others about a bramble stretching across their path, and heard Foxleap passing the message back, Cinderheart stil managed to get tangled10 in it.
“Are you okay?” Lionblaze asked her.
“Fine!” she snapped, pul ing herself free and leaving tufts of fur behind.
Lionblaze blinked at her uncharacteristical y sharp tone. For a heartbeat he wished he had been put on a different patrol, or even ordered to fetch bedding for the elders. But then his concern for Cinderheart overwhelmed his brief annoyance11. If she was behaving like this, there must be something wrong.
A few fox-lengths farther upstream, Lionblaze noticed that Cinderheart had wandered away from the border and was standing12 bel y-deep in long grass, her eyes wide and unfocused. He let the others go ahead and padded through the grass toward her.
Instantly Cinderheart was alert, her neck fur fluffing up as she gazed around. “Where?”
“Nowhere,” Lionblaze meowed. “I was just testing to see if you were awake.”
Cinderheart’s fur bristled14 even more. “You’re not my mentor,” she growled15. “You don’t have to keep checking on me.”
Lionblaze opened his jaws to ask her what was wrong, but the anger in her eyes told him to keep quiet. Instead he walked on, noticing that at least Cinderheart seemed to be concentrating now.
By the time they reached the stretch of territory where the hidden tunnels emerged, there had been no sign of WindClan or Sol. Without warning the others, Lionblaze slipped away briefly17 to check the tunnel entrances. No need to tell every cat where they are. Some of them might be mouse-brained enough to mount an attack on WindClan from our side.
As he sniffed18 at the tunnel openings, he thought of Heathertail, and wondered if she knew about Sol’s plotting. Would she use her knowledge of the tunnels to help in her Clan2’s attack? Did Heathertail have any trace of loyalty20 to Lionblaze, or would she take delight in hurting his Clan because the friendship they once shared had turned to dust?
Returning to his patrol, Lionblaze looked at Cinderheart and sighed. Why do relationships have to be so complicated?
Sunhigh was approaching as the patrol returned to camp, with nothing to report. As they came in sight of the hol ow, Lionblaze heard shrieks21 and wailing23 coming from the clearing.
“Something’s wrong!” he yowled.
With his patrol hard on his paws he raced for the entrance. Are WindClan warriors24 attacking? Now, when the patrols are out and the camp is almost empty?
But when he burst out of the thorns, there were no WindClan cats to be seen. The few ThunderClan cats who were not on duty were gathered in a ragged26 circle in the center of the clearing; Lionblaze thrust his way between Daisy and Ferncloud to see what was going on. In the middle of the circle, Mousewhisker and Cherrypaw were lying on the ground, writhing27 in pain, their legs flailing29 and their tails curled up in agony. There was foam30 on the lips of both cats, and their eyes were glazed31 with pain.
“What happened?” he demanded.
“I don’t know,” Poppyfrost replied, her eyes wide and scared. “They came back a few moments ago and col apsed like this.”
“My kit32!” Daisy whispered, blinking anxiously at Mousewhisker. Ferncloud comforted her with the touch of her tail on Daisy’s shoulder.
“Think the mouse we shared last night was . . . going off a bit.”
“It hurts!” Cherrypaw wailed34. Helplessly she stretched out a paw toward Poppyfrost, as if she were begging her mother for help.
“Where’s Jayfeather?” Lionblaze snapped.
“Out in the forest somewhere,” Molepaw meowed, gazing at his littermate with horrified35 eyes. “He and Brightheart went to check on the herbs he’s growing.”
“Go and find him,” Lionblaze ordered. “Try the old Twoleg nest first.”
Molepaw nodded and raced off, looking relieved to have something to do. Lionblaze hesitated, uncertain what more he could do, then staggered as Leafpool shoved past him.
“What have you eaten?” she demanded, bending over Cherrypaw
“Mousewhisker said they shared a rotting mouse last night,” Lionblaze explained.
Leafpool flashed him a glance from her amber36 eyes. “A mouse shouldn’t cause this.” She was tense, but in control, her medicine cat skil s surging back to meet the emergency.
“Didn’t want to bother Jayfeather. We ate some parsley . . . cure the bel yache.” Mousewhisker forced the words out between his teeth.
“Parsley?” Leafpool bent37 to sniff19 the foam around Cherrypaw’s lips. “That wasn’t parsley, it was water hemlock38.”
“Is that bad?” Lionblaze asked, already knowing the answer.
“There’s nothing more poisonous in the whole forest, except for deathberries,” Leafpool replied. “I need herbs to make them vomit39.”
But she didn’t head for Jayfeather’s den16. Instead, she braced40 her paws on Cherrypaw’s legs, trying to stop her from thrashing around.
“What are you doing?” Poppyfrost hissed.
“They have to keep stil ,” Leafpool told her. “If they flail28 around like this they could choke on their tongues.”
Instantly understanding the danger, Lionblaze rushed across to Mousewhisker and tried to hold the young warrior25 down; Mousewhisker’s legs were jerking in agony and he raked his claws across Lionblaze’s shoulder. Leafpool wasn’t finding it any easier to control Cherrypaw; though her movements were strong and confident, her eyes were terrified.
“Foxleap, give us some help over here!” As Lionblaze cal ed to his Clanmate he noticed that Cinderheart had appeared at the entrance to the camp. She was staring at the sick cats in horror, as if she couldn’t bear to watch but couldn’t tear her gaze away.
Suddenly she leaped forward, whisking past Lionblaze. “I’l get the herbs,” she mewed, racing42 for Jayfeather’s den.
Leafpool looked up. “We need—”
“I know,” Cinderheart interrupted, casting a glance back as she vanished behind the bramble screen.
Foxleap went to help Leafpool with Cherrypaw, while Hazeltail bounded across to Lionblaze and joined him in holding Mousewhisker down. Her littermate’s thrashing legs knocked her off her paws, but she scrambled43 up and grabbed at him again.
Within a few heartbeats Cinderheart was back with a bundle of yarrow in her jaws. Dropping the bunch beside Leafpool, she turned back to Lionblaze. “Hold his head,” she mewed crisply. “No, not like that—your paw’s in the way of his mouth. I need you to hold him so that I can get some yarrow between his jaws.”
Lionblaze stared at her. “Where did you learn al this stuff?”
“We don’t have time for this!” Cinderheart snapped as she slapped his paws into position.
“Just do as I say.” She chewed up a mouthful of the herbs and forced the pulp44 between Mousewhisker’s jaws. Then she began to massage45 his bel y, kneading it strongly as if she were a kit trying to get milk from her mother. Beside her, Leafpool was doing exactly the same for Cherrypaw.
Cinderheart glanced across to check on her.
“More pressure a bit higher up,” she instructed.
To Lionblaze’s surprise, Leafpool nodded. Her eyes were a little wider than usual, but she didn’t pause to ask why Cinderheart was suddenly tel ing her what to do.
What in the name of StarClan is going on?
Lionblaze wondered. Has Cinderheart been secretly training to be a medicine cat? Why would she do that?
“That’s very good,” Cinderheart soothed47 Mousewhisker, stroking his shoulder as he choked wretchedly. “You’l feel better soon.” A tail-length away Leafpool was comforting Cherrypaw; the young apprentice48 looked worn out and utterly49 miserable50.
“She’l be fine,” Leafpool assured her.
“Thank StarClan!” Daisy exclaimed.
As every cat relaxed, realizing that the crisis was over, Lionblaze studied Cinderheart more closely.
She seemed to have changed her expression into something he didn’t recognize at al . Her color and shape and size were stil the same, but her eyes were not the eyes of the cat he knew and loved.
Leaving Cherrypaw with her mother, Leafpool padded over to check on Mousewhisker.
“Have you been training Cinderheart?” Lionblaze whispered to her.
“No, not at al ,” Leafpool whispered back, her eyes clouded with something unreadable.
“Then how does she know al this stuff?” Lionblaze demanded, raising his voice. “I don’t understand!”
“I don’t care,” Hazeltail meowed. “Just as long as she saves Mousewhisker’s life.”
Cinderheart looked up at Leafpool, a world of sadness in her gaze.
“You know, then?” Leafpool murmured.
Cinderheart nodded. “Yes, I know.” Lionblaze heard paw steps behind him and turned to see Jayfeather striding across the clearing with Brightheart at his side. Both cats carried bunches of herbs in their jaws.
As briefly as he could, Lionblaze told Jayfeather how Mousewhisker and Cherrypaw had poisoned themselves with water hemlock. “Leafpool—”
“This is what comes from Firestar’s idea of teaching the Clan about herbs,” Jayfeather interrupted, rapidly checking Cherrypaw and then Mousewhisker. “If they hadn’t thought that they knew what to do, this would never have happened. They’l be okay,” he added grudgingly53. “Foxleap, Hazeltail, help them both into my den.”
“Cinderheart knew exactly what to do,” Leafpool mewed as the sick cats moved off shakily, leaning on Foxleap and Hazeltail.
Jayfeather’s head whipped around, his eyes wide with shock. “What?”
“What have you done?” Leafpool hissed at Jayfeather. “I thought we agreed she should be al owed to live in peace?”
“She deserved to know the truth,” Jayfeather snapped back at her. “And to know that StarClan chose a new destiny for her.”
Cinderheart’s destiny? What are they talking about?
“I’m stil here, you know,” Cinderheart pointed out, narrowing her eyes at Leafpool and Jayfeather.
“Then I’m sorry you had to find out,” Leafpool told her, glaring at Jayfeather. “I thought we had agreed to keep it from you.”
“And let me live in ignorance of who I truly am? You had no right to decide that!”
“Everything was a lie before!” Cinderheart lifted her voice in a wail22. “If I was truly given a second chance, StarClan should have kept those memories away. But I can’t forget now, I can’t stop memories pouring into my head.”
“Cinderheart, I—” Leafpool began.
Cinderheart’s fur bristled. “I know every path in the old forest!” she flashed back. “I know Snakerocks and Sunningrocks. I remember Gatherings58 at Fourtrees. I remember delivering kits59 when I was Yel owfang’s apprentice, but not being able to save their mother. Do you have any idea how that feels? I remember deceiving my Clan, when I was trying to save sick ShadowClan cats. I remember—” Her voice broke. “I remember everything.” Leafpool rested her tail-tip on Cinderheart’s shoulder, and for a moment the gray she-cat didn’t move away
“I never meant for you to feel like this,” Jayfeather whispered. “I just wanted you to know what StarClan did for you.”
“But I can’t help feeling like this,” Cinderheart retorted. “I can’t just forget about my former life, when I was Cinderpelt.”
As he listened Lionblaze had felt like a kit struggling in a flooding stream, with nothing solid to hold on to. Now it was as if his paws had slammed against the bottom, leaving him stunned60.
Cinderheart used to be Cinderpelt? How is that possible?
“I don’t know who I am anymore,” Cinderheart went on, her voice throbbing61 with sorrow. “Al this time, have I been just the echo of a dead cat?”
“No.” Leafpool spoke62 gently, but her voice was ful of conviction. “No, you are so much more than that.” Cinderheart sprang away from her, whirling to face her, crouching63 as if she were about to pounce64 on prey65. “I don’t believe you!” she hissed. Without giving Leafpool the chance to reply, she sprang forward and bounded across the clearing, disappearing into the gap in the barrier.
“I’l go after her,” Lionblaze meowed.
Jayfeather nodded. “I’l come with you.”
“No.” Lionblaze glared at his brother, rage wel ing up inside him. You knew all along, and you never told me! “I’m going alone.”
“Okay, keep your fur on,” Jayfeather muttered. “Tel me what happens.”
“Be kind to her!” Leafpool cal ed after Lionblaze as he bounded away.
Out in the forest, Lionblaze fol owed Cinderheart’s scent trail. She seemed to have dashed blindly away from the hol ow, breaking through the undergrowth, leaving tufts of gray fur on brambles that trailed across her path. He found her at last crouched66 under a leaf-laden hazel bush, shredding67 a twig68 to pieces with her claws.
“You’l need medicine cat skil s to put that back together,” Lionblaze joked as he slid underneath69 the hazel boughs70 and crouched beside her.
“Real y?” Cinderheart looked up at him, her blue gaze savage71 with misery72. “Aren’t I lucky, then, that I have so many?”
Lionblaze realized that he had said the wrong thing. “I’m sorry,” he mewed. “I hate this, too, for both our sakes.”
The rage faded from Cinderheart’s eyes. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“You’re Cinderheart,” Lionblaze assured her, touching73 her ear with his nose. “You always have been.”
“No, not always,” Cinderheart replied, blinking unhappily. “Once I was Cinderpelt. And I’ve walked this path before, every step of it.”
“What do you mean?” Lionblaze asked, confused.
“You’re a warrior now, not a medicine cat.”
“I don’t know what I am.” Cinderheart gave a last scratch at the remains74 of the twig. “But what I meant was . . . I’ve been in love before with a cat that I couldn’t have.” Her eyes clouded. “Poor Cinderpelt,” she whispered. “There was so much that was taken away from her . . .”
“We’l talk later,” he murmured to Cinderheart, then scrambled out from underneath the hazel bush and headed for the lake.
When he reached the water’s edge he sat down and stared out over the tossing gray water. They’re so lucky, he thought moodily76, picturing the life of the Clans77 going on al around the lake. They’re not tangled up in some dumb prophecy, or another cat coming back to life!
“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.
Lionblaze wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting beside the lake when he heard paw steps approaching behind him. Hoping that Cinderheart had come to find him, he turned, and spotted78 Squirrelflight padding down the shore toward him.
“Hi,” she mewed, sitting beside him. “Do you want to talk?”
Squirrelflight was the last cat Lionblaze would have chosen to confide41 in, but his churning emotions wouldn’t let him stay silent.
“It’s so unfair!” he burst out. “Not just for me, but for Cinderheart, too. She wanted to be a warrior, but now she’s convinced she has to be a medicine cat because some other cat was before.” Squirrelflight nodded. “Al cats deserve to find happiness as a mate, and as a mother. I wouldn’t have changed anything about my life.” Lionblaze tensed, digging his claws into the ground. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words seemed stuck in his throat like a hard piece of fresh-kil , and were just as difficult to dislodge.
“You were a good mother,” he admitted at last, thinking longingly79 of the time when he had been young, when he and his littermates had believed that Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw were real y their parents. The tension in his shoulders relaxed as he let go of the long-held grudge80. “You should have kits with Brambleclaw.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Squirrelflight sighed.
More briskly she added, “And perhaps it’s for the best that it never did. But I loved you and Jayfeather and Hol yleaf just as much as if I’d given birth to you myself, and it breaks my heart to see you unhappy.” Lionblaze turned his head to meet her bril iant green gaze. “I think Cinderheart is unhappier than any of us,” he meowed. 第十七章
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
pricked
|
|
| 刺，扎，戳( prick的过去式和过去分词 )； 刺伤； 刺痛； 使剧痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
clan
|
|
| n.氏族，部落，宗族，家族，宗派 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
flicking
|
|
| （尤指用手指或手快速地）轻击( flick的现在分词 )； （用…）轻挥； （快速地）按开关； 向…笑了一下（或瞥了一眼等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
jaws
|
|
| n.口部；嘴 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
scent
|
|
| n.气味，香味，香水，线索，嗅觉；v.嗅，发觉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
scenting
|
|
| vt.闻到（scent的现在分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
tangled
|
|
| adj. 纠缠的，紊乱的 动词tangle的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
annoyance
|
|
| n.恼怒，生气，烦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
hissed
|
|
| 发嘶嘶声( hiss的过去式和过去分词 )； 发嘘声表示反对 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
bristled
|
|
| adj. 直立的，多刺毛的 动词bristle的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
growled
|
|
| v.（动物）发狺狺声， （雷）作隆隆声( growl的过去式和过去分词 )；低声咆哮着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
den
|
|
| n.兽穴；秘密地方；安静的小房间，私室 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
briefly
|
|
| adv.简单地，简短地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
sniffed
|
|
| v.以鼻吸气，嗅，闻( sniff的过去式和过去分词 )；抽鼻子（尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气）；抱怨，不以为然地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
sniff
|
|
| vi.嗅…味道；抽鼻涕；对嗤之以鼻，蔑视 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
loyalty
|
|
| n.忠诚，忠心 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
shrieks
|
|
| n.尖叫声( shriek的名词复数 )v.尖叫( shriek的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
wail
|
|
| vt./vi.大声哀号，恸哭；呼啸，尖啸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
wailing
|
|
| v.哭叫，哀号( wail的现在分词 )；沱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
warriors
|
|
| 武士，勇士，战士( warrior的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
warrior
|
|
| n.勇士，武士，斗士 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
writhing
|
|
| （因极度痛苦而）扭动或翻滚( writhe的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
flail
|
|
| v.用连枷打；击打；n.连枷（脱粒用的工具） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
flailing
|
|
| v.鞭打( flail的现在分词 )；用连枷脱粒；（臂或腿）无法控制地乱动；扫雷坦克 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
foam
|
|
| v./n.泡沫，起泡沫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
glazed
|
|
| adj.光滑的，像玻璃的；上过釉的；呆滞无神的v.装玻璃( glaze的过去式)；上釉于，上光；（目光）变得呆滞无神 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
kit
|
|
| n.用具包，成套工具；随身携带物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
gasped
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
wailed
|
|
| v.哭叫，哀号( wail的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
horrified
|
|
| a.(表现出)恐惧的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
amber
|
|
| n.琥珀；琥珀色；adj.琥珀制的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
hemlock
|
|
| n.毒胡萝卜，铁杉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
vomit
|
|
| v.呕吐，作呕；n.呕吐物，吐出物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
braced
|
|
| adj.拉牢的v.支住( brace的过去式和过去分词 )；撑牢；使自己站稳；振作起来 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
confide
|
|
| v.向某人吐露秘密 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
racing
|
|
| n.竞赛，赛马；adj.竞赛用的，赛马用的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
scrambled
|
|
| v.快速爬行( scramble的过去式和过去分词 )；攀登；争夺；（军事飞机）紧急起飞 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
pulp
|
|
| n.果肉，纸浆；v.化成纸浆，除去...果肉，制成纸浆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
massage
|
|
| n.按摩，揉；vt.按摩，揉，美化，奉承，篡改数据 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
vomited
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
soothed
|
|
| v.安慰( soothe的过去式和过去分词 )；抚慰；使舒服；减轻痛苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
apprentice
|
|
| n.学徒，徒弟 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
utterly
|
|
| adv.完全地，绝对地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
miserable
|
|
| adj.悲惨的，痛苦的；可怜的，糟糕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
fretted
|
|
| 焦躁的，附有弦马的，腐蚀的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
muffled
|
|
| adj.（声音）被隔的；听不太清的；（衣服）裹严的；蒙住的v.压抑，捂住( muffle的过去式和过去分词 )；用厚厚的衣帽包着（自己） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
grudgingly
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
steadily
|
|
| adv.稳定地；不变地；持续地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
tilt
|
|
| v.(使)倾侧；(使)倾斜；n.倾侧；倾斜 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
Flared
|
|
| adj. 端部张开的, 爆发的, 加宽的, 漏斗式的 动词flare的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
drooping
|
|
| adj. 下垂的，无力的 动词droop的现在分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
gatherings
|
|
| 聚集( gathering的名词复数 )； 收集； 采集； 搜集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
kits
|
|
| 衣物和装备( kit的名词复数 )； 成套用品； 配套元件 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
stunned
|
|
| adj. 震惊的，惊讶的 动词stun的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
throbbing
|
|
| a. 跳动的,悸动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
crouching
|
|
| v.屈膝，蹲伏( crouch的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
pounce
|
|
| n.猛扑；v.猛扑，突然袭击，欣然同意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
prey
|
|
| n.被掠食者，牺牲者，掠食；v.捕食，掠夺，折磨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
crouched
|
|
| v.屈膝，蹲伏( crouch的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
shredding
|
|
| v.撕碎，切碎( shred的现在分词 )；用撕毁机撕毁（文件） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
twig
|
|
| n.小树枝，嫩枝；v.理解 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
underneath
|
|
| adj.在...下面，在...底下；adv.在下面 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
boughs
|
|
| 大树枝( bough的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
savage
|
|
| adj.野蛮的；凶恶的，残暴的；n.未开化的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
misery
|
|
| n.痛苦，苦恼，苦难；悲惨的境遇，贫苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
touching
|
|
| adj.动人的，使人感伤的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
remains
|
|
| n.剩余物，残留物；遗体，遗迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
flinched
|
|
| v.（因危险和痛苦）退缩，畏惧( flinch的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
moodily
|
|
| adv.喜怒无常地；情绪多变地；心情不稳地；易生气地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
clans
|
|
| 宗族( clan的名词复数 )； 氏族； 庞大的家族； 宗派 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
spotted
|
|
| adj.有斑点的，斑纹的，弄污了的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
longingly
|
|
| adv. 渴望地 热望地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
grudge
|
|
| n.不满，怨恨，妒嫉；vt.勉强给，不情愿做 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |