Eclipse

Chapter 19

Jaypaw wanted to claw his brother’s ears to make him listen. Please understand! “We have to find Sol!”

Squirrelflight stirred beside him. “Who?” she breathed.

She’s awake!

Jaypaw leaned down and pressed his nose to his mother’s pelt. She felt warmer. Not hot, though. No infection. He laid his pad on her flank. Her breathing was steadier, not too fast.

She was recovering from the shock of her injury.

“How’s Lionpaw?” Squirrelflight asked faintly.

“I’m right here.” Lionpaw brushed her ear with his nose.

“What about Hollypaw? Was she wounded?”

“Hollypaw’s fine too,” Jaypaw reassured her. “We’re all fine.”

The ferns rustled as Squirrelflight lifted her head. “Has the sun vanished again?”

“Look!” Jaypaw encouraged her to open her eyes. “It’s still shining.”

Squirrelflight rested her head down. “StarClan must be angry with us.”

“Not us,” Lionpaw mewed. “It’s WindClan they’re angry with.”

It’s got nothing to do with StarClan. Jaypaw patted the ferns around his mother’s head. It was like taking care of an anxious kit.

Hollypaw stirred. “Is she awake?” She jumped to her paws.

“Squirrelflight?”

“Is that you, Hollypaw?”

Hollypaw buried her nose in her mother’s fur. “I was so scared you were going to die!”

Squirrelflight managed a soft purr. “I’ll never leave you, little one,” she promised.

Paw steps scuffed toward them, and Jaypaw scented Brightheart.

“I saw her move!” The one-eyed warrior’s mew was filled with hope.

“She’s awake,” Jaypaw told her. “No sign of fever, and her breathing’s strong.”

“Shall I fetch Leafpool?” Brightheart offered.

Jaypaw shook his head. “She’s sleeping. I think we should wake her only if the bleeding starts again or Squirrelflight starts to get restless.”

“How did these feathers get here?” Squirrelflight was sniffing at the soft blanket covering her. She pawed weakly at her bedding. “And the ferns?”

“We built a nest around you,” Hollypaw told her.

“Thank you.” Pride warmed Squirrelflight’s mew. “I have such brave, kind kits.”

“You should rest, Squirrelflight,” Brightheart warned.

“You lost a lot of blood.”

“Yes,” Squirrelflight breathed, the ferns rustling around her.

“She’s closing her eyes,” Hollypaw whispered. “We should leave her to sleep.”

“You three should be resting too,” Brightheart advised. “I’ll watch Squirrelflight until Leafpool wakes up.”

Jaypaw’s fur tingled. This could be their chance to go look for Sol. “Thanks, Brightheart.” He forced his voice to sound tired. “Come on,” he called to Lionpaw and Hollypaw. “Let’s go get some sleep.”

He paused as soon as he was sure they were out of earshot of Brightheart.

“What is it?” Hollypaw stopped beside him. “You’re all jumpy.”

“We have to find Sol!”

“What?”

Lionpaw sighed. “Jaypaw’s got it into his head that this stranger knows why the sun vanished.”

“How?” Hollypaw’s breath stirred Jaypaw’s whiskers.

“Because he warned us it was going to happen!” Jaypaw didn’t wait for another of Hollypaw’s dumb questions. “We’ve got to go now, while the Clan thinks we’re sleeping.”

Lionpaw padded around his sister. “We have to go with him,” he warned. “He’ll only go by himself if we don’t.” He stopped and looked at her. “Are you fit enough?”

“Yes.” Hollypaw nodded. “My rest did me good. But wait.”

She hurried away and returned a few moments later with a stale shrew.

Jaypaw wrinkled his nose. “You’re not going to eat that?”

“I’m starving. Aren’t you?”

“No.” Jaypaw was too anxious to bother with food. He could eat later. “Just hurry up.”

Hollypaw began to gulp down her meal.

“Is Brightheart watching us?” Jaypaw asked Lionpaw.

“She’s watching Squirrelflight,” Lionpaw told him. “She’s got her back to us.”

“Who else is in the clearing?”

“No one else,” Lionpaw told him. “They’re all in their dens.” He paused. “Firestar’s on Highledge.”

“But he’s sleeping.”

Surprise bristled from Lionpaw’s pelt. “How did you know?”

“I can hear his breathing.” Jaypaw sniffed the air. Graystripe was guarding the camp entrance. “We’ll have to sneak out through the dirtplace tunnel.”

“Not again!” Lionpaw sighed. “Are you sure we really need to find this Sol?”

Jaypaw clawed the ground. “He could hold the answer to everything!”

Lionpaw leaned closer. “You mean the prophecy, don’t you?”

And StarClan. And the Tribe of Endless Hunting. Who else might share the secret? “I’m just guessing,” Jaypaw admitted. “But I’ve got to find out.”

Lionpaw nudged Hollypaw. “Are you finished?”

“Yes!” Hollypaw answered, still chewing. She belched loudly as Jaypaw led them along the thorn barrier toward the dirtplace tunnel.

Jaypaw flicked her nose with his tail. “Hush!”

“Sorry.”

“Wait!” Lionpaw warned. He pressed Jaypaw down behind a clump of grass. “Brightheart’s looking around.”

“Has she seen us?” Jaypaw whispered, heart thumping.

Lionpaw held his breath. “No,” he mewed at last. “She’s watching Squirrelflight again. It’s safe to go.” He straightened and began to pad forward.

“Wait!” Jaypaw hissed, and dragged him back by his tail.

There were more cats coming.

Lionpaw ducked down beside him. “What is it now?”

Birchfall and Berrynose were padding one after the other through the dirtplace tunnel, back into camp.

“I beat off two WindClan warriors single-pawed,” Berrynose boasted.

“They may be fast, but they’re small,” Birchfall meowed.

“Once you get hold of them, it’s easy to knock them off their paws.”

“Unlike RiverClan,” Berrynose sneered. “They must do nothing but eat. They’re more like fat, furry fish than cats!”

Jaypaw held his breath as their paw steps passed and disappeared into the warriors’ den.

“How was I meant to know they were coming through the tunnel?” Lionpaw muttered. “I can’t see through thorns.”

“Try using your ears!” Jaypaw snapped.

They squeezed through the dirtplace tunnel, and Jaypaw felt a wave of relief to be safely out in the forest, even though the stench of dirtplace lingered in his nostrils. He led Hollypaw and Lionpaw up the slope toward the lake. There was a patch of brambles they could hide behind while they decided which way to head.

“So?” Hollypaw prompted once they’d halted behind the bush.

Jaypaw sniffed the air. He had a faint hope that he could still pick up some of Sol’s scent. After all, it hadn’t rained since his visit. But the battle had drowned the forest in unfamiliar scents. Four Clans had fought here. No trace of Sol remained.

“Dustpelt took him back to the WindClan border,” Lionpaw reminded him.

“That’s where I saw him,” Hollypaw mewed excitedly. “On the moorland.”

“He won’t be there now then,” Jaypaw mewed.

Lionpaw’s tail swished the leaves. “Why not?”

“Because he’s been there.” Jaypaw felt certain that Sol knew about all four Clans. He’d sought out Firestar on purpose.

He’d been on WindClan’s land. It made sense that he would want to make contact with the other Clans as well. Jaypaw just hoped he hadn’t gone looking for RiverClan. That was on the other side of the lake, too far to go and come back before their Clanmates noticed they were missing. “He would have gone to ShadowClan next,” he mewed firmly, though he wasn’t completely certain. He was worried that his littermates wouldn’t follow him if they thought he hadn’t a clue where he was leading them.

“How can you be sure?” Lionpaw asked.

“I just am,” Jaypaw lied.

“But we can’t go onto ShadowClan’s territory!” Hollypaw gasped.

“You did,” Jaypaw reminded her.

“That was an emergency,” Hollypaw argued. “I had to go.”

“This is an emergency too!”

“But we don’t know he’s there. Not for certain.” Hollypaw sat down. “I didn’t see any strangers in the camp when I was there.”

“Maybe he hadn’t arrived by the time the battle started,” Jaypaw mewed.

Lionpaw rubbed a paw through his whiskers. “Hollypaw’s right. We can’t risk crossing into ShadowClan territory. There’s just been a battle. They’d shred us.”

“It’s not like you to be scared,” Jaypaw taunted.

“I’m not scared for me; I’m scared for the Clan,” Lionpaw snapped.

Hollypaw let out a long breath. “He’s right,” she mewed.

“ShadowClan were our only allies. We can’t risk annoying them.”

Jaypaw flicked a paw crossly through the leaf litter. They were getting nowhere.

“Why don’t we head up through our territory?” Hollypaw suggested. “We might find some trace of Sol near the border.

If you’re right and he is trying to get to ShadowClan, he has to cross our territory to go the quickest route.”

“That makes sense,” Lionpaw agreed. “And a loner like him would have steered well clear of the battle.”

“Okay,” Jaypaw agreed. He padded out from the shelter of the bramble, and promptly tripped over a fallen twig.

“I’ll lead the way,” Lionpaw offered.

Jaypaw felt a familiar flicker of frustration, but pushed it away. This was too important. He was closer than he’d ever been to getting answers about the prophecy.

They trekked away from the lake, pushing deeper into the woodland than any of them had ever been. The forest floor became unfamiliar beneath their paws. The broad oak and beech leaves, so smooth on their pads, gave way to small, scrunched-up hazel. Jaypaw couldn’t even scent the lake anymore, and the woodland became denser. Smaller trees clustered closer, and they had to weave along a winding path.

The soft foliage of ferns and berry bushes gradually petered out, and the smell of prey became fainter. Twigs scratched their pelts.

The land was sloping steadily upward, and Jaypaw could smell mountain air drifting down through the trees.

“We’ve reached the edge of our territory!” Lionpaw announced.

Jaypaw sniffed. A few stale ThunderClan scent marks dotted the trees, and beyond them, no ThunderClan scent at all.

His heart began to pound as he followed Lionpaw across the scent line, relieved to feel Hollypaw’s pelt brushing his. It felt like stepping off the edge of the world.

Lionpaw stopped. “I can smell something.”

Jaypaw hurried to catch up and sniffed the twigs beside Lionpaw. “That’s him!” He recognized Sol’s scent straightaway. “He’s been here.” The tom’s smell was faint, worn away by the breeze, but unmistakable. Jaypaw padded forward, letting his nose lead him. Another scented twig! They had found Sol’s path.

“He was definitely heading toward ShadowClan,” Hollypaw observed.

“What if he’s crossed into their territory?” Lionpaw asked.

“Let’s deal with that if it happens,” Jaypaw urged. He couldn’t lose Sol now.

They trekked onward, following Sol’s trail as it skirted the top of ThunderClan’s border. Suddenly Jaypaw scented ShadowClan. He halted and pricked his ears. There was no sound of a patrol, no cats rustling the undergrowth.

“It’s just their scent markers,” Lionpaw reassured him.

“We’ve reached the top of ShadowClan’s border.”

Jaypaw felt a surge of triumph. He’d been right. Sol had been seeking out ShadowClan. But fear also stirred in his belly.

What if Sol’s trail veered down into ShadowClan territory?

Would Lionpaw and Hollypaw agree to cross the border with him? How would he find his way without them? He padded on, acutely aware of the ShadowClan scent line as it followed their path through the forest.

The trail drew them onward, a twig here, a leaf there, each lightly brushed by Sol’s pelt. Jaypaw felt excitement growing with each discovery until, suddenly, the scent ended. He spun around, tasting the air.

Nothing!

Lionpaw pushed on, sniffing the undergrowth. “No sign here!” he called back.

No!

Jaypaw darted forward, desperate to find another clue. He tripped on a rock sticking out of the ground. Pain seared his paw, and he licked at it furiously.

“Are you okay?” Hollypaw was beside him.

“Fine,” he replied through clenched teeth. The pain was easing. No damage.

“I guess we’ve lost him.” Hollypaw sighed.

Panic fluttered in Jaypaw’s belly. “Let’s try another direction.”

“He might have headed across the ShadowClan border,” Lionpaw mewed grimly.

“Let’s look!” Jaypaw urged.

Lionpaw stiffened. “No.”

“Wait!” Hollypaw darted away.

“Where are you going?”

She was back at his side by the time Jaypaw had finished his question.

“I’ve found a piece of fur,” she mewed. “It’s long, with a mixture of tortoiseshell and white hairs. It must be Sol’s.”

Jaypaw sniffed at the hairs she’d dropped on the ground beside him. It was Sol’s! “Where did you find it?” he demanded.

“In the grass over there,” Hollypaw mewed. “You can even see where he’s walked. The grass is crushed.”

“But the path leads away from ShadowClan’s border,” Lionpaw pointed out. “I thought you said he’d be heading for their camp.”

“I must have been wrong.” Jaypaw shrugged. He didn’t care where Sol was going. He just wanted to find him. He plunged into the grass, sniffing as he went, following the scent trail of pawprints. He let his mind reach out into the forest, hoping to pick up some sense of the stranger. But he found nothing but unknown smells and unfamiliar territory.

A thorn scratched his cheek. Jaypaw leaped back. Brambles were trailing across the path.

“Careful.” Lionpaw slid past him, pressing back the tendrils to let Jaypaw pass.

Hollypaw tugged his tail gently with her teeth. “Let me go in front,” she suggested. “There are brambles everywhere.”

Jaypaw let her pass without arguing. His pelt was tingling.

They must be near Sol now! The scent from the trail had grown stronger ever since they left the ShadowClan border.

At last he was going to find out why the sun vanished. Was it connected to the prophecy?

“Ow!” Hollypaw yelped, and jumped backward, crashing into Jaypaw.

Lionpaw stumbled behind them. “Watch where you’re going!”

“A thorn scratched my nose,” Hollypaw whimpered.

Jaypaw could smell blood. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she mewed. “I just didn’t see it. It’s getting dark.”

Jaypaw suddenly realized how late it must be. He’d thought the air had chilled because they were closer to the mountains here. But the sun must be sinking in the sky. He felt a jolt of guilt as he detected waves of exhaustion flooding from Hollypaw. She’d fought a battle already today, and now they’d traveled far from the hollow. He focused on Lionpaw, who had pushed on ahead. His brother seemed as strong as ever, untouched by tiredness.

“Perhaps we should stop for a while,” Jaypaw called. “So Hollypaw can rest.” For the first time he noticed how weary he felt too. His paws ached, their pads raw from walking, and his muscles were tender from being tense for so long. So much for being more powerful than StarClan! He felt like any other apprentice, rooted to the earth by the need for sleep and food.

“Lionpaw?” he called again, suddenly anxious. He turned to Hollypaw. “Can you see him?”

“He’s only a few tail-lengths ahead,” she mewed. “He’s crouching down…” Her voice trailed away.

“What is it?” Jaypaw’s heart leaped. Had Lionpaw found something?

Hollypaw lowered her voice. “A Twoleg nest,” she hissed.

“Through the trees. I can just make it out.”

Jaypaw hurried to catch up to Lionpaw, Hollypaw matching him step for step.

“It’s abandoned,” Lionpaw reported as they crouched beside him. “Like the one in our territory.” He sniffed. “Half the walls are down, and there’s no roof at all.”

Hollypaw bristled. “I can smell Twolegs.”

Jaypaw wrinkled his nose. The stench was stale and old.

“They’ve not been here in a while,” he mewed.

“Come on,” Lionpaw urged. He began to creep forward, keeping low. “Stay close.”

Jaypaw followed, pressing against Hollypaw, conscious of how much he needed her to guide him along the tangled path. He struggled to build an image in his mind of the forest around him, but he could picture only darkness. The wind hissed through the trees, rattling the branches. Jaypaw pricked his ears, hoping for birdsong. Nothing. They must be asleep. He sniffed. No prey scent at all, not even mouse. Frustrated and confused, he followed Lionpaw, feeling utterly blind.

The ground beneath his paws turned to pebbles and then smooth stone. The breeze stopped ruffling his ear fur.

“Are we inside the Twoleg nest?” he asked Lionpaw. His mew echoed strangely.

“In the entrance,” Lionpaw whispered.

“Can you see anything?” Jaypaw’s whiskers twitched in disgust at the foul-scented air ahead of them.

“It looks empty,” Lionpaw murmured.

Jaypaw’s heart sank. How much farther were they going to have to travel in search of Sol? He jerked in surprise as Hollypaw spun around beside him, pelt bristling.

A deep voice sounded behind them.

“Are you looking for me?”