A Dangerous Path (22 page)

“That's right,” agreed Cinderpelt, emerging from her den. Limping over to Fireheart so she could speak to him without Lostface overhearing, she went on, “To be honest, there's not much more I can do for her. She just needs time to get strong.”

“How long?” Fireheart asked. “I need to talk to her—and it's time Cloudtail was going back to his warrior duties. I know Sandstorm wants him for her hunting patrol.” He gave his kin a sympathetic glance, still admiring him for his loyalty to Lostface.

Cinderpelt shrugged. “I'll have to let Lostface decide when she feels ready to leave my den. Have you thought about what's going to happen to her now?”

Fireheart shook his head. “Officially she's a warrior….”

“And you think she'd be happy among you ruffians in the warriors' den?” Cinderpelt let out a mew of exasperation. “She still needs someone to look after her.”

“I think she could go and live with the elders, at least while she's still getting stronger.” It was Cloudtail who spoke; he had padded over to join Fireheart and the medicine cat. “Speckletail is still grieving in the elders' den for Snowkit. It would do her good to have another cat to care for.”

“That's a brilliant idea,” Fireheart meowed warmly.

“I'm not sure,” Cinderpelt objected. “What's Speckletail going to think? You know how prickly and proud she is. She
wouldn't like the idea that you were doing her a favor by trying to distract her from Snowkit's death.”

“Leave Speckletail to me,” Fireheart meowed. “I'll tell her that
she's
doing
me
a favor by looking after Lostface.”

“That might work,” agreed Cinderpelt. “And when Lostface is a bit better, she could help the elders and free up the apprentices for other duties.”

“Let's ask her,” meowed Cloudtail. He bounded back to Lostface's side and pressed close to her. “Lostface, Fireheart wants to talk to you.”

Fireheart followed. “Lostface, it's Fireheart.” Her ravaged face turned slowly toward him. “Would you like to go and stay with the elders for a while?” he suggested. “It would be a load off my mind if you could help look after them—the apprentices have too much to do as it is.”

Lostface gave a nervous start and looked at Cloudtail with her one good eye. “I don't have to, do I? I'm
not
an elder.”

Cloudtail pressed his muzzle against her wounded face. “No one will make you do anything you don't want to.”

“But you'd be doing me a favor,” Fireheart added quickly. “Speckletail's still grieving for Snowkit, and it will do her good to have a young, energetic cat around.” As Lostface still hesitated, he went on: “It's just until you get your strength back.”

“And when you're strong again, I'll help you train,” Cloudtail added. “I'm sure you'll be able to hunt with your good eye and ear. It'll just take a bit of practice.”

Lostface's eye began to glow with hope, and she nodded
slowly. “All right, Fireheart. If that's the best way I can be useful.”

“It is, I promise. And Lostface”—Fireheart crouched down beside her and gave her a reassuring lick—“is there anything you can tell me about that day in the forest? Did you see what attacked you?”

Lostface's flicker of confidence died, and she shrank back against Cloudtail again. “I don't remember,” she whimpered. “I'm sorry, Fireheart; I don't remember.”

Cloudtail licked her head comfortingly. “It's all right; you don't have to think about it now.”

Fireheart tried to hide his disappointment. “Never mind. If you do think of anything, tell me right away.”

“
I'll
tell you one thing,” Cloudtail growled. “When we find out who did this to her, I'll make crowfood of them. I promise you that.”

A full moon crossed the sky
behind thin wisps of cloud as Bluestar led her warriors to the Gathering. Fireheart was already uneasy. In spite of her declaration of war against StarClan, Bluestar had insisted on going. “How can I trust you to lead the Clan?” she had spat at her deputy when he had asked her which warriors he should take. Fireheart had simply bowed his head in obedience, but he could still feel the pain of knowing that his leader was convinced he was a traitor.

He also had his doubts about including Graystripe, but his friend had begged desperately to be allowed to come. “Please, Fireheart! I'll be able to get news of Featherkit and Stormkit,” he had meowed. Fireheart knew that Graystripe was inviting hostility from RiverClan by appearing so soon after the battle at Sunningrocks, and had half hoped that Bluestar would refuse. But the ThunderClan leader had merely flicked her tail dismissively. “Let him come. You're all traitors, so what does it matter?”

Now Fireheart bunched together with the other ThunderClan warriors to follow Bluestar down the slope. As they emerged into the hollow, the first thing he saw was
Tigerstar and Leopardstar sitting side by side, watching approvingly as a group of their apprentices scuffled playfully with eachother. Fireheart's fur crawled as he saw those two together. He still had no evidence that Tigerstar was plotting revenge on his former Clan, but Leopardstar would certainly be feeling hostile after her Clan's defeat at Sunningrocks.

“You've done a good job there,” meowed Leopardstar to her companion. “Those are strong young cats, and they've learned their fighting moves well.”

A purr rumbled in Tigerstar's chest. “We've made some progress,” he agreed. “But there's a long way to go yet.”

A pair of tumbling apprentices rolled right up to their leaders' paws and Leopardstar shifted backwards to give them more room. The young ShadowClan cats were certainly muscular and well fed, Fireheart thought; he could hardly believe they were the same scrawny creatures who had almost died when the sickness swept through their Clan. He exchanged an uneasy glance with Graystripe; sooner or later, he was sure, ThunderClan would have to meet these skilled fighters in battle.

At a word from Tigerstar the apprentices stopped their playful skirmish and sat up, licking their ruffled fur. The two leaders began to make their way toward the Great Rock. Fireheart spotted Bluestar already waiting at its base, but he couldn't see Tallstar, the WindClan leader.

As the ThunderClan cats dispersed to meet with warriors in other Clans, he noticed Graystripe hurrying up to a plump bracken-colored she-cat, and caught the scent of RiverClan
from her. Fireheart felt a pang of anxiety as he watched his friend. He trusted Graystripe absolutely, even though he would always have one paw in RiverClan while his kits were there. But several ThunderClan warriors would doubt his loyalty if they saw him so eager to talk to a RiverClan cat.

“Mosspelt, how are you?” Graystripe greeted the she-cat. “How are Featherkit and Stormkit?”

“Featherpaw and Stormpaw now,” replied Mosspelt proudly. “They've just been apprenticed.”

“That's great!” Graystripe's yellow eyes were glowing as he turned to Fireheart. “Did you hear what Mosspelt said? My kits are apprentices now.” He glanced around. “They're not here, are they?”

Mosspelt shook her head. “They're too newly apprenticed for that. Maybe next time. I'll tell them you were asking after them, Graystripe.”

“Thanks.” Graystripe's excitement faded and was replaced by anxiety. “What did they think when I didn't come back from the battle?”

“Once they knew you weren't dead, they coped well,” replied Mosspelt. “Come on, Graystripe; it wasn't much of a shock. Every cat in RiverClan knew you would go back eventually.”

Graystripe blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Really. All the time you used to spend mooning around on the border or looking across the river. All the stories you told those kits about what you and Fireheart used to get up to when you were apprentices…It wasn't hard to see that your
heart had never left ThunderClan.”

Graystripe blinked again. “I'm sorry, Mosspelt.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” retorted Mosspelt briskly. “And you can be sure that your kits will be well cared for. I'll keep an eye on them, and Mistyfoot and Stonefur are mentoring them.”

“They are?” Graystripe's eyes lit up again. “That's great!”

Fireheart felt a pang of misgiving. Mistyfoot and Stonefur were both fine warriors, but he wondered why they had agreed to mentor Graystripe's kits. Mistyfoot had been a good friend to their mother, Silverstream, and so she might be expected to take an interest. But she and her brother had reacted with such hostility when he told them that Bluestar was their mother that Fireheart was surprised they wanted anything to do with kits who were half ThunderClan. Or was it possible that they wanted to teach the kits to be especially hostile toward their father's Clan?

“You'll tell them how proud I am, won't you?” Graystripe meowed urgently to Mosspelt. “And remind them to do what their mentors tell them?”

“Of course I will.” Mosspelt let out a reassuring purr. “And I know Mistyfoot will help you keep in touch with them. Leopardstar might not like it, but…well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her.”

Fireheart had his doubts; after her rejection of Bluestar, Mistyfoot might not want anything more to do with ThunderClan. He suspected she would feel more loyal than ever to RiverClan and Graypool, the cat she had always loved as her mother.

“Thanks, Mosspelt,” mewed Graystripe. “I won't forget all you've done.” He looked around as yowling sounded from the top of the Great Rock to signal the start of the meeting.

Turning, Fireheart saw that all four leaders were now assembled, their pelts shining in the moonlight as they stood looking down at the cats below. He paid little attention as the leaders formally opened the meeting. Instead, he wondered whether Bluestar would mention the terrible assault on Swiftpaw and Brightpaw, and whether any of the other leaders had similar news. Fireheart almost hoped that they had, because that would prove that the dark force in the forest was not a threat to ThunderClan alone, and so had not been sent by StarClan to punish Bluestar's challenge to them. Fireheart couldn't help thinking it was something greater even than that, a huge shadow that encompassed the whole forest; something that did not know the warrior code and regarded the cats merely as its prey.

When Tallstar had finished, Tigerstar stepped forward. He gave a quick summary of how ShadowClan's training program was progressing, that another new litter of kits had been born, and that three apprentices had been made into warriors. “ShadowClan grows strong again,” he finished. “We are ready to take a full part in the life of the forest.”

Fireheart wondered if that meant
ready to attack our neighbors.
He waited with a sinking heart for Tigerstar to make a case for expanding his territory. The ShadowClan leader had paused and was gazing down at the assembled cats as if he had something particularly important to say.

“I have a request to make,” he began. “Many of you know that when I left ThunderClan, two kits of mine were in the nursery. They were too young then to travel, and I am grateful to ThunderClan for the care they have given them. But now it's time for them to join me in the Clan where they rightfully belong. Bluestar, I ask that you give me Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw.”

Yowls of protest from ThunderClan warriors broke out before Tigerstar had finished speaking. Fireheart was too stunned to join in. He had been concerned all along that meeting with his kits at Gatherings would not be enough for Tigerstar, but he had never expected a public demand for the kits to be handed over to ShadowClan.

Bluestar drew herself up and waited for the noise to die away before she replied. “Certainly not,” she meowed. “These are ThunderClan kits. They are apprenticed now, and they will stay where they belong.”

“In ThunderClan?” Tigerstar challenged her. “I think not, Bluestar. The kits belong with me, and
my
warriors will take care of their apprentice training.”

By that argument, Fireheart thought, Graystripe's kits should be returned to ThunderClan, although he guessed that Bluestar wouldn't want to reopen that debate with RiverClan. He was relieved to see that Bluestar was not going to back down easily. “Your concern is natural, Tigerstar. But you can be sure that the kits will receive the best possible training in ThunderClan.”

Tigerstar paused again, his gaze sweeping around the
clearing, and when he spoke again it was not just to Bluestar but to the whole audience of cats. “The ThunderClan leader tells me how well my kits will be trained under her guidance—but ThunderClan have a poor record in looking after their young cats. One kit carried off by a hawk. One apprentice savaged to death and another permanently crippled when they were sent out alone without a warrior. Does any cat wonder that I'm concerned about the safety of my kits?”

Gasps of horror came from all around the clearing. Fireheart gaped up at the ShadowClan leader. How had Tigerstar learned about Swiftpaw and Brightpaw? It was too soon for news to have traveled to ShadowClan, except…
Darkstripe!
Fireheart thought, flexing his claws in anger. That treacherous warrior must have gone straight to Tigerstar and blurted out everything!

In his fury Fireheart missed Bluestar's reply, and when he made himself concentrate Tigerstar was speaking again. “I don't see what's so difficult,” he meowed smoothly. “After all, it won't be the first time that ThunderClan has handed over kits to other Clans. Will it, Bluestar?”

Fear clenched in Fireheart's belly. Tigerstar was referring obliquely to Mistyfoot and Stonefur. Graypool had told Tigerstar that they had been born in ThunderClan. Fireheart thanked StarClan that Tigerstar did not know the names of the kits or who their mother was. But what little he knew was more than the rest of ThunderClan.

Fireheart glanced sideways at Stonefur, sitting only a couple of tail-lengths away. The blue-gray tom had drawn
himself up, his head erect, and he was staring up at the Great Rock. His gaze was not fixed on Tigerstar, Fireheart noticed, but on Bluestar, and the expression in his eyes was one of pure hatred.

Digging his claws into the ground, Fireheart waited for the ThunderClan leader's response. He could see how shaken she was, and when she managed to reply every word seemed to catch in her throat like thorns. “The past is the past. We must judge each situation on its own merits. I will think carefully about what you say, Tigerstar, and give you my answer at the next Gathering.”

Fireheart doubted that Tigerstar would consent to wait for a whole moon, but to his surprise the ShadowClan leader dipped his head and stepped back a pace. “Very well,” he agreed. “One more moon—but no longer.”