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T H E

N E W

P RO P H E C Y

T H E PROPH ECI E S BEG I N Book One: Into the Wild Book Two: Fire and Ice Book Three: Forest of Secrets Book Four: Rising Storm Book Five: A Dangerous Path Book Six: The Darkest Hour

T H E N EW PROPH ECY Book One: Midnight Book Two: Moonrise Book Three: Dawn Book Four: Starlight Book Five: Twilight Book Six: Sunset

POW E R OF T H R E E Book One: The Sight Book Two: Dark River Book Three: Outcast Book Four: Eclipse Book Five: Long Shadows Book Six: Sunrise

OM E N OF T H E STA RS Book One: The Fourth Apprentice Book Two: Fading Echoes Book Three: Night Whispers Book Four: Sign of the Moon Book Five: The Forgotten Warrior Book Six: The Last Hope

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DAW N OF T H E CL A N S Book One: The Sun Trail Book Two: Thunder Rising Book Three: The First Battle Book Four: The Blazing Star Book Five: A Forest Divided Book Six: Path of Stars

A V I SION OF SH A DOWS Book One: The Apprentice’s Quest

E x plore th e T H E

N E W

P RO P H E C Y

Wor ld Warriors Super Edition: Firestar’s Quest Warriors Super Edition: Bluestar’s Prophecy Warriors Super Edition: SkyClan’s Destiny Warriors Super Edition: Crookedstar’s Promise Warriors Super Edition: Yellowfang’s Secret Warriors Super Edition: Tallstar’s Revenge Warriors Super Edition: Bramblestar’s Storm Warriors Super Edition: Moth Flight’s Vision Warriors Field Guide: Secrets of the Clans Warriors: Cats of the Clans Warriors: Code of the Clans Warriors: Battles of the Clans Warriors: Enter the Clans Warriors: The Ultimate Guide Warriors: The Untold Stories Warriors: Tales from the Clans Warriors: Shadows of the Clans

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M A NG A The Lost Warrior Warrior’s Refuge Warrior’s Return The Rise of Scourge Tigerstar and Sasha #1: Into the Woods Tigerstar and Sasha #2: Escape from the Forest Tigerstar and Sasha #3: Return to the Clans Ravenpaw’s Path #1: Shattered Peace Ravenpaw’s Path #2: A Clan in Need Ravenpaw’s Path #3: The Heart of a Warrior SkyClan and the Stranger #1: The Rescue SkyClan and the Stranger #2: Beyond the Code SkyClan and the Stranger #3: After the Flood

NOV E L L AS Hollyleaf ’s Story Mistystar’s Omen Cloudstar’s Journey Tigerclaw’s Fury Leafpool’s Wish Dovewing’s Silence Mapleshade’s Vengeance Goosefeather’s Curse Ravenpaw’s Farewell

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A lso by E r in Hunter

Book One: The Quest Begins Book Two: Great Bear Lake Book Three: Smoke Mountain Book Four: The Last Wilderness Book Five: Fire in the Sky Book Six: Spirits in the Stars

R E T U R N TO T H E W I L D Book One: Island of Shadows Book Two: The Melting Sea Book Three: River of Lost Bears Book Four: Forest of Wolves Book Five: The Burning Horizon Book Six: The Longest Day

M A NG A Toklo’s Story Kallik’s Adventure

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Book One: The Empty City Book Two: A Hidden Enemy Book Three: Darkness Falls Book Four: The Broken Path Book Five: The Endless Lake Book Six: Storm of Dogs

T H E G AT H E R I NG DA R K N E S S Book One: A Pack Divided Book Two: Dead of Night Survivors: Tales from the Packs

NOV E L L AS Alpha’s Tale Sweet’s Journey Moon’s Choice

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V I S I O N

O F

S H A D O W S

THUNDER AND SH A D OW

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Special thanks to Kate Cary

Thunder and Shadow Copyright © 2016 by Working Partners Limited Series created by Working Partners Limited All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information address HarperCollins Children’s Books, a division of HarperCollins Publishers, 195 Broadway, New York, NY 10007. www.harpercollinschildrens.com ISBN 978-0-06-238641-0 (trade bdg.) — ISBN 978-0-06-238642-7 (lib. bdg.) ISBN 978-0-06-257415-2 (special ed.) Typography by Ellice M. Lee 16 17 18 19 20 CG/RRDH 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 ❖ First Edition

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ALLEGIANCES t h u n dercl a n L E A D E R bramblestar— dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes D E P U T Y squirrelflight— dark ginger she-cat with green eyes and one white paw M E D I C I N E C AT S leafpool— light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes, white paws and chest jayfeather— gray tabby tom with blind

blue eyes

apprentice, alderpaw (dark ginger tom

with amber eyes)

WARRIORS

(toms and she-cats without kits): brackenfur— golden-brown tabby tom cloudtail— long-haired white tom with blue eyes brightheart— white she-cat with ginger patches thornclaw— golden-brown tabby tom whitewing— white she-cat with green eyes birchfall— light brown tabby tom berrynose— cream-colored tom with a stump for a tail mousewhisker— gray-and-white tom poppyfrost— pale tortoiseshell-and-white

she-cat

cinderheart— gray tabby she-cat lionblaze— golden tabby tom with amber

eyes

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rosepetal— dark cream she-cat briarlight— dark brown she-cat, paralyzed

in her hindquarters

blossomfall— tortoiseshell-and-white

she-cat with petal-shaped white patches

bumblestripe— very pale gray tom with

black stripes

ivypool— silver-and-white tabby she-cat

with dark blue eyes

dovewing— pale gray she-cat with blue eyes cherryfall— ginger she-cat apprentice, sparkpaw (orange tabby

she-cat)

molewhisker— brown-and-cream tom snowbush— white, fluffy tom ambermoon— pale ginger she-cat dewnose— gray-and-white tom stormcloud — (formerly Frankie); gray

tabby tom

hollytuft— black she-cat fernsong— yellow tabby tom sorrelstripe— dark brown she-cat

QUEENS

(she-cats expecting or nursing kits) daisy— cream long-furred cat from the horseplace lilyheart— small, dark tabby she-cat

with white patches, and blue eyes (mother to Leafkit, a tortoiseshell she-kit; Larkkit, a black tom-kit; and Honeykit, a white she-kit with yellow splotches; fostering Twigkit, a gray shekit with green eyes)

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ELDERS

(former warriors and queens, now retired): purdy— plump tabby former loner with a

gray muzzle

graystripe— long-haired gray tom millie— striped silver tabby she-cat with blue

eyes

s h a d ow c l a n L E A D E R rowanstar— ginger tom D E P U T Y crowfrost— black-and-white tom M E D I C I N E C A T littlecloud — very small tabby tom W A R R I O R S tawnypelt— tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes apprentice, needlepaw tigerheart— dark brown tabby tom apprentice, sleekpaw stonetooth— white tom apprentice, juniperpaw spikefur— dark brown tom with tufty fur

on his head

apprentice, yarrowpaw wasptail— yellow tabby she-cat with green eyes apprentice, strikepaw dawnpelt— cream-furred she-cat apprentice, beepaw snowbird — sleek, lithe, well-muscled, pure white she-cat with green eyes scorchfur— dark gray tom with slashed

ears, one of which is torn

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berryheart— black-and-white she-cat cloverfoot— gray tabby she-cat rippletail— white tom sparrowtail— large tabby tom mistcloud — spiky-furred, pale gray she-cat

Q U E E N S grassheart— pale brown tabby she-cat pinenose— black she-cat (mother to

Birchkit, a beige tom-kit; Lionkit, a yellow she-kit with amber eyes; Puddlekit, a brown tom-kit with white splotches; and Slatekit, a sleek, gray tom-kit; fostering Violetkit, a blackand-white she-kit)

E L D E R S oakfur— small brown tom kinkfur— tabby she-cat, with long fur that

sticks out at all angles

ratscar— scarred tom

w indcl a n L E A D E R onestar— brown tabby tom D E P U T Y harespring— brown-and-white tom M E D I C I N E C A T kestrelflight— mottled gray tom with white splotches like kestrel feathers W A R R I O R S nightcloud — black she-cat gorsetail— very pale gray-and-white she-

cat with blue eyes

crowfeather— dark gray tom apprentice, fernpaw (gray tabby she-

cat)

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leaftail— dark tabby tom with amber eyes emberfoot— gray tom with two dark paws breezepelt— black tom with amber eyes furzepelt— gray-and-white she-cat apprentice, larkpaw (pale brown tabby

she-cat)

sedgewhisker— light brown tabby she-cat slightfoot— black tom with white flash on his chest oatclaw— pale brown tabby tom featherpelt— gray tabby she-cat hootwhisker— dark gray tom

Q U E E N S heathertail— light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Smokekit, a gray shekit, and Brindlekit, a mottled brown she-kit) E L D E R S whitetail— small white she-cat

r i v ercl a n L E A D E R mistystar— gray she-cat with blue eyes D E P U T Y reedwhisker— black tom M E D I C I N E C AT S mothwing— dappled golden she-cat willowshine— gray tabby she-cat

W A R R I O R S mintfur— light gray tabby tom duskfur— brown tabby she-cat apprentice, shadepaw (dark brown

she-cat)

minnowtail— dark gray she-cat

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mallownose— light brown tabby tom petalfur— gray-and-white she-cat beetlewhisker— brown-and-white tabby tom curlfeather— pale brown she-cat podlight— gray-and-white tom heronwing— dark gray-and-black tom shimmerpelt— silver she-cat lizardtail— light brown tom apprentice, foxpaw (russet tabby tom) havenpelt— black-and-white she-cat perchwing— gray-and-white she-cat sneezecloud — gray-and-white tom brackenpelt— tortoiseshell she-cat jayclaw— gray tom owlnose— brown tabby tom

Q U E E N S lakeheart— gray tabby she-cat (mother to Harekit, Dapplekit, Gorsekit, and Softkit) icewing— white she-cat with blue eyes

(mother to Nightkit and Breezekit)

E L D E R S mosspelt— tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

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SHADOWCLAN CAMP

SM A L L THUN D E R PA T

HALFBRIDGE

H GREENLEAF TWOLEGPLACE HALFBRIDGE

ISLAND

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RIVERCLAN CAMP

HORSEPLACE

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MOONPOOL ABANDONED TWOLEG NEST

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THUNDERCLAN

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LAKE

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WINDCLAN CAMP

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HAREVIEW CAMPSITE SANCTUARY COTTAGE

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ABANDONED WORKMANâ€™S HOUSE

CRYSTAL POOL

QUARRY

HARE HILL WOODS

DECIDUOUS WOODLAND

PINE FOREST

MARSH

SANCTUARY LAKE

HARE HILL

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Sun split the branches above Echosong’s head and sliced through the shadows dappling the forest floor. Echosong relished the rays as they warmed her back. She swished her tail happily as a soft, warm wind rustled the leaves. Overhead, birds chattered, and she licked her lips hungrily. She would hunt before the sun set. She paused. Before the sun sets? Hadn’t it set already today? And hadn’t rain been lashing the juniper bush where she’d made her solitary nest? Yes! She’d fallen asleep to its thrumming, wondering where her scattered Clanmates were sheltering as the storm swept the forest. This is a dream. Yet it felt too real to be a dream. A vision? Her heart lifted. It had been so long since she’d had a vision. She was beginning to think that StarClan had forgotten SkyClan, just like the other Clans had forgotten them countless moons ago. Ahead she heard fur brush the undergrowth. Paw steps were stalking toward her. Danger? Echosong froze, fear 1

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clutching her belly. No. She calmed herself. This is a vision. I’m safe here. And yet she didn’t move. Instead she waited, her paws pricking with expectation. A broad-shouldered tom slid from between the ferns and stopped a few tail-lengths ahead. Stars sparkled in his pelt, and his blue eyes shone like the sky. “Who are you?” Recognition itched in Echosong’s paws. His thick gray pelt was familiar, and he blinked at her softly, as though they were old friends. She’d seen him before in a vision! “Embrace what you find in the shadows, for only they can clear the sky,” the tom murmured. Her thoughts quickened. “What shadows? Who are they?” He gazed at her, not speaking. “And what does clear the sky mean?” Frustration tightened her chest. This cat had brought her a prophecy before: What remains when the fire has burned out? It had baffled her. Why couldn’t he ever say what he meant? “Just tell me.” Was he trying to give her a clue about what had happened to her Clan? The cats she’d known her whole life had scattered when the rogues had driven them from the gorge. She didn’t even know if any of them were still alive. The gray tom lifted his gaze and stared into the oak canopy. As he did, a sharp wind whisked through the branches. She followed his gaze. He was watching a flurry of leaves as they fluttered toward the ground. Dancing, the leaves twirled between them for a moment before drifting onto the forest floor.

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Echosong blinked at the leaves. They were not oak leaves. They were bigger and didn’t have softly curved edges. Each of them had five points, more like maple than oak. “Now you’re scattered like leaves, blown by the wind.” The tom’s mew broke into her thoughts. He reached out a paw and swept the fallen leaves, piling a small heap in front of him. Another five-pointed leaf was falling, larger than the rest. It fluttered toward him like a moth. Deftly he reached up and hooked it from the air. He laid it on top of the pile. “Look.” Echosong leaned forward, excitement tingling through her pelt. What did the leaves mean? Why were they maple and not oak? As she gazed at them, trying desperately to understand their meaning, she saw them fade. “No!” The vision was blurring. Darkness clouded her sight. It mustn’t disappear yet. She didn’t understand! “Tell me more!” Her own panicked mew woke her, and she lifted her head sharply. She blinked into darkness, disappointment swamping her. She was back in her makeshift nest, rain beating the juniper branches above her. Cold water dripped through the leaves and soaked into her pelt. Shivering, she closed her eyes and tried to remember every detail of the vision. Her heart pounded. What had StarClan been trying to tell her? I have to understand! If only she could figure it out, she might finally find her way home.

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Alderpaw’s gaze drifted toward the trailing brambles at the entrance of the medicine den. Outside, leaves would be drifting into the hollow. Leaf-fall had come so soon! Less than a moon ago he’d been trekking back from his quest beneath sunny blue skies. “Alderpaw!” Jayfeather’s sharp mew snapped him from his thoughts. He turned his attention back to the herbs piled in front of him. “You’re meant to be separating the yarrow from the coltsfoot.” Jayfeather glared at him with sightless blue eyes. “Sorry,” Alderpaw mumbled. Nothing he did seemed to please Jayfeather. Hurriedly he began to peel the wide, limp yarrow leaves away from the brittle coltsfoot. Beside him, Leafpool reached deeper into the crevice at the back of the cave. She hauled out another pawful of leaves. “I think that’s the last of them. Once we’ve sorted these, we can decide what we need to gather before leaf-bare.” “We’ll need catmint,” Jayfeather mewed. “If we’d gathered more last year, we might not have lost Spiderleg.” At the far side of the medicine den, Briarlight pushed 4

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herself upright in her nest. “I can help with the sorting.” “Thanks,” Jayfeather told her without turning. “But we have enough cats here already.” His ears twitched irritably as he added, “And kits.” Alderpaw glanced guiltily at Twigkit. The young cat was playing with a leaf just inside the entrance. She stood on her hind legs, reaching up to bat the leaf into the air, then ducked as it drifted down, to catch it on her back. As it landed between her shoulder blades, she gave a mrrow of delight. “I had to bring her with me,” Alderpaw explained. “She didn’t have anyone to play with.” “What about Lilyheart’s kits?” Jayfeather snapped. “They’re her nestmates, aren’t they?” Leafpool pushed a pile of thyme to one side. “Lilyheart’s kits are nearly five moons old,” she reminded Jayfeather gently. “They’re far too boisterous for Twigkit.” And they’re not interested in having a young kit tag along. Alderpaw was grateful that Lilyheart had agreed to raise Twigkit along with her own kits, Leafkit, Larkkit, and Honeykit, but he wished the older kits had more patience with their foster littermate. Still, he knew they would be apprentices soon; they were more interested in pretending to hunt and fight than in playing nursery games with Twigkit. If only her sister, Violetkit, had been allowed to stay with her in ThunderClan. Alderpaw remembered with a spark of disgust how callously the ShadowClan cats had carried Twigkit’s sister away from the Gathering. They hadn’t cared that they were separating orphaned littermates. All they cared

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about was that Needlepaw—a ShadowClan apprentice—had helped find them. And since the kits might be part of a prophecy sent from StarClan, Rowanstar was determined to claim one of them for his Clan. Anger surged through Alderpaw. It was my prophecy! I led the quest that found them. And yet that wasn’t why he resented losing Violetkit so much. He felt sorry for Twigkit. And for Violetkit. Was ShadowClan taking care of her? Did she have a foster mother as kind as Lilyheart? Memories of his own kithood with his sister, Sparkpaw, and his mother, Squirrelflight, warmed his heart. How would I have felt if I had been separated from them? Twigkit batted the leaf into the air once again, then leaped, her short fluffy tail whipping to balance her as she spun in the air. Nimbly she caught the leaf between her forepaws. “She’s agile.” Leafpool watched approvingly. “She should be playing outside,” Jayfeather huffed. “A medicine den is no place for kits.” “She could play with Briarlight,” Alderpaw suggested. Because of her crippled hind legs, it was important for Briarlight to keep her forelegs strong and active and her lungs clear. Chasing a leaf with Twigkit would be good exercise. Jayfeather frowned, but Leafpool spoke before he could object. “That’s a great idea, Alderpaw.” She called to Twigkit. “Would you like to play catch with Briarlight?” Twigkit blinked at Leafpool, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Can I?” “Of course,” Briarlight purred. “You can play with me anytime you like.”

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Jayfeather huffed and began untangling the pile of thyme. “Does this mean she’s going to be in here even more?” “Don’t be so grouchy,” Leafpool chided. “She’s not doing any harm.” “I guess I only trip over her three or four times a day,” Jayfeather snorted. Alderpaw’s pelt pricked with irritation. It was almost as though Jayfeather enjoyed being the grumpiest cat in the Clan. At least Twigkit didn’t seem to have heard him. She was happily crossing the den, hurrying toward Briarlight with her leaf. “Get on with your work!” Jayfeather’s ears twitched crossly. Not for the first time, Alderpaw wondered if the blind medicine cat could read his thoughts. Guiltily he turned his attention back to the yarrow and coltsfoot. The trailing brambles at the entrance rustled, distracting him again. Graystripe popped his head through and blinked at Jayfeather. “Jayfeather, Bramblestar wants to see you, Leafpool, and Alderpaw.” Alderpaw’s heart quickened. Why? He waited for Jayfeather to speak, but Graystripe went on. “Can I take some comfrey back to the elders’ den?” The gray elder glanced at the herb piles hopefully. Leafpool tipped her head. “Are your joints aching again?” “Not mine,” Graystripe huffed. “Millie’s.” “Should I come and check on her?” Leafpool was already rolling up a wad of leaves. “There’s no need. Unless you know a cure for aging.” Graystripe pushed his way into the den. “Besides, I don’t think you

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should keep Bramblestar waiting. Rowanstar’s with him.” Jayfeather pricked his ears. “Why didn’t you tell us?” “I just did.” As Graystripe grasped the comfrey between his jaws, Jayfeather brushed past him and headed for the entrance. Alderpaw glanced at Twigkit. Had something happened to Violetkit? Was that why the ShadowClan leader had come? “Stay here with Briarlight, okay?” She nodded. Alderpaw’s heart was racing. He nosed his way through the brambles after Jayfeather, the sharp sunshine stinging his eyes. Outside the nursery, Lilyheart stretched beside Daisy, soaking up the meager warmth. There was a chill in the air, but the cliff sheltered the camp from the blustery breeze that was stirring the branches at the top of the hollow. Leafkit, Larkkit, and Honeykit were nosing around the fallen beech, poking their noses through the gaps in the woven walls of the apprentices’ den. “There’s so much room inside!” Leafkit gasped. “I want a nest in the middle,” Larkkit mewed. “Sparkpaw’s and Alderpaw’s nests are there already,” Honeyk it sighed. “I can see them.” Leafpool’s mew distracted Alderpaw from their chatter. “I hope the patrols come back soon,” she mewed. “The fresh-kill pile is empty.” Alderpaw glanced at the bare patch of earth. Brightheart,

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Whitewing, and Cloudtail paced beside it. Hadn’t they brought prey back from their patrol? Perhaps they’d met Rowanstar before they had a chance to hunt. They gazed through narrowed eyes at the muscular ginger tom as he stood beside Bramblestar on the Highledge. Jayfeather was already beside him, fur pricking along his spine. Alderpaw followed Leafpool up the tumble of rocks and stopped. Bramblestar’s expression was grave. “Littlecloud is dying.” He dipped his head to Leafpool. The two medicine cats had known each other a long time. Leafpool’s eyes darkened. “Is he suffering?” “Dawnpelt is with him now,” Rowanstar told her. “She’s giving him poppy seeds to ease his pain, but she doesn’t know what else to do.” Leafpool flicked her tail. “If only you’d chosen a medicinecat apprentice moons ago,” she fretted. “Littlecloud would have someone to care for him properly.” “And ShadowClan wouldn’t be left without a medicine cat,” Jayfeather growled. Rowanstar’s pelt ruffled. “I didn’t come here to be lectured!” Bramblestar stepped forward. “He came here for our help, Jayfeather,” he said in a warning tone. Alderpaw watched his father, impressed by his authority. Bramblestar clearly understood that it would do no good to

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rub mouse bile into ShadowClan’s wound. A gentler approach was needed. Alderpaw stepped forward hesitantly. “Can I help?” he asked softly. Jayfeather flicked him away with his tail. “You’re not borrowing our apprentice,” he told Rowanstar tetchily. Alderpaw bristled. Why not? You’re always complaining I get under your paws. Rowanstar scowled. “I don’t want an apprentice. Littlecloud needs proper care.” Alderpaw twitched his tail indignantly. “I’ll go,” Leafpool offered. “Thank you.” Rowanstar leaned forward. “Grassheart’s kits are due any day. Tawnypelt, Snowbird, and Dawnpelt will be able to help at her kitting, but it’s Grassheart’s first litter, and I’d prefer to have a medicine cat close by to help if there are problems.” Alderpaw shifted his paws. It sounded strange to hear the ShadowClan leader talk with such concern about his Clanmates. After Rowanstar had snatched Violetkit from the Gathering, Alderpaw had decided the ginger tom must have no heart. Hope flickered through his fur. Had he been wrong? Perhaps Violetkit was as safe and loved in ShadowClan as Twigkit was in ThunderClan. “I’ll fetch herbs and come as soon as I can.” Leafpool turned toward the rock tumble. She paused at the top and called over her shoulder, “Alderpaw, travel with me. I’ll need help carrying the herbs.” “To ShadowClan’s camp?” Alderpaw blinked in surprise.

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“Of course!” Leafpool whisked her tail. Jayfeather’s pelt twitched. “Are you going to leave me to take care of the whole Clan myself?” he asked crossly. Leafpool glanced at him, amused. “I’m sure you can handle it. But don’t worry. I’ll send Alderpaw straight home.” Jayfeather nosed his way past Alderpaw and followed Leafpool down the rocks. “I’d better help you choose the herbs. I don’t want you leaving me with nothing but a pile of stale tansy.” Alderpaw began to follow, but he felt Bramblestar’s tail flick against his spine. “Wait.” Alderpaw glanced back in surprise as Bramblestar dipped his head to Rowanstar. “You should leave now. Your Clan must need you at this time. Leafpool will travel to your camp as soon as she can.” Rowanstar nodded. “Thank you for your help,” he meowed formally. Alderpaw wondered what it had cost him to come to ThunderClan for assistance. ShadowClan cats were not known for swallowing their pride. Chin high, Rowanstar padded past Alderpaw and leaped down the tumble of rocks. He crossed the clearing, avoiding the curious gazes of Whitewing, Brightheart, and Cloudtail, and disappeared through the thorn tunnel. Alderpaw faced Bramblestar expectantly. Why had he asked him to wait? Did he have news of Violetkit after all? “I’m sending a patrol.” Bramblestar’s mew was soft, his gaze flicking past Alderpaw as though checking for twitching ears among the cats in the clearing below. But Whitewing and

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Brightheart were talking to each other, heads close. Cloudtail had followed Rowanstar out of camp, and Lilyheart and Daisy were dozing while the kits clambered along the fallen beech. Bramblestar went on: “To search for SkyClan.” Alderpaw’s heart leaped. Thank StarClan! His quest to find SkyClan had failed. Vicious rogues had driven the long-lost Clan from their home in the gorge. He’d found one SkyClan survivor, but Darktail, the rogues’ leader, had killed him, and there was no sign of his Clanmates. StarClan’s prophecy had been hard to understand from the beginning: Embrace what you find in the shadows, for only they can clear the sky. But it had led to the quest: Bramblestar and Sandstorm had been convinced that they must find SkyClan. Instead Alderpaw and Needlepaw had found Twigkit and Violetkit, abandoned in a shadowy tunnel. Everyone believed now that the two motherless kits would “clear the sky,” but Alderpaw couldn’t help wondering if they needed to find SkyClan after all. He wanted to finish the quest he had started. “Can I go?” “I’m sending Squirrelflight, Lionblaze, and Cinderheart,” Bramblestar told him. “We need you here.” “But they don’t even know SkyClan exists,” Alderpaw pointed out. Only Firestar and Sandstorm had known the truth. Ashamed that the Clans had driven SkyClan from the forest long ago, Firestar had shared the secret only with the cat he had trusted most. But Sandstorm had told Bramblestar, and now Alderpaw, Sparkpaw, Cherryfall, and Molewhisker knew

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too. Surely Firestar wouldn’t want the secret spread any further? “I told them,” Bramblestar confided. “They couldn’t search for a Clan they’d never heard of. But they’re under strict orders to keep it to themselves. As far as the rest of the Clan will know, they are going to search for Twigkit’s mother.” Alderpaw tensed. “Then Twigkit mustn’t hear about it. I don’t want her getting her hopes up.” When he’d found Twigkit and Violetkit, they were only a few days old. No queen would abandon kits so young and helpless unless she had no choice, or was dead. Bramblestar shifted his paws. “The Clan will be as worried as you about getting Twigkit’s hopes up unnecessarily. No cat will want to tell her anything. All Twigkit will know is that a patrol is out . . . patrolling.” Alderpaw glanced at the top of the hollow, remembering the long journey to the gorge. “Do you think they’ll find SkyClan?” “Only StarClan knows.” Bramblestar blinked at Alderpaw. “You’d better get back to your duties. It looks like some cat is waiting for you.” Alderpaw glanced over his shoulder, following Bramblestar’s gaze. He expected to see Jayfeather beckoning him impatiently. Instead he saw Twigkit, shifting her paws impatiently at the edge of the clearing, her eyes fixed on him. How long had she been there? Had she overheard their conversation?

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As Bramblestar turned toward his den, Alderpaw scrambled down the tumble of rocks. Twigkit scampered across the clearing to meet him. “Leafpool says you’re going to ShadowClan.” Her eyes were bright with excitement. “Can I come?” Alderpaw blinked at her, wishing she could. She hadn’t seen her sister since they’d been separated, half a moon ago. He wondered for a moment whether to ask Leafpool or Bramblestar for permission. Then he imagined Jayfeather scowling. Take a kit to treat a dying cat? What nonsense! He would never allow it. “Can I?” Twigkit asked again, lifting her front paws hopefully. “No,” Alderpaw told her regretfully. “You’re too young to leave camp.” Sadness glistened in Twigkit’s green eyes. “I’m sorry—” Alderpaw began. But before he could finish, Twigkit hared toward the nursery. “Wait there!” she called to him. “I won’t be long!” He watched her go, wondering what she was up to. Beside the honeysuckle wall of the elders’ den, in a dip that caught the morning sun, Graystripe was washing comfrey pulp into Millie’s fur. Millie’s eyes were half-closed, pleasure showing in the slits as he worked the herb into her spine. Alderpaw dipped his head as he caught Graystripe’s eye. Graystripe lifted his muzzle, green pulp staining his jaws. “Let me know if you need help gathering more comfrey before the frosts come,” he meowed. “I may not be fast enough for

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mice these days, but I can stalk herbs.” Millie purred. “You can hunt mice as well as any warrior,” she told him. “Why bother,” Graystripe asked, “when I can let the youngsters catch them for me?” Twigkit squeezed out of the narrow entrance of the bramble nursery. Alderpaw could see that she was carrying a red feather between her jaws. She trotted toward him and laid it carefully at his paws. “Will you give this to Violetkit?” “A feather?” Alderpaw looked at it, a pang in his heart. It seemed a small offering, but Twigkit was staring at it excitedly. “Violetkit found one before they took her away,” she told Alderpaw. “She kept it in our nest because she thought it was so pretty. This isn’t the same one. Lilyheart threw the other one away when she was clearing out the old bedding. But I found this one at the edge of the camp the other day, and I knew Violetkit would like it.” She stared at Alderpaw eagerly. “You’ll take it to her, won’t you? And tell her it’s from me?” Guilt prickled through Alderpaw’s pelt. If it weren’t for the prophecy StarClan had shared with him, the Clans wouldn’t have squabbled over the kits. They’d still be together, not in different Clans. They could play together instead of sending feathers by messenger. At least they’re alive. Alderpaw shook out his pelt. If it weren’t for the prophecy, he and Needlepaw might never have found them, and they’d have died, alone in the wild.

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He licked Twigkit fondly on the head. “Of course I’ll give it to her. And I’ll tell her that you’re thinking of her.” As Twigkit nuzzled his cheek, purring, he picked up the feather and headed toward the medicine den. ShadowClan scent, tinged with the sharp smell of pinesap, filled Alderpaw’s nose. The bundle of herbs between his jaws was making his tongue tingle. A ShadowClan patrol, led by Tawnypelt, met them as he and Leafpool crossed the border. Alderpaw recognized his father’s coloring among the splotches in the tortoiseshell’s mottled pelt. She was Bramblestar’s sister, and for the first time Alderpaw realized how strange it felt to have kin in another Clan. He thought of Twigkit. How much stranger it must feel when that kin was a littermate. Tawnypelt greeted them warmly. “Thank you for coming,” she meowed, signaling with her tail to a white tom at her side. “Help carry their herbs, Stonewing.” Leafpool laid down the parcel of herbs she had been carrying and let him take it. “Thank you.” Alderpaw recognized Sleekpaw standing beside them. He remembered the feisty she-cat from his first Gathering. Twigkit’s feather was tickling his nose, sticking out from the wad of rolled leaves he was carrying between his jaws, and he looked hopefully at the yellow apprentice, wondering if she might offer to help carry his bundle. Sleekpaw glanced at him haughtily and headed away between the pines.

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Alderpaw sneezed. “Let me help.” Tawnypelt took the leaves from him gently, tugging them with her teeth. The feather fluttered to the ground, and Alderpaw snatched it up quickly. Tawnypelt and Stonewing followed Sleekpaw between the trunks. Alderpaw hesitated, glancing at the straight, evenly spaced pines. This was the first time he’d been in ShadowClan territory, and he was surprised how different it was from ThunderClan’s forest, where twisting trunks and low branches covered dips and rises, their leaves already browning and falling. In ShadowClan, the forest floor was smooth, dotted here and there with brambles and rutted occasionally with ditches, and there seemed to be no leaf-fall at all. Pines stretched into the distance, their thick canopy blocking out the sun. Countless moons’ worth of fallen needles made the ground feel springy beneath his paws. Leafpool nudged him. “Stop staring and keep up,” she whispered. “I don’t want you getting lost.” Alderpaw hurried forward, following Stonewing as he leaped over a fallen tree. He scrambled over the rough bark, landing clumsily as Leafpool dropped lightly beside him. “I don’t see why we need to ask ThunderClan for help,” Sleekpaw meowed loudly. Tawnypelt flicked her tail but didn’t reply. Stonewing continued walking. Alderpaw guessed that the herb parcels between their jaws were keeping them silent. But he wondered if they felt the same way about leading ThunderClan cats to their camp.

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Leafpool sniffed. “Someone needs to take care of Littlecloud.” “I don’t see why,” Sleekpaw retorted. “It’s not like you can cure him. He’s so old he should have joined StarClan moons ago.” Tawnypelt halted with a growl and dropped her herb parcel. “Carry this, Sleekpaw,” she mewed sharply. “It’ll help you hold your tongue.” Sleekpaw glowered at the ShadowClan deputy, but she took the parcel and, lifting her tail, marched on through the woods. Tawnypelt looked apologetically at Leafpool. “Young cats don’t seem to have any respect these days.” Young ShadowClan cats, Alderpaw thought crossly. He resented being lumped in with arrogant furballs like Sleekpaw. He remembered being shocked by how she and Needlepaw had mocked their elders at the Gathering. Perhaps that was just the way ShadowClan cats were. Needlepaw had always enjoyed breaking rules. That was why she’d left her Clan to follow him on his quest. Needlepaw. Thinking about the young she-cat made his fur tingle. He couldn’t help admiring her carefree self-assurance. Would he see her in camp? His belly tightened. He’d been sure that they had become friends on the quest, but she’d been pretty hostile at the last Gathering. What if she was as unfriendly as Sleekpaw now? He realized the others were pulling ahead, and he broke into a run, catching up as they neared a towering wall of bramble. Tawnypelt was already disappearing through a tunnel,

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Stonewing at her heels. Sleekpaw pushed past Leafpool and ducked in next. Alderpaw followed Leafpool, unnerved by the heavy stench of ShadowClan. The tunnel opened onto a clearing surrounded by thick bramble. Low branches hung over the camp, and a large rock stood at one end. He scanned the camp, wondering where the medicine den was and hoping to see Needlepaw or Violetkit. He spotted neither, but warriors moved around the edges, where scrubby grass sprouted beneath the trailing brambles. They watched him, their eyes sharp with distrust. Only one cat hurried forward to greet them. The cream-furred she-cat looked pleased to see them. “Thank StarClan you’re here,” she meowed with relief. “Dawnpelt.” Leafpool met her gaze. “How’s Littlecloud?” “He’s in pain, and I’ve run out of poppy seeds,” the she-cat told her. “Don’t worry,” Leafpool told her. “We’ve brought plenty of herbs. I will ease his suffering the best I can.” “This way.” Dawnpelt headed toward an opening in the brambles. Stonewing reached it first and dropped his bundle of herbs at the entrance. Sleekpaw spat hers out with a snort. “These taste foul.” Leafpool nudged her away and sniffed at the herbs, as though making sure none had been damaged. “It doesn’t matter what they taste like; it’s what they do that counts.” “Leafpool!” A deep mew called across the clearing. Alderpaw turned to see Crowfrost hurrying toward them, his black-and-white pelt rippling in the breeze.

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Rowanstar followed more slowly, his eyes dark with worry. “We need to talk to you.” Leafpool dipped her head respectfully to the ShadowClan leader and his deputy. “I must check on Littlecloud first.” The ShadowClan leader halted. “Of course.” He sat down and curled his tail over his paws. “We will be waiting when you’re done.” Leafpool nodded to Alderpaw. “Come with me.” She picked up an herb bundle and disappeared inside. Relieved to escape the stares of ShadowClan, Alderpaw followed her into the den, wrinkling his nose as the stench of sickness rolled over him. Leafpool crouched beside Littlecloud. Alderpaw stared at the sick medicine cat, shock pricking his paws. Littlecloud’s fur was matted, and he looked so small, curled in a nest that looked as though the bedding hadn’t been changed in a moon. His nose was pale and dry, his eyes halfclosed and cloudy. He wheezed with every breath. Carefully Alderpaw laid the feather he’d been carrying on the needle-strewn floor of the den. As he did so, Dawnpelt padded in, her eyes shimmering with worry. “Who’s been looking after him?” Leafpool turned on her. “His nest is filthy, and he needs water.” Dawnpelt flinched. “I’ve been doing my best.” “Couldn’t you have sent an apprentice for clean bedding or wet moss?” Leafpool demanded. Dawnpelt dropped her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

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Alderpaw felt a wave of sympathy for the she-cat. She looked weary and anxious. He wouldn’t have liked to have to ask an apprentice like Sleekpaw to help with mundane duties like moss gathering. Leafpool’s gaze softened. “I’m sure you’ve done your best. But we need to get him more comfortable.” “Should I fetch moss now?” Dawnpelt offered. “Not yet.” Leafpool straightened. “I need to speak with Rowanstar and Crowfrost, then check on Grassheart.” She looked worried, as though she feared the queen might be as poorly cared for as Littlecloud. “Stay here until I get back.” Deftly she unwrapped the bundle of herbs and pulled out a few stalks of tansy. “Chew this into a pulp and try to get Littlecloud to swallow it. It should ease his breathing.” She shoved the tansy toward Dawnpelt, then hurried out of the den. Alderpaw paused, uncertain what to do. “Alderpaw!” Leafpool’s call made him jump. He hurried after her, catching up as she reached Rowanstar and Crowfrost. He tried to ignore the gazes of the other ShadowClan cats, who were still watching from the edge of the clearing. Tawnypelt stood, looking anxious, beside Stonewing. A dark gray warrior with a torn ear was whispering to a lithe white she-cat. Two young toms were crouching beside the fresh-kill pile, a half-eaten thrush lying between them. “Make it quick.” Leafpool’s mew was brisk as she addressed the ShadowClan leader. Alderpaw’s ears twitched hotly. Were medicine cats allowed to speak to Clan leaders that way?

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Rowanstar seemed unruffled. His solemn gaze rested on Leafpool. “I have something important to ask you.” “Then ask,” Leafpool told him. “I need to check on Grassheart.” Rowanstar exchanged glances with Crowfrost before speaking. “We were hoping you would agree to stay with us for a while.” “I’ll stay for as long as Littlecloud and Grassheart need me.” Rowanstar leaned closer. “We were hoping you’d stay long enough to train our apprentice medicine cat.” “You have an apprentice?” Leafpool’s ears pricked with surprise. “About time! Where is he? Or have you chosen a shecat this time?” She scanned the camp eagerly. “Puddlekit’s a tom, and he hasn’t been apprenticed yet,” Crowfrost explained. “Puddlekit!” Leafpool stared at the deputy in disbelief. “You want to put a kit in charge of your Clan’s medicine den?” “Puddlekit is six moons and will be made an apprentice any day now, along with his littermates,” Rowanstar told her sharply. “Did Littlecloud choose him?” Leafpool asked. “No.” Rowanstar shifted his paws. “Then you’ve had a sign from StarClan?” Leafpool pressed. “Or has Puddlekit had a vision?” Crowfrost’s fur rippled along his spine. “We don’t know.” “You don’t know?” Leafpool’s eyes widened. “Does this kit have any connection with StarClan at all?”

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Rowanstar lifted his chin, his gaze hardening. “ShadowClan must have a medicine cat. We have decided Puddlekit will be the one. I am asking if you would be willing to train him.” Alderpaw stared at Leafpool. He understood her shock. It seemed like madness to choose a random kit to take care of a whole Clan. Would she agree to help? Leafpool closed her eyes for a moment as though gathering her thoughts. “I suppose a starving cat can’t choose its prey,” she growled. “How long would you need me to stay?” Crowfrost answered. “We thought a couple of moons would be enough.” “You think it’s that easy?” Leafpool stared at him. In ThunderClan, medicine cats stayed apprentices for many more moons than warriors. “I’m not training him to stalk birds. There’s a lot to learn. And even then a medicine cat needs experience—more experience than you can get in a couple of moons.” Rowanstar held her gaze. “As you said, a starving cat can’t choose its prey.” Leafpool glanced up to the canopy, as though trying to glimpse Silverpelt sparkling above. “StarClan help you.” With a sigh, she faced Rowanstar. “Very well. I will stay and help for a couple of moons. But I can’t promise it will be enough.” “It will be plenty,” Rowanstar growled softly. “Puddlekit is a ShadowClan cat. He will learn quickly and perform his duties well.”

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Leafpool stared at him. Alderpaw could sense the tension between them and wondered how Leafpool would react. “Alderpaw.” Leafpool looked at him. “While I check on Grassheart, find some moss and soak it in water. Littlecloud will be thirsty.” She glanced at Rowanstar. “Is there an apprentice who can help?” Rowanstar turned his head, scanning the shadows beneath the bramble wall. “Needlepaw!” Alderpaw’s heart quickened. Two bright green eyes flashed beneath the trailing branches. Slowly a sleek, silver she-cat with white chest fur slid out. Alderpaw straightened, forcing his ruffled fur to smooth along his spine. Needlepaw caught his eye and nodded a curt greeting before padding toward her leader. “What do you want?” “Go with this ThunderClan apprentice and gather wet moss for Littlecloud to drink from,” Rowanstar told her. Needlepaw glanced toward the medicine den. “Wouldn’t it be easier to carry Littlecloud to a ditch and let him drink there? He weighs hardly more than a mouse.” Rowanstar showed his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger. “Do as I tell you.” Tawnypelt hurried toward them. “Are you being insolent again, Needlepaw?” She glared crossly at her apprentice. Needlepaw’s eyes rounded innocently. “I was just making a suggestion.” Leafpool shook out her fur and headed across the clearing. “I assume the nursery is still where it’s always been?” “Yes.” Tawnypelt followed her. “Grassheart is resting. But

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she’s eating well and hasn’t complained of any pain.” “Good.” As the two she-cats walked away, Alderpaw glanced at Needlepaw. “Where’s the best place to collect moss?” “The whole forest is practically one big moss garden.” Needlepaw sighed and padded toward the camp entrance. “Hi, by the way.” “H-hi.” Alderpaw followed, his pelt hot. Is she pleased to see me? She was acting so casual it was hard to tell. He searched for something interesting to say, but Needlepaw beat him to it. “Every cat around here is really impressed with me,” she told him. Her voice echoed around the trees as they emerged from the bramble tunnel. “I brought back a special kit for the Clan. Now we’re part of the prophecy too.” Alderpaw ignored her boasting. “How is Violetkit? Is she okay? Has she settled in?” “How should I know?” Needlepaw mewed. “She’s in the nursery most of the time with Pinenose and her kits.” Anxiety prickled in Alderpaw’s belly. “But she comes out to play, right?” “Of course she comes out to play.” Needlepaw stopped at a large pine and began scraping moss from between the roots. “She’s a kit. What else do kits do?” “Do you play with her?” Alderpaw thought of the games he played with Twigkit: moss-ball, cat and mouse, hunt the acorn . . . “She’s a kit.” Needlepaw pulled off a long strip of moss and flung it toward Alderpaw. “I don’t play kit games.”

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“But you helped find her,” Alderpaw reminded her. “Doesn’t that make her special to you?” Needlepaw glanced at him. “Do you play with Twigkit?” “When I’m not busy with my apprentice duties,” Alderpaw told her. Needlepaw sat back and looked at the pile of moss she’d collected. “I’m training to be a warrior, not a medicine cat. It takes up all my time. Are you going to help with the moss or what?” “I think you’ve gathered enough,” Alderpaw told her. “We just need to soak it in water now.” “There’s a pool over there.” Needlepaw nodded past the camp wall. “Follow me.” As she marched away, Alderpaw grabbed the moss between his jaws and followed. When they reached a small pool filled with rainwater, he dunked the moss. The cold made his nose ache. As he lifted it out, water dripped onto his chest. Needlepaw stared at him, her bold green eyes sparkling with amusement. “You look like an otter.” Alderpaw’s fur ruffled along his spine. He turned, selfconscious, and headed toward the camp entrance. As he carried the sodden moss into the medicine den, Dawnpelt stood to greet him. Her jaws were green with tansy pulp; Alderpaw could smell the sharp tang of it even over the musty scent of the dripping moss. Needlepaw padded in and stopped beside the entrance, looking curiously at the sick medicine cat. “He looks so small,” she commented.

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“His fur needs washing.” Alderpaw piled the moss beside Littlecloud’s nest and lifted a clump of it to the sick tom’s mouth. Littlecloud’s nose twitched, but he didn’t open his eyes. Turning his head, he lapped helplessly at the moss. Alderpaw pressed the soaked leaves closer so that the moisture ran into his mouth. Littlecloud swallowed with a gasp. Alderpaw turned to Dawnpelt. “You need to make sure he has water all the time.” Dawnpelt nodded, looking guilty. “Okay.” As she spoke, Leafpool padded into the den. “Grassheart seems well. She’s close to kitting.” She stopped beside Alderpaw and pressed her ear to Littlecloud’s chest. “The tansy has eased his breathing,” she commented. “I’ll mix some herbs that will help his fever.” “Can I help?” Alderpaw reached for the herb pile. “You can fetch clean bedding with Needlepaw,” Leafpool told him. Alderpaw felt a stab of disappointment. He wanted to show Needlepaw how much he’d learned about being a medicine cat. But he didn’t argue. He should be focusing on helping Littlecloud, not showing off to Needlepaw. Nodding, he headed for the entrance. “Do you know where there’s any dry bracken?” he asked as he brushed past her. She followed him out of the den, ignoring his question. “Don’t you get bored of being bossed around?” “I want to help my Clanmates.”

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“Littlecloud isn’t your Clanmate; he’s mine.” Alderpaw stopped and faced her. “Don’t you want to help him?” Needlepaw shrugged. “I guess, but I thought that was why Leafpool came here.” “She can’t do everything by herself,” Alderpaw meowed, feeling a prickle of irritation. Needlepaw gazed at him for a moment, then flicked her tail. “Do you want to see Violetkit?” Alderpaw’s heart lifted. “Yes, please!” “She’s in the nursery.” Needlepaw’s mew was suddenly bright. “Come on—I’ll take you there.” “Wait!” Alderpaw suddenly remembered Twigkit’s feather. He turned back toward the medicine den and darted inside, snatching it from the ground and speeding out again before Leafpool could speak. He raced back to Needlepaw, the feather fluttering against his nose. Needlepaw purred and headed across the clearing. “This way.” As she reached a bulge in the bramble wall, she ducked. Alderpaw watched Needlepaw squeeze through a narrow entrance among the prickles. He climbed after her, ignoring the thorns scraping his pelt. Inside, he was surprised to see the entrance open into a warm, spacious den. A black she-cat lay in one nest, a pale brown tabby in another. The pale tabby was round with unborn kits. Alderpaw dropped his feather and stared at her. “Grassheart?” He’d never seen such a pregnant cat. He was

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amazed at her size and wondered how big her litter would be. Grassheart lifted her head wearily. “Who are you?” The black she-cat hissed, “Yes! Who are you?” “It’s okay,” Needlepaw soothed. “He’s a medicine cat. He came with Leafpool.” Alderpaw felt hot with embarrassment. “I’m just an apprentice,” he corrected. “I was hoping to see Violetkit.” He gazed hopefully at the black queen, guessing that she must be the cat who was nursing Violetkit. “Oh, her.” Pinenose sighed and relaxed back into her nest. “She’s a funny little thing. I keep trying to persuade her to go out and play with my kits, but she insists on staying indoors and amusing herself.” Alderpaw followed Pinenose’s exasperated gaze and saw a small black-and-white kit sitting on her haunches at the edge of the den, pawing at a tendril sticking out from the wall. “Violetkit?” he called softly. Would she remember him? She’d been so young when Rowanstar had taken her away. She turned her head and blinked at him, her eyes showing no emotion. Alderpaw’s heart tightened. She looked even lonelier than Twigkit, playing by herself. “It’s me, Alderpaw. I’ve brought you a present from your sister.” “My sister?” Violetkit blinked at him, confused. “You mean Lionkit?” “Lionkit’s not your sister,” Pinenose corrected.

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“It’s from Twigkit.” Alderpaw pushed the feather slowly toward her. Violetkit stared at it, her fluffy pelt spiking. “It’s a feather,” she mewed slowly. “Yes.” Alderpaw nudged it closer. “A red one, like the one you used to play with when you shared a nest with her.” Violetkit’s eyes suddenly lit up. “I remember!” She pricked her ears and bounded forward. “Is it the same one?” Alderpaw shook his head, then softened the story a bit for the young kit. “The old one got dirty, so Twigkit found you a new one.” “Especially for me?” The kit’s mew cracked before she broke into a loud purr. She pounced on the feather, trapping the quill between her paws and washing the fluffy tendrils until they were limp and soggy. “I love it!” Violetkit lifted her face and stared at Alderpaw. “Tell Twigkit I love it!” She sat up suddenly. “How is Twigkit? What’s she like? Has she got a feather too? Is her tail fluffy yet? She always wanted the fluffiest tail. Has she tasted vole yet? I want to taste vole but Pinenose says I’m not ready.” Her words tumbled out excitedly, leaving Alderpaw breathless. Which question should he answer first? Suddenly he thought of Sparkpaw. She’d been a lively kit too. His heart ached to imagine how he could have grown up without her endless questions and ideas for new games. “Twigkit’s tail is getting fluffier every day, and she tasted her first vole two sunrises ago. She helps me out in the medicine den a lot and—”

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“Is she going to be a medicine cat?” Violetkit asked excitedly. Alderpaw purred. “I don’t know.” “Violetkit,” Pinenose called to her. “It’s time for your nap.” “But I’m not tired,” Violetkit glared at the black she-cat. “Yes, but Grassheart is,” Pinenose answered. “And she doesn’t want to listen to your chatter.” Alderpaw swallowed back frustration. Violetkit was so young. Surely the queens could be kinder to her? “Perhaps she could play with her feather.” Pinenose crossed her paws irritably. “It’s time for her nap,” she insisted. Alderpaw could see that it was pointless arguing with the queen. He looked sadly at Violetkit. “You’d better rest,” he murmured. He glanced at Pinenose. The ShadowClan queen was scowling at him. “Besides, I have to go home.” “Already?” Disappointment sparked in Violetkit’s wide amber eyes. “My Clanmates will be expecting me.” Violetkit stared at him hopefully. “Will you come and visit again soon?” Pity welled in Alderpaw’s throat. She should be in ThunderClan, playing with her sister. Not here, in this unfriendly den. He longed to help her. “I’ll try.” Violetkit gazed at him bleakly, as though she didn’t believe he meant it. “I’d better go for my nap.” Tail drooping, she turned and climbed into the nest to settle in beside Pinenose. Alderpaw lifted the feather between his teeth and set it

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down beside her. “Sleep well, Violetkit. I’ll tell Twigkit all about you.” “Tell her I’m going to be the best warrior ever!” “I will.” Regret filled Alderpaw’s belly. Trying not to show it, he headed for the entrance. “We’d better go find some bedding for Littlecloud,” he told Needlepaw. “I guess.” Needlepaw squeezed out after him. “I never realized Violetkit was so talkative.” “Perhaps you should try spending more time with her.” After all, you did find and name her. Alderpaw padded across the camp. “Maybe.” Needlepaw sounded thoughtful. “It could be cool to have a kit following me around.” Alderpaw hardly heard her. He was lost in his own thoughts. Violetkit seemed so lonely. If only there were something he could do to help her. He pricked his ears as a thought struck him. At the camp entrance, he halted and stared at Needlepaw. “I have an idea.” Needlepaw met his gaze eagerly. “What?” Alderpaw lowered his voice. “Why don’t we let the kits meet?” “You mean Violetkit and Twigkit?” Needlepaw look puzzled. “But how?” “We can decide on a meeting place, then sneak them out one night and take them there.” “You mean in secret?” Needlepaw’s eyes shone. “While everyone’s sleeping?” Alderpaw nodded, ignoring the guilt worming through his belly. Surely Violetkit’s happiness was more important than

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Clan rules? Besides, Alderpaw couldn’t help feeling that the Clans should never have separated the kits. He pushed away the thought that this would also be a chance to see Needlepaw again. This wasn’t for him. It was for the kits. Needlepaw was pacing. “There’s a great spot near the border. I can show you while we’re collecting bracken. It’ll be perfect. No one would ever know but us.” She flicked an ear toward her unseeing Clanmates, pleasure warming her gaze. Then she turned back to Alderpaw. “Don’t you just love secrets?”

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Violetkit shifted and snuggled closer to Pinenose, but she couldn’t get comfortable. Ratscar’s words ran around in her head. But she’s not really one of us, is she? It was late and the Clan was sleeping now, except for the cats sitting vigil beside Littlecloud’s body. He had died as the sun had set, two days after Leafpool had arrived. The ThunderClan medicine cat had been at his side, and the Clan had crouched at the edges of the clearing, avoiding one another’s eyes as they listened to the weakening moans of their medicine cat. I should be sad that Littlecloud is dead. She knew that she was supposed to be sad, but she’d hardly met Littlecloud. He’d checked her over when she’d first arrived in the Clan, but he’d already been sickly-looking then, and she had shuddered at his sour breath. Besides, Ratscar’s words were still gnawing at Violetkit too sharply to allow her to concentrate on Littlecloud. She’s not really one of us, is she? She’d heard the skinny, dark brown elder’s meow as she passed the elders’ den that morning. He was talking about me. 34

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Kinkfur had protested. “She must be one of us. StarClan sent Needlepaw to find her.” Violetkit had paused, pricking her ears, hoping Oakfur would agree with the old she-cat. But he had remained silent, and his silence had jabbed Violetkit’s heart like a thorn. “Pinenose?” She pressed Pinenose’s belly with her paw. The queen’s older kits had moved into their own nests in the nursery, arguing that they were nearly apprentices and far too old to share their mother’s nest. Grassheart was asleep, her round belly moving in the dappled moonlight. From time to time she moaned, as though bad dreams kept waking her. Pinenose was snoring softly. “Pinenose!” She poked the queen again. “What is it?” Pinenose snorted as she woke. She looked blearily at Violetkit. “Are you ill?” “No.” Violetkit blinked at the queen through the darkness, wondering suddenly if she’d ever seen her real mother’s face. She couldn’t remember it. “I need to ask you something.” Pinenose yawned. “Can’t it wait until morning?” No. “Do I really belong in ShadowClan?” “Of course you do, dear.” Pinenose shifted, pushing Violetkit closer to the edge of the nest. “You wouldn’t rather be with ThunderClan, would you? They’re such a bunch of know-italls.” “But I heard Ratscar say—” Pinenose interrupted her. “Don’t listen to Clan gossip. Especially not gossip you hear in the elders’ den. Those cats have nothing to do but talk.”

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Violetkit longed for Pinenose to pull her closer as Lilyheart used to do and lap her head until she felt calmer. But Pinenose rolled over with a grunt and, within moments, was snoring again. Violetkit hung her chin over the edge of the nest, feeling Pinenose’s flank fall and rise against hers. Across the nursery, Grassheart was still fidgeting and moaning. Birchkit was curled into a tight bundle, his muzzle buried under his paw. His limbs were quivering, as though he was dreaming of hunting. Puddlekit’s head lolled; his mouth was open slightly. Slatekit stirred, but the gray tomkit didn’t wake. Violetkit wondered if they thought she didn’t belong, too. Perhaps every cat in ShadowClan thought she shouldn’t be here. Then why did Rowanstar take me? She tried not to remember the night of the Gathering when, without warning, the ShadowClan leader had plucked her by her scruff and carried her away from Twigkit. It had felt like an awful dream, but it hadn’t been; the next morning she’d woken up here and not in Lilyheart’s nest. Suddenly she remembered her feather. She dug into the moss and pulled it out from where she’d hidden it for safekeeping. She buried her nose in its soft fringes and shut her eyes. Was that Twigkit’s scent she could smell? She breathed in deeply, feeling herself relax. Tiredness began to seep into her pelt. Imagining Twigkit beside her, Violetkit let herself drift into sleep. “Puddlekit!” Pinenose’s alarmed mew woke her. “Go and fetch Leafpool! Grassheart is kitting!”

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Violetkit blinked open her eyes, her heart pounding. Pinenose was crouching beside Grassheart, who was writhing in her nest. The pale tabby’s breath was fast and hard, a growl deep in her throat. Puddlekit darted from the den. “We’ll go with him.” Birchkit leaped from his nest, Lionkit at his heels. They disappeared through the entrance. Violetkit blinked at Pinenose and Grassheart. What should I do? Grassheart’s growl turned into a wail. Trembling, Violetkit squashed herself deeper into her nest, flattening her ears. A moment later, Leafpool burst into the den. In the moonlight filtering through the bramble walls, Violetkit watched her run a paw over Grassheart’s heaving belly. “Everything’s just as it should be,” the ThunderClan medicine cat meowed calmly. “For now she only needs some wet moss to drink.” “Violetkit can fetch some,” Pinenose meowed briskly. “Violetkit?” Leafpool turned and blinked through the shadows. “Are you there?” Violetkit peeked over the edge of the nest and nodded. “Go to the apprentices’ den,” Leafpool told her. “You can sleep there tonight.” “But what about the moss for Grassheart?” Violetkit stared at her, round-eyed. “I’ve already sent Puddlekit to fetch some,” Leafpool told her. “He’s going to help me deliver these kits.” Pinenose bristled. “He’s not an apprentice yet!” “He will be soon, and the quicker he starts training, the

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better,” Leafpool meowed firmly. She flicked her tail toward Violetkit. “Go.” Violetkit scrambled from her nest and headed for the entrance, relieved to get away from Grassheart’s frightening moans. She nosed her way out and froze. Rowanstar, Crowfrost, Tawnypelt, and Stonewing were still sitting vigil beside Littlecloud’s body. It lay like a stone in the center of the camp. Ratscar, Oakfur, and Kinkfur crouched nearby. Her heart pounded and she swerved to avoid the vigil, but as she moved closer to the apprentices’ den, new worries invaded her mind. What would Sleekpaw and the other apprentices say when she told them that Leafpool had sent her to sleep with them? They weren’t exactly friendly. A soft mew sounded behind her. “Violetkit. I was just coming to find you.” Needlepaw padded from the shadows at the edge of the camp. “Find me?” Violetkit spun around, alarmed. Had she done something wrong? Needlepaw had spoken to her a few times since Alderpaw’s visit, but before that she’d hardly paid her any attention. “We have to go somewhere.” Needlepaw halted, her green eyes shining in the moonlight. “But Leafpool told me to go to the apprentices’ den,” Violetkit told her. “Grassheart is having her kits.” “So?” Needlepaw shrugged. “You can do that later.” Beside Littlecloud’s body, Tawnypelt turned. Her eyes flashed with worry as she caught sight of Violetkit and

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Needlepaw. The tortoiseshell hurried toward them. “Violetkit, why are you out of the nursery? It’s late.” Needlepaw answered for her. “Grassheart is kitting.” She jerked her nose toward the nursery. “I’m supposed to take care of Violetkit.” That’s a lie. Violetkit blinked at the apprentice, surprised. “Make sure she gets a warm nest and some sleep.” Tawnypelt turned back toward the nursery. Violetkit was impressed. Tawnypelt hadn’t doubted Needlepaw for a moment. I wish I were like Needlepaw. She’s so sure of herself. Needlepaw glanced at her. “Are you ready?” Ready for what? Violetkit stared at her. Tongue-tied, she could only nod. “Then follow me and keep quiet.” Needlepaw headed for the camp wall, slipping into the shadows where the brambles swallowed the moonlight. “We mustn’t be seen.” “Why not?” Violetkit whispered. Butterflies fluttered in her belly. “We’re going on an adventure.” “Where?” “Outside the camp.” Violetkit hesitated. “Outside?” Needlepaw turned and thrust her muzzle close. “You’re not scared, are you?” “No,” Violetkit lied. She didn’t want Needlepaw to think she was a scaredy-mouse. “But I might get into trouble if I leave the camp.”

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“Not if you’re with me.” Needlepaw blinked at her. Violetkit shifted her paws. Was that true? Was she allowed to leave the camp if she was with Needlepaw? Perhaps it was a special mission. Something to do with Littlecloud dying, or Grassheart having kits. Everything had been strange all day. Perhaps leaving camp was okay now. Needlepaw ran her tail along Violetkit’s spine. “Just stay close to me and you will be safe.” Needlepaw’s tail felt soothing. I will be safe. It sounded reassuring. Violetkit lifted her chin. “Okay. Let’s go.” Needlepaw purred as she headed deeper into the shadows. As Violetkit trotted after her, she wondered where they were going. Then she smelled the familiar scent of the dirtplace and realized they were heading for the narrow tunnel that led out of the back of the camp. She ducked through it after Needlepaw, blinking as darkness pressed in with the brambles. A moment later she was outside. Needlepaw tasted the air. “Come on.” Her silver pelt shone as she padded through a strip of moonlight. “Follow me.” Violetkit tried to stay close behind Needlepaw, peering up at the trees. Their great trunks disappeared into shadow overhead, and specks of starlight glinted through gaps in the thick canopy. She tripped over a root and landed on her chin. “Oof!” “Be careful.” Needlepaw turned to look at her, her eyes shining in the dark. “I wasn’t watching where I was going,” Violetkit confessed.

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“You’d better start. The forest is a dangerous place at night. There could be foxes anywhere.” Foxes? Fear sparked in Violetkit’s chest. She didn’t even know what a fox looked like, but from the nursery tales she’d heard, she knew they were fierce. She strained to see into the shadows. Sniffing for strange smells, she hurried to catch up to Needlepaw. She was used to the warm cat scents of the camp. Out here countless odors filled her nose, and everything was dank and strange. How would she know if a fox was nearby? She padded closer to Needlepaw, brushing her flank. “Give me some space!” Needlepaw nudged her aside. “I don’t want to be tripping over you all the way there.” “All the way where?” Violetkit glanced at her anxiously. “It’s a surprise.” Needlepaw ducked beneath a low-hanging branch and jumped across a ditch. Violetkit halted at the edge, wondering if she could clear the deep rut in the forest floor. She could see water glimmering at the bottom. It smelled rank. She didn’t want to fall in. Bunching up her muscles, she crouched and wiggled her haunches. Fixing her gaze on the far side, she leaped. Her front paws reached the far side, but her back paws fell short. She hooked her claws into the needle-strewn earth and scrabbled desperately with her hind legs. Alarm flashing through her, she struggled to haul herself up. Teeth clamped down on her scruff, and she felt herself being swung through the air. Needlepaw dropped her onto the ground. “This journey will take forever if you can’t jump a simple ditch.”

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An owl screeched. Violetkit ducked, her heart pounding. “What was that?” Needlepaw snorted with amusement. “An owl, toad-brain! Haven’t you heard one before?” “Yes, but I didn’t know they could fly!” She’d heard Lionkit and Birchkit talking about owls that stole kits in the night. She’d thought they were like foxes. She fought the urge to duck under Needlepaw’s belly. What if it came back? It could scoop her up and take her to its nest like fresh-kill. “Don’t worry,” Needlepaw told her, as though reading her thoughts. “I can fight off an owl. Here.” She crouched beside Violetkit. “Climb onto my back or we’ll never get there in time.” “In time for what?” What was this mysterious adventure about? “Stop asking questions.” Burning with curiosity, Violetkit forgot the owl and scrambled onto Needlepaw’s back. Clinging to the slender apprentice’s shoulders, she flattened herself against her spine. Needlepaw broke into a trot. “Is Pinenose feeding you enough?” Needlepaw teased. “A mouse would be heavier.” “She feeds me plenty,” Violetkit told her, but she was worrying that she was too small. What if she never grew as big as the Clan cats? Then they’d always think she didn’t belong. Needlepaw was moving quickly now. Violetkit had to grip on hard as the apprentice leaped a fallen tree, picked up speed as she ran down a slope, then cleared three ditches in a row. Watching the forest flash past, lit by strips of moonlight,

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made Violetkit dizzy. She closed her eyes and clung on like a tick. Where were they going? Needlepaw was heading farther and farther from camp. What if someone noticed they were gone? What if they got lost? As Violetkit’s thoughts whirled, the scents around her started to change. She opened her eyes and saw that the pines had been replaced by gnarled oaks and slender birch trees. The forest floor was littered with leaves, and their musty scent filled Violetkit’s nose. “Where are we?” she breathed. “Can’t you tell by the stink?” Needlepaw slowed to a halt and sat down. Violetkit slid from her shoulders, the leaves crunching beneath her paws as she landed. She took a deep breath. There was cat scent here, but it didn’t smell like ShadowClan scent. It was still familiar, though. She blinked, remembering. ThunderClan scent! “Are we on ThunderClan land?” She glanced around nervously. “What if a patrol finds us? What if a ShadowClan cat sees us here? What if—” Needlepaw cuffed her gently around the ear. “You and your what-ifs! No one’s going to see us. ThunderClan will be asleep, and our Clanmates are too busy mourning Littlecloud and worrying about Grassheart to patrol.” “Why are we here?” Violetkit gazed at Needlepaw, her ears twitching nervously. Needlepaw was staring at a clump of ferns. Moonlight pooled around them. Leaves fluttered down as a breeze stirred the sleeping forest.

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“Why—” Violetkit began to ask again but Needlepaw cut her off. “Hush! They’re coming.” “Who?” “Quick! Hide!” Violetkit felt like her heart was going to burst as Needlepaw darted behind the arching roots of an oak. She scampered quickly after her, panting as she ducked down beside the apprentice. She could hear paw steps. You said they’d all be sleeping. Violetkit didn’t dare speak out loud. Blood roared in her ears. She wanted desperately to peer over the root, but she knew she mustn’t be seen. “Needlepaw.” A soft mew sounded a few tail-lengths ahead. “Are you here?” Violetkit frowned. She’d heard that mew before. She opened her mouth and let scent wash over her tongue. It was a tom—a tom she’d met only a few days ago. “It’s Alderpaw!” she hissed at Needlepaw, less alarmed now. “What’s he doing here?” “He’s brought someone to see you.” Needlepaw leaped onto the root and swished her tail. “Hi, Alderpaw.” Her eyes shone with amusement as Alderpaw backed away, alarm spiking his pelt. “You made me jump!” he mewed reproachfully. “Did I?” Needlepaw tipped her head innocently to one side. “Did you bring her?” “Bring who?” Pelt prickling with anxiety, Violetkit scrambled up beside Needlepaw and stared at Alderpaw.

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A small shape moved behind him. Two ears poked out beside him, then a muzzle. “Violetkit?” A tiny mew sounded through the darkness. Violetkit froze, her thoughts racing. Could it be? She jumped down from the root and sniffed the air. A strange scent touched her nose, familiar and not familiar. “Twigkit?” Green eyes blinked beside Alderpaw. Then a gray kit darted forward and slammed into Violetkit. Unbalanced, Violetkit tumbled backward. “It’s you! It’s really you!” Twigkit thrust her nose against Violetkit’s cheek, purring loudly. Surprised, Violetkit shook her off and leaped to her paws. She stared at Twigkit. Twigkit stared back. “You remember me, right?” “Of course I do!” Violetkit blinked at her, too overwhelmed to move. Worry sparked in Twigkit’s gaze. “You are pleased to see me, aren’t you?” Violetkit hesitated, emotions swirling through her like storm clouds. She was more pleased than she could say. But what did Twigpaw expect? How should she act? “Of c-course!” she stammered. “You look different and not different all at the same time,” Twigkit blurted. She leaned forward and sniffed Violetkit. “And you smell weird.” “So do you.” Violetkit was surprised that the smell of ThunderClan seemed so strange to her now. “You smell like cobwebs.”

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“You smell like pine needles.” Twigkit padded around her, purring loudly and rubbing against her. “It’s so good to see you again. I’ve been learning how to be a medicine cat. I want to be a medicine apprentice when I’m old enough. Just like Alderpaw. Alderpaw’s my friend.” She glanced at Needlepaw. “Is she your friend?” Violetkit followed her sister’s gaze nervously. Would Needlepaw mind if she said yes? She didn’t want Twigkit to think she hadn’t made friends in ShadowClan. Twigkit was clearly close to Alderpaw. She probably had lot of friends in Thunder Clan. “I guess,” Violetkit mewed softly. “What’s her name?” Twigkit blinked at Needlepaw. “I’m Needlepaw.” The sleek, silver she-cat jumped down from the root and padded around Alderpaw. “Did you manage to sneak out of camp without being seen?” Violetkit saw a glint in Needlepaw’s eyes. She sounded like she was teasing Alderpaw. She frowned. Were they friends? “Let’s play!” Twigkit’s mew took Violetkit by surprise. A paw thumped her flank. “Got you! You’re the warrior now and I’m the mouse.” Twigkit raced toward the root and scrambled over it. Violetkit watched her go, wondering what to do. “It’s a game, toad-brain,” Needlepaw told her. “Go and chase her. Alderpaw and I can talk. Don’t go far though. There are owls here too.” Owls? Violetkit’s heart lurched. The tips of two small ears showed behind the root. “Come

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on, Violetkit! Chase me!” Twigkit called. Her ear tips twitched enticingly. Excitement tugged at Violetkit’s paws. In a moment she forgot owls and, with a squeak of delight, leaped over the root and bowled into Twigkit, rolling them both through the leaf litter. Twigkit struggled away. “Now you’re the mouse!” She raced for a patch of blackberry bushes. Violetkit darted away, leaves brushing her face as she pushed through the blackberries. Ferns rustled behind her as Twigkit dived into a clump. “I’m going to catch you!” Twigkit called happily. Violetkit plunged through the ferns, squirming between the fronds until she felt soft paws touch the tip of her tail. Twigkit tugged. “I’m the mouse now!” she cried. Turning, she squeezed her way out and hared across a stretch of open ground. As Violetkit ran after Twigkit, her heart leaped. She’d been so lonely in ShadowClan. Now she was with her littermate again. And they were playing like she hadn’t played since they’d been parted. She felt like she might burst with joy. They played until they were both out of breath and scrambled to a halt in front of Alderpaw and Needlepaw. The apprentices were talking, Alderpaw watching Needlepaw with wide, beseeching eyes, while Needlepaw paced back and forth, her tail high. “I bet Tawnypelt is a grumpier mentor than Jayfeather.” “No cat is grumpier than Jayfeather.”

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Violetkit interrupted them. “Why don’t you play?” Alderpaw blinked at her. “I’ve been training all day,” he told her. “I don’t want to play.” Needlepaw rolled her eyes. “ThunderClan cats are so dull.” “That’s not true.” Alderpaw nudged her shoulder teasingly with his nose. Needlepaw stepped away. “Come on.” She nodded at Violetkit. “We’d better head home.” “Home?” Grief jabbed Violetkit’s heart. Weren’t she and Twigkit meant to be together now? Wasn’t that why Needlepaw had brought her here? She blinked desperately at the ShadowClan she-cat. “Is Twigkit coming with us?” “Twigkit can’t come to ShadowClan.” Needlepaw sounded surprised. “Then why did you bring me here?” Violetkit asked. She wanted to wail. “To visit your sister.” Needlepaw shrugged. “You’ve had fun, haven’t you? Now it’s time to go.” Sorrow threatened to knock Violetkit off her paws as Alderpaw glanced up through the branches. “Dawn will be coming soon. We should get home before the camps start to wake up.” “Ours is already awake,” Needlepaw sniffed. “Littlecloud died yesterday. The old cats are sitting vigil.” Alderpaw’s gaze darkened with sorrow. “I’m sad to hear that.” Needlepaw shrugged. “It’s not exactly a surprise. He was,

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like, the oldest cat in the forest.” Needlepaw headed upslope toward the pines. “Come on, Violetkit.” Violetkit stared at her numbly, struggling to understand. Why would Needlepaw bring her here and then just take her away? Needlepaw flicked her tail. “We need to get back before Pinenose notices you’re gone.” Violetkit’s throat tightened. She stared desperately at Twigkit. “Did you know we were just visiting?” “Alderpaw explained.” Her sister touched her muzzle gently to her cheek. “He and Needlepaw wanted to cheer us up. This was the best way he could think of.” Her warm, sweet breath tickled Violetkit’s ear. Violetkit pressed against her, trembling. Suddenly she remembered what it felt like to sleep beside her sister, curled tight against her soft fur. “We’ll see each other again soon,” Twigkit promised. Violetkit wasn’t convinced. “How do you know that?” “Because we have to.” Twigkit pulled away, her eyes round. “We’re kin.” Alderpaw dipped his head toward Twigkit. “Come on. We’d better hurry.” Gently he nosed her away, up a leafstrewn bank. Violetkit’s belly grew hollow as she watched him guide her over the top. Leaves swished as they disappeared into the shadow of the woods. “No!” The wail escaped her before she could swallow it back. Sadness pressed around her like freezing water. She had

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to go back to ShadowClan, where no one wanted to play with her; where she couldn’t smell her sister’s warm scent. She’d be alone again. A warm muzzle touched the top of her head. Violetkit’s heart lurched. She looked up, surprised to see Needlepaw gazing at her with soft, sympathetic eyes. “Don’t worry, toad-brain,” Needlepaw mewed gently. “But I belong with her! Not with ShadowClan.” Anger surged through Violetkit’s chest. “ShadowClan doesn’t want me. No one cares about me there. I’m so lonely!” Needlepaw’s eyes glistened kindly. “I know how that feels, kit.” She ran her tail softly along Violetkit’s spine. Then she puffed out her chest as though she’d made an important decision. “But that’s going to change. From now on, I’m going to look out for you. You’re going to be fine.” Violetkit blinked at her, a flicker of hope piercing her sorrow. It still hurt terribly that she didn’t have her sister in ShadowClan, and that so many of the cats there barely seemed to notice her. But she saw sincerity in Needlepaw’s eyes. Maybe now all that would change. Maybe now she finally had a friend.

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A half-moon after Alderpaw brought Twigkit to play with her littermate, he was surprised when Dovewing nosed her way into the medicine den and asked him to report to the Highledge. Squirrelflight had returned with Lionblaze and Cinderheart. He followed her excitedly and left her at the foot of the rock tumble to join Bramblestar, Squirrelflight, Lionblaze, and Cinderheart at the top. “Did you find anything?” he asked as soon as he reached them. Squirrelflight met his gaze darkly. Bramblestar looked worried. “The gorge was empty.” “Empty?” Alderpaw could hardly believe his ears. “What about the rogues we met on our quest?” He knew that Bramblestar had warned the patrol that they might find cats pretending to be SkyClan at the gorge. “There was no one there,” Lionblaze confirmed. “A few stragglers,” Cinderheart chipped in. “But they were just loners passing through. There was no sign of fresh nests in the gorge. The dens were deserted.” Alderpaw’s thoughts swam. “But if the rogues are gone, 51

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SkyClan might return to the gorge. They might not have anyplace else to go.” We might find what is in the shadows after all. “We should send the patrol back to search again.” “There’s no point,” Squirrelflight told him. “We checked the whole area. If there are any SkyClan cats left, they’re nowhere near the gorge.” “They’d be mouse-brained to go back there,” Lionblaze meowed bluntly. “The gorge is far too open to attack. It’s clear they can’t defend it.” Bramblestar was frowning. “I wonder where they’ve gone.” “Who?” Alderpaw blinked at him. “SkyClan?” “The rogues.” Bramblestar’s expression was serious. “Don’t you care about SkyClan?” Alderpaw glared at him. “Keep your voice down!” Squirrelflight glanced nervously at Dovewing at the bottom of the rocks. She was staring up at them with a wide, curious gaze. Thornclaw and Poppyfrost were washing nearby, while Purdy, Millie, and Graystripe lounged outside the elders’ den. Bramblestar turned his gaze toward Alderpaw. “What can we do?” He looked distressed. “SkyClan is lost to us.” Squirrelflight eyed their Clanmates below. Lionblaze and Cinderheart glanced at each other in surprise. “So you’re giving up on the prophecy?” Alderpaw demanded. “We still have the kits, remember?” Cinderheart shifted her paws. “They were found in shadow. They might still have a part to play.” Alderpaw wished he could believe her. The kits were special, he was sure. They had been found in shadow. But they

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couldn’t be all there was to StarClan’s prophecy. What about clearing the skies? Even though he felt a twinge of disloyalty toward Twigkit for thinking it, the prophecy had to be about SkyClan. They were Clan cats, after all, and he couldn’t believe StarClan would let them disappear without doing something. He eyed his father curiously before departing, but Bramblestar wouldn’t meet his gaze. Frustration surged through Alderpaw’s limbs as he excused himself and made his way back to the medicine-cat den. He had to believe SkyClan was still out there. But he knew Bramblestar wasn’t about to change his mind. “Excuse me.” Alderpaw nudged past Fernsong. The yellow tabby tom was blocking his view of Honeykit. “Lilyheart asked me to bring her to you,” Fernsong explained again. “I know. She has a bellyache.” Jayfeather flicked his tail at Fernsong. “You already told us.” Fernsong paced around the white-and-yellow kit, his pelt prickling with worry. “Lilyheart was busy with the other kits, and Honeykit has been miserable all morning. I was going to go hunting with Ivypool, but Lilyheart asked me—” “To bring her here. Yes! We know.” Jayfeather touched his nose to Honeykit’s head. “Alderpaw, come and check whether she has a fever.” Alderpaw squeezed past Fernsong again, wishing the tom would give them more room.

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As though reading his mind, Briarlight called from her nest. “Come over here, Fernsong, and let them examine her properly.” Distractedly Fernsong padded to her side. “I just want to make sure she’s okay.” “She’s a kit with bellyache,” Jayfeather grunted. “She’ll be fine.” “But it hurts,” Honeykit whimpered as Alderpaw sniffed the top of her head. Jayfeather ignored her. “So?” he quizzed Alderpaw. “Does she have a fever?” “No.” Alderpaw sniffed again, feeling the warmth of her fur. Was it normal? Was he right? Perhaps she did have a fever and he was being mouse-brained. “Good.” Jayfeather mewed. “A bellyache without a fever means that she probably ate something that disagreed with her, or too much of something she liked.” He ran his paw over Honeykit’s belly. “What have you eaten today?” “I shared a rabbit with Leafkit and Larkkit,” Honeykit told him. “Did Twigkit eat any?” Alderpaw asked. What if she had the same bellyache and was afraid to bother anyone? “She had a vole.” Jayfeather huffed. “Stop fretting about Twigkit and concentrate on the patient,” he snapped to Alderpaw. “Feel her belly. Is it swollen?” Alderpaw touched his paw to the kit’s round flank, wondering if the tightness there was normal. “It feels a bit

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swollen?” he guessed hesitantly. Jayfeather’s ears twitched irritably. “Yes. How should we treat her bellyache?” Alderpaw’s thoughts froze. He felt Briarlight and Fernsong’s eyes on him. Honeykit blinked at him hopefully, pain flashing in her green eyes. Jayfeather’s blind stare was burning into his pelt. “Well?” Alderpaw wished again that Jayfeather were less cranky. I’d remember more if he didn’t make me so nervous. “Chervil,” he blurted. “Good.” Jayfeather sounded satisfied. “Fetch some.” “Will it help?” Honeykit asked eagerly. “Of course it will,” Jayfeather told her. Alderpaw reached into the crack at the back of the den. It was well stocked. In the half-moon since he’d taken Twigkit to meet her sister, he and Leafpool had gathered all the herbs they could find. Each morning brought heavier dew and a colder chill in the air. It wouldn’t be long before the first frost would scorch the precious leaves they’d need through the long days of leaf-bare. His paw tips touched the soft leaves of the chervil bundle, and he hauled it out. He began to untangle a few sprigs, his thoughts wandering to the morning he’d gathered it. The orange sun had shimmered above the horizon, its pale warmth hardly chasing the chill from his pelt. The forest had smelled heady. The scent of wilting ferns and decaying leaves had filled his nose. “Hurry up!” Jayfeather’s tail flicked impatiently. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’ve been distracted ever since Squirrelflight returned.”

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Squirrelf light. Alderpaw looked up in surprise. He hadn’t realized his concerns about what his mother hadn’t found were so obvious. “Alderpaw!” Jayfeather’s sharp mew jerked him back to the present. The medicine cat’s eats were pricked toward him. “What in StarClan are you doing?” “I’m ripping up leaves for Honeykit.” Alderpaw stared at him, confused. “Chervil is for bellyaches.” “The roots, not the leaves.” Jayfeather snatched the bundle of chervil away and snapped off a root. He rolled it toward Honeykit. “Eat this.” Honeykit looked at it nervously. “What does it taste like?” “It doesn’t matter what it tastes like,” Jayfeather snapped. “It will make your bellyache go away.” Fur ruffled, Honeykit picked up the root between her teeth and began to chew. Alderpaw felt a wave of sympathy as she screwed up her face at the acrid tang. But she kept chewing, peeking at Jayfeather as though she was scared of what he might say if she stopped. At last she swallowed. “Well done.” Alderpaw hurried to her side and ran his tail along her spine. “You’ll feel better in no time.” Paw steps pattered outside, and the brambles swished. Twigkit burst through, a mouse dangling from her jaws. Jayfeather frowned as the kit hurried across the medicine den and dropped the mouse beside Briarlight’s nest. “I brought you prey.” Briarlight purred. “Thank you. But you didn’t need to. You know I can get to the fresh-kill pile by myself.”

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“I know,” Twigkit squeaked happily. “But the hunting patrol just got back. It’s still warm.” Fernsong sniffed. “That reminds me. Ivypool is waiting for me.” He blinked at Honeykit. “Are you feeling better?” Honeykit was washing her paws, licking them fiercely as though trying to clean the taste of the chervil from her tongue. She paused and looked at Fernsong. Then she burped. “Yes, I think so.” Twigkit bounded toward her. “Larkkit and Leafkit are going to explore the ferns behind the fallen birch. They said you should hurry up.” She looked hopefully at Honeykit, who was three moons older and nearly twice as big as Twigkit. “Can I come too?” “It’s not a game for kits. We’re going to practice hunting,” Honeykit told her. “Leafkit caught a frog there yesterday. If you come, you’ll frighten the prey away.” “No I won’t!” Twigkit’s eyes rounded with indignation. Alderpaw felt a surge of sympathy. “I’m sure she’ll be quiet, Honeykit.” Jayfeather snorted. “Twigkit’s never quiet, and she’s always getting under some cat’s paws.” “That’s not true!” Twigkit glared at him. “I’m very helpful.” As she defended herself, the brambles rustled at the den entrance. Ivypool padded in. “Are you ready to hunt, Fernsong?” Fernsong blinked at her, his eyes shining. “Yes,” he meowed happily. “Great.” Jayfeather began to sweep the sprigs of chervil

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together with sharp jabs of his paws. Alderpaw could see irritation rippling though his pelt. “Go hunting. And take these kits out of the den with you.” “Twigkit is not coming with me!” Honeykit objected. “She’s too noisy. You always say that, Jayfeather.” Twigkit’s pelt spiked with indignation, but the blind medicine cat simply looked away. Briarlight heaved herself onto her front paws. “Come with me, Twigkit,” she meowed. “We can take this mouse outside and choose some prey for you.” Fernsong stood aside as Briarlight hauled herself out of her nest and began to drag her limp hind legs toward the den entrance. Alderpaw called after Twigkit as she followed. “Perhaps you can come back and help us later.” “No!” Jayfeather glared at him, his blind blue gaze flashing. “We have work to do.” Alderpaw flexed his claws, angry at the medicine cat, as Twigkit shot Jayfeather a resentful look and followed Briarlight from the den. Ivypool glanced sympathetically at Alderpaw. “Come on, Fernsong. The prey won’t catch itself, and I’ve promised Graystripe I’ll find him a shrew.” Alderpaw hardly heard her. He was fuming. As the two warriors left, he turned on the medicine cat, too furious to tiptoe around him this time. “You don’t have to be so mean to Twigkit,” he snapped. “Can’t you see that she doesn’t have anyone to play with?”

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Jayfeather froze, his eyes narrowing. Alderpaw tensed as he saw Jayfeather’s ears flatten. He knew this look too well. But he didn’t care. He’d had to say something. “Don’t tell me how to behave!” Jayfeather hissed. “I already know my herbs. I can cure my Clanmates. You should spend less time worrying about that kit and more time concentrating on your training.” Frustration jabbed at Alderpaw’s belly. Why hadn’t he remembered the root was for bellyaches, not the leaves? He whisked his tail crossly. He wouldn’t have forgotten if Jayfeather hadn’t been breathing on his tail like an angry fox. “I’ll try harder,” he growled through gritted teeth. “But I’m doing okay, aren’t I? No one else in the Clan doubts me. They value me. After all, it was me who received StarClan’s prophecy.” “There’s more to being a medicine cat than passing on messages from StarClan,” Jayfeather hissed. “StarClan won’t tell you how to heal a wound or cure a chest infection. You have to learn that yourself. It takes hard work. And it’s the most important thing you can do for your Clan. It may help you save a life one day.” Jayfeather’s words seared through Alderpaw’s heart. Memories of Sandstorm flashed in his mind. Could he have done more to help her when she got sick? Sandstorm had visited him in a dream and told him her death wasn’t his fault. But what if she was just being kind? Perhaps she hadn’t needed to die.

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He was holding back a shudder, remembering how it had felt to wake up beside her stiff, cold body, when paws thundered into camp. “Bramblestar!” Mousewhisker’s yowl cracked the air. Jayfeather shot out of the den. Alderpaw raced after, his heart pounding. What had happened? Mousewhisker and Cloudtail stood in the clearing, their pelts bushed as their Clanmates gathered around them. Sparkpaw left the mouse she’d been eating and hurried closer. Brackenfur and Birchfall leaped to their paws, and Lionblaze, Poppyfrost, and Rosepetal darted from the warriors’ den. “What’s wrong?” Bramblestar leaped down from the Highledge. Fur spiked along his spine. “There’s a fight inside our border!” Mousewhisker puffed. “WindClan!” Cloudtail added, his flanks heaving. Graystripe leaped to his paws, ears flat. “An invasion?” “No!” Mousewhisker swung his muzzle toward the elder. “WindClan cats are fighting rogues.” Rogues? Alderpaw stiffened. What rogues? Thornclaw lashed his tail. “If WindClan wants to fight rogues, they can do it on their own territory!” Bramblestar stared at Cloudtail. “Couldn’t you have driven them off?” Cloudtail shook his head. “There were too many of them. The rogues look vicious. I think WindClan needs help.” Alarm prickled through Alderpaw’s pelt. If there was a fight, there’d be wounds. What herbs would they need? Quickly he began running through the list in his head:

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marigold, oak leaf, goldenrod, comfrey. Bramblestar nodded. “Cloudtail, Birchfall, Lionblaze, and Rosepetal. Come with me.” “I’m coming too.” Squirrelflight stepped forward. “And me!” Sparkpaw hurried to stand beside her mother. “You two can guard the camp with the others,” Bramblestar told them. “Until we know what’s going on, keep the kits in the nursery.” He shot a look at Graystripe. “The elders too. It’s the easiest den to protect.” Alderpaw’s thoughts whirled in confusion. Why was the fighting on their territory? Was WindClan attacking? Were the rogues invading? “Alderpaw and I will come with you.” Jayfeather stared steadily at Bramblestar, his blind blue eyes calm. “There will be injuries.” Alderpaw’s heart was racing. This was his first battle. Had he learned enough to help properly? Would the wounds be bad? Fear and excitement fizzed in his belly. “Should I fetch herbs?” Jayfeather shook his head. “We can use what we find in the area and bring any injured cats back to camp.” Bramblestar nodded curtly and raced for the thorn barrier. He disappeared through the tunnel, and Cloudtail chased after him, Birchfall, Lionblaze, and Rosepetal at his heels. Alderpaw started after them, surprised as Jayfeather dodged past him and into the tunnel. He couldn’t imagine running blind, but Jayfeather burst from the camp without missing a paw step. The patrol streaked up the rise. Jayfeather

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raced after them, his nose to Rosepetal’s tail. As though he could sense the forest, he leaped over roots and swerved around brambles. Alderpaw raced to keep up. Ahead, shrieks and yowls rang through the trees. Alderpaw’s chest burned as they reached the top of a rise near the edge of the forest. Mousewhisker pulled up first, scrambling to a halt and looking downslope. Bramblestar stopped beside him and followed his gaze. As Alderpaw caught up to them, he saw the fight below. His pelt bristled with shock as he took in Oatclaw, Emberfoot, Furzepelt, and Onestar clearly fighting for their lives. Screeches ripped through the air and fur flew like thistledown in the slanting sunshine. The scent of blood and fear soured the breeze. “WindClan is outnumbered,” Birchfall gasped. “By rogues?” Rosepetal sounded shocked. Sometimes a loner or two passed through the forest, but it had been moons since a gang of rogues had dared cross Clan territory. “Help them!” Yowling the order, Bramblestar charged downslope. His Clanmates followed, fanning out as they neared the fighting cats. Bramblestar reached the rogues first. Their pelts were tattered, their tails bushed, but they twisted as nimbly as weasels as they fought. Their musky stench reached Alderpaw’s nose as their malicious snarls echoed among the trees. Bramblestar flung his paws out and hooked his claws into the pelt of a rogue. With a yowl he hauled the tom away from Oatclaw.

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Cloudtail threw himself between a tabby and Furzepelt. The rogue turned on him, hissing, and lunged, knocking Cloudtail’s legs from beneath him. Rearing, the tabby slammed his paws onto Cloudtail’s spine. “Get off him!” Birchfall clamped his jaws around the rogue’s scruff. Grunting with effort, he flung the tabby aside while Cloudtail flipped himself back onto his paws. Rosepetal grappled with a mangy white she-cat while Birchfall aimed sharp blows at a black she-cat. Lionblaze fell, hissing, onto a silver-gray tom. Alderpaw watched, his claws itching to join in. But he had never learned battle moves. He’d be no help. Guilt twisted in his belly. Emberfoot reared up beside Bramblestar and began batting a muscular white tom back through the trampled ferns at the borderline. Oatclaw found his paws and dived to help Rosepetal pin the white she-cat to the ground. “Stop!” The white tom ducked away from a blow and glared at Bramblestar. At his command, the other rogues fell still. Alderpaw froze. These were no ordinary rogues. His heart seemed to jump into his throat. Darktail! He recognized the leader of the gang of cats that had driven SkyClan from the gorge. Bramblestar lashed his tail, his sharp gaze flitting from cat to cat. “Let them go,” he growled to his Clanmates. Cloudtail released the tabby, and Rosepetal and Oatclaw backed away from the she-cat. Lionblaze and Birchfall stood

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protectively in front of Emberfoot and Furzepelt. They stared at the rogues, who huddled together, their eyes glittering with hate. Now that he could see them better, some of the others looked familiar to Alderpaw, too. Rain, a long-furred gray tom; Raven, a black she-cat. Beside them were a silver-gray tom and a shabby white she-cat. Beside them crouched a tabby, its ears flat. His hackles lifted. Where were the rest of the cats? There had been more in the gorge than this. He scanned the undergrowth anxiously. Had the rest of their group traveled to the lake too? Were they waiting to join in the fight? “What is it?” Jayfeather jerked his muzzle toward Alderpaw. “Do you know them?” Alderpaw blinked at the medicine cat. “I-I’ve seen some of them before,” he stammered. “On the quest.” As he spoke, Darktail caught his eye. The rogue leader glared at him, eyes flashing with malice. Alderpaw felt sick. He recognizes me. He fought the urge to back away as Darktail’s gaze bored into his. “Jayfeather!” Bramblestar called up the slope. “We need help here. Some WindClan cats are wounded.” Jayfeather raced down the slope. Urgency tugging at his paws, Alderpaw broke away from Darktail’s glittering gaze and bounded after his mentor. “Leave.” Bramblestar stepped toward the huddled rogues. “Before we rip the pelts from your backs.”

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Alderpaw watched Darktail turn his gaze on the ThunderClan leader. Would he give in so easily? The rogue leader snarled, his teeth showing blood as he spoke. “This won’t be the last you see of us. We have a mission here, and we know more about your so-called Clans than you think.” Fear ran along Alderpaw’s spine like icy water as the rogue leader turned and headed away through the ferns. Growling, his campmates followed. Is he talking about what I told him at the gorge? Alderpaw shivered as he wondered whether the rogue gang had followed them back to the lake. Bramblestar glanced around his warriors. “Who’s hurt?” “I’m fine.” Cloudtail ran a paw over his bloody ear tip. “Just a scratch or two,” Rosepetal reported. Lionblaze was licking a few wounds of his own, but Alderpaw could see from where he stood that they were no more than shallow scratches. “Alderpaw, find some cobwebs.” At Jayfeather’s order, he hurried to the roots of a tree where cobwebs crowded the gaps. His paws were trembling as he pulled long strips out and carried them back to Jayfeather. The ThunderClan medicine cat was crouched over Oatclaw. The WindClan tom lay limp, blood oozing from deep cuts along his flank. “Cover them and stop the bleeding,” Jayfeather ordered, taking a clump of cobweb from Alderpaw and heading toward Emberfoot. Alderpaw spread the remaining cobwebs over Oatclaw’s

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wounds, packing them in where the cuts were deepest, as Jayfeather had taught him. “Onestar is badly hurt,” Birchfall meowed, leaning over the brown tabby tom. As Jayfeather hurried to look, Alderpaw glanced at the WindClan leader. He was on his side, his fur matted with blood. Alderpaw quickly finished dressing Oatclaw’s cuts. “Stay still until the bleeding eases,” he told him before turning to help Jayfeather. Onestar lay as still as fresh-kill, a bloody wound opening the pale brown pelt below his neck. “I’ll fetch more cobwebs.” Alderpaw gasped. “He’s blee—” Before he could finish, a groan sounded behind him. He turned to see Furzepelt stagger, then collapse. “Furzepelt!” Alderpaw darted toward her, his throat tightening as he saw her flanks shudder, then fall still. He sniffed her, shivering. His heart sank to see her sagging limbs. “She’s dead!” “Dead?” Bramblestar darted to his side, his pelt spiking. Birchfall and Rosepetal approached slowly. Oatclaw lifted his head, his eyes round with shock as he stared at his fallen Clanmate. Emberfoot limped closer. “They killed her?” Disbelief edged his mew. Alderpaw looked for wounds, finding bitemarks on Furze pelt’s spine and scratches along her flank. Then he saw the ugly lump at the back of her head. “She must have hit her

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head.” He scanned the ground and noticed, for the first time, the sharp points of deeply buried rocks jutting from the forest floor. Blood and fur clung to one nearby. He glanced toward Jayfeather. The medicine cat hadn’t moved. His blind eyes had turned to Onestar. Blood was pulsing from the WindClan leader’s throat. Alderpaw touched Furzepelt’s lifeless body with his paw. There was nothing he could do for this cat, but perhaps he could help Onestar. “I’ll get cobwebs.” He headed for the tree roots. “No.” Jayfeather’s mew was grave. “But the bleeding!” Alderpaw darted to his mentor’s side. The ground beneath Onestar was stained ruby red. The fur at his throat was scarlet and glistening. Why wasn’t Jayfeather doing something? Alderpaw’s throat tightened with dread. “We must help him!” “There’s nothing we can do,” Jayfeather murmured softly. Alderpaw looked up. Cloudtail and Rosepetal had backed away, their eyes wide. Bramblestar hadn’t moved. He was staring at the WindClan leader, his amber eyes as dark as night. Birchfall and Lionblaze exchanged glances as Oatclaw staggered to his paws and padded closer to his leader. Alderpaw could see him trembling. Then Onestar gasped, as though taking his first breath after a near drowning. Shuddering, he gulped in air and opened his eyes. Alderpaw blinked in surprise as he saw that the leader’s

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wound had disappeared. Blood still stained his fur, but the gash had closed as though it had never been there. Understanding washed through him. “He lost a life,” he whispered to Jayfeather. Jayfeather nodded. Alderpaw swallowed. He knew that leaders had nine lives, but he’d never imagined what it must be like to lose one. Did dying hurt? How did it feel to come back to life? Lionblaze looked questioningly at Oatclaw. “Has he many more?” Oatclaw shrugged. “Only Onestar knows that.” The WindClan leader flashed Oatclaw an angry look. Growling, he pushed himself to his paws. Oatclaw dipped his head. Alderpaw frowned. Surely Onestar’s Clan knew. They must count each passing life. And yet a casual observer could never know how many lives a leader had left. Alderpaw searched the leader’s gaze, wondering what he would see. Onestar lifted his chin, his gaze murderous. Staring between the trees, he flattened his ears. “Where have the rogues gone?” “Away,” Bramblestar told him. “For now.” “We must follow them.” Bramblestar’s gaze flicked around the WindClan cats. “Furzepelt is dead,” he told Onestar softly. “Oatclaw and Emberfoot are injured. Come back to our camp, where Jayfeather and Alderpaw can treat their wounds properly.” Onestar glanced back toward the edge of the trees, as

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though he hadn’t heard the ThunderClan leader. “We should go home.” “Oatclaw and Emberfoot are in no state to travel that far right now,” Jayfeather put in. Onestar narrowed his eyes, glancing at the injured warriors. Oatclaw was leaning against Birchfall, blood welling on his flank. Emberfoot was staring at their fallen Clanmate, his eyes shimmering with grief. “What about Furzepelt’s body?” Alderpaw was surprised to see coldness in the WindClan leader’s gaze. Had losing a life robbed him of feelings? Perhaps he was numb with shock. Bramblestar nodded to Cloudtail. “You and Rosepetal, sit with her. Make sure nothing disturbs her body until a patrol can fetch her.” He turned to Onestar, softening his mew. “Come home with us. We can take care of you.” “We can take care of ourselves,” Onestar snapped. Jayfeather snorted. “If Oatclaw doesn’t bleed to death first.” The WindClan leader looked to where the moor rose toward a darkening sky. A storm was moving in. He nodded briefly. “Very well.” “Chew up more horsetail and marigold,” Jayfeather ordered. Alderpaw was helping treat the injured WindClan cats in the shelter of the medicine den while the rain thrummed outside. He’d already made enough pulp to put on Oatclaw’s and Emberfoot’s wounds, and his Clanmates’ scratches, and his tongue was numb from the herbs. He wished Leafpool were

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here to help. Should someone warn her that dangerous rogues are in the forest? Alderpaw had seen Darktail kill the only SkyClan cat he’d found near the gorge. Now he’d brought his rogues here and had killed again. We have a mission here, and we know more about your so-called Clans than you think. He remembered Darktail’s words with a shudder. What in StarClan did they want? “They are so vicious,” he muttered to himself. Jayfeather’s ears twitched. “I haven’t seen cats like them since the Dark Forest.” Alderpaw blinked at the medicine cat. Every kit had heard nursery tales about the Dark Forest. His father and many of his Clanmates had fought in a battle against the evil cats who lurked there. “Do you think that’s where they’re from?” he asked. Jayfeather shook his head. “No. Only Clan cats find their way to the Place of No Stars, and these rogues have clearly never belonged to any Clan.” Oatclaw was sleeping now, in a makeshift nest beside Briarlight’s, drowsy from the poppy seeds Jayfeather had given him. Emberfoot moaned softly as Jayfeather licked pulp into his wound. Sparkpaw pushed through the trailing brambles. Her rainsoaked pelt dripped water onto the medicine-den floor. “Are they hungry?” She glanced at Oatclaw and lowered her voice. “The hunting patrol is back. There’s plenty of prey on the fresh-kill pile.” “I want to make sure there’s no infection in these wounds

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before they eat,” Jayfeather told her. “Those rogues sound hateful,” Sparkpaw commented. “The whole Clan is talking about them.” Alderpaw glanced at her. Should he tell her they were the same rogues who’d driven SkyClan from their home? That they might have followed them back to the lake? No. He must say nothing to Sparkpaw yet. He needed to tell Bramblestar first. He wondered if his father had already guessed where the rogues had come from. After all, it had only been a few days since Squirrelflight had reported that they had abandoned the gorge. Alderpaw had never imagined they’d show up by the lake. He spat the herbs he’d been chewing onto a waxy leaf and carried it to Jayfeather. “Can Sparkpaw help you for a bit?” Jayfeather stared at him, eyes narrowed, but said nothing. Sparkpaw sniffed. “I’m not a medicine cat.” “You can chew, can’t you?” Jayfeather grunted. “I guess.” Sparkpaw looked bemused. “So I can go?” Alderpaw stared at Jayfeather. “It’s important. I won’t be long. I need to speak to Bramblestar.” “What about?” Sparkpaw pricked her ears. Alderpaw ignored her and kept his gaze fixed on Jayfeather. Jayfeather nodded. “Don’t be long.” “But if it’s something important, I want to know,” Sparkpaw fluffed out her wet fur. Jayfeather pawed a pile of marigold leaves toward her. “When you’re Clan leader, you can be the first to hear everything. Until then, you can help by chewing these leaves.”

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Muttering crossly, Sparkpaw crouched beside the medicine cat and grabbed a mouthful of herbs. “Ewww!” she gasped. “How do you stand this?” “You get used to it.” Alderpaw nosed his way through the trailing brambles. Rain battered his face. Outside, his Clanmates were sheltering beneath the ferns edging the camp. Alderpaw could sense tension in the air. Graystripe looked out from the elders’ den. Snowbush and Ambermoon huddled beneath the thorn barrier. Cinderheart sat in the downpour, guarding the entrance to the nursery. Bramblestar sheltered with Onestar, Lionblaze, and Birchfall beneath a jutting branch of the fallen beech. Alderpaw hurried toward them, slowing as he neared. “Did you chase them onto ThunderClan territory?” Bramblestar asked Onestar. “They were already on your territory.” The WindClan leader’s eyes were still dark with fury. “They were scouting for something. I’m not sure what. We crossed the border to warn them off. I was planning to come and tell you once they were gone.” Lionblaze narrowed his eyes. “But they attacked you.” “Did you provoke them?” Birchfall asked. Onestar growled. “If you mean did we ask them why they were nosing around Clan territory, then yes.” Alderpaw caught Bramblestar’s eye. “Can I speak to you alone?” He was aware that he was interrupting. But this was important. Bramblestar’s ears twitched.

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Onestar scowled at him. “What is it?” “I need to speak with my father.” Alderpaw met the WindClan leader’s gaze. Onestar growled and looked away. Bramblestar frowned, his fur rippling uneasily. “What is it?” He guided Alderpaw quickly to a clump of ferns sprouting near the camp entrance. They ducked beneath the browning fronds. Alderpaw shivered as rain dripped onto his spine. “The rogues who attacked WindClan are the same rogues we found in the gorge.” Bramblestar closed his eyes, sighing. “I feared as much. It was too much of a coincidence for a band of rogues to show up now.” “Do you think they followed us home?” Guilt wormed beneath Alderpaw’s pelt. “Probably.” Bramblestar met his gaze. “But you can’t blame yourself for what other cats choose to do.” Alderpaw shifted his paws, wishing it were that simple. “Why do you think they’ve come here?” The question had been niggling in Alderpaw’s thoughts since he’d recognized Darktail. “Darktail said he had a reason.” Bramblestar looked away. “Who can say why rogues act like rogues? All we can do is protect our Clan.” He leaned closer to Alderpaw. “How many of them were there in the gorge?” “I don’t know.” Alderpaw tried to remember. “But it was definitely a bigger group than the one that attacked the WindClan patrol.”

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Bramblestar’s gaze darkened. “So there might be more of them in the forest.” “Yes. Squirrelflight said that there were none left in the gorge.” Alderpaw shifted uneasily. Was the forest full of rogues? Why had they come here? “We should warn Leafpool,” he whispered. “We should warn all the Clans.” Bramblestar padded from the ferns and called to his Clanmates. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting.” Alderpaw watched as his father leaped onto the Highledge. Brackenfur, Cloudtail, Brightheart, and Thornclaw padded from the warriors’ den. Whitewing, Berrynose, and Poppyfrost slunk out from beneath the juniper. Squirrelflight slid from Bramblestar’s den on the Highledge and jumped down to stand with her Clanmates. As Jayfeather and Sparkpaw emerged from the medicine den, Dovewing and Cherryfall padded from the shelter of the fallen beech. Dovewing glanced around. “Has anyone seen Ivypool?” Her blue eyes brimmed with worry. “She’s hunting with Fernsong.” Alderpaw padded to her side. Dovewing’s pelt spiked anxiously. “I hope they don’t bump into those rogues.” Cherryfall pressed closer to her friend. “Ivypool survived the Dark Forest. She can handle a few rogues.” “I hope so.” Dovewing huddled against the rain. Onestar wove through the crowd and stood at the front.

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Water streamed down his whiskers as he lifted his face to the Highledge. “I want to take Furzepelt back to our camp so we can sit vigil.” Jayfeather stepped forward. “Oatclaw and Emberfoot are too wounded to help carry her. Movement will reopen their wounds. They should stay here for a few days.” Onestar glared at him. “They are warriors. They are strong. They will travel with me.” Unseeing, Jayfeather held the WindClan leader’s gaze. “I have an apprentice; Kestrelflight has none. Let him save his herbs and his energy for his Clanmates on the moor. We can take care of Oatclaw and Emberfoot until they are fit to travel.” Onestar glared at Bramblestar, whose manner turned gentle and coaxing. “I will send a patrol home with you, Onestar. They can help carry Furzepelt’s body.” Onestar’s tail flicked angrily. Jayfeather held his ground. “You’ve lost one Clanmate today,” he meowed steadily. “Don’t risk another.” Onestar snorted. “Very well.” “You decide wisely, Onestar.” Bramblestar’s gaze flicked around the Clan. “Snowbush, Blossomfall, and Berrynose. Escort Onestar home. Carry Furzepelt’s body as though she were your Clanmate.” The three warriors nodded as Bramblestar went on. “Dangerous rogues are in the forest. We don’t know how many there are. They have shown that they are willing to fight to the death. Until we know why they are here and what they

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intend to do next, we must be on our guard. And we must warn ShadowClan and RiverClan of the danger.” Again he scanned the cats gathered below the Highledge. “Lionblaze. Take Cinderheart, Birchfall, Sparkpaw, and Poppyfrost. Travel to RiverClan’s camp and warn Mistystar about the rogues. I will take Cherryfall, Bumblestripe, Dovewing, and Stormcloud to ShadowClan to warn Rowanstar.” “I want to come!” A tiny squeak sounded from the nursery. Alderpaw turned as he recognized Twigkit’s mew. She was struggling out of the nursery entrance. Cinderheart stared at the kit as she splattered onto the muddy ground and stared up at Bramblestar. “Please let me come with you to ShadowClan. I want to see my sister!” “Don’t be mouse-brained!” Poppyfrost stared at her from the clearing. Thornclaw snorted. “This is a patrol, not a nursery!” Disapproving murmurs rippled through the gathered cats. Alderpaw pushed past his Clanmates and stopped beside Twigkit. “You’re too young to travel to ShadowClan,” he told her gently. “Especially with rogues in the forest.” She stared up at him, her eyes as wide as an owl’s. “That’s why I have to go. I have to make sure Violetkit is safe.” She was trembling. Cinderheart moved closer to the kit and wrapped her tail around her. Rain was soaking Twigkit’s pelt. “Alderpaw is right,” she murmured. “You’re too young to be out in the forest. Especially in weather like this and with rogues around.”

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Twigkit pulled away. “But Violetkit’s my sister! What if they’ve hurt her? She should be with me, where it’s safe.” Alderpaw’s heart twisted. How would he feel if Sparkpaw were in danger? He looked up at his father. “Let me come with you,” he meowed. “I can check on Violetkit and speak to Leafpool while I’m there.” He glanced at Jayfeather hopefully, relieved when he saw Jayfeather nodding. “It would be good to know how much longer Leafpool will be away,” Jayfeather agreed. Bramblestar bowed his head. “Okay, you can come.” Alderpaw bent down and touched his nose to Twigkit’s wet pelt. “I can’t bring Violetkit back with me, but I can make sure she will be safe.” Twigkit looked up at Alderpaw with wide, serious eyes. After a moment she leaned up to nuzzle his cheek. “Okay,” she murmured. “I trust you, Alderpaw.” Alderpaw closed his eyes, feeling the soft fluff of Twigkit’s cheek against his own. I hope I’m worthy of your trust, Twigkit. He heaved in a breath. I hope I can make sure we will all be safe.

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