Path Of Stars

Chapter 13

Beetle flexed his claws. “He’s trying to stir up trouble.”

Slash flattened his ears. “I should claw your ears off for trespassing on my land.”

Thunder faced the rogue leader, anger hardening his belly. Overhead, clouds darkened the sky.

“Your campmates need help, not another fight.”

“They brought the danger here themselves.” Slash didn’t even glance at the injured cats littering the clearing. “Anyway, they don’t need help from a couple of cowardly group cats.”

Thunder stared at him in disbelief. “We helped you fight the dogs off!”

Lightning Tail padded to Thunder’s side. “Your cats are so starved, they couldn’t defend themselves properly.” He jerked his muzzle toward Beech. “And you clearly don’t care whether they live or die.”

“Why should I?” Slash’s pelt rippled along his spine. “They’re cowards. They fight like kits.”

Thunder’s paws trembled with fury. “They fight like foxes!” How could Slash despise the cats he was supposed to protect? Didn’t he feel any responsibility for them at all?

Fern padded into the clearing, her eyes wide. She glared at Slash, her eyes blazing with anger.

“You don’t care about us at all. You never have!”

Dawn was lifting Pine and Drizzle from their hiding place among the reeds. She glanced at Fern, her expression somber.

Moss bristled beside her, his gaze on Slash. “Fern’s right. You ordered us to steal, then kept the prey for yourself and your friends.” His glanced at Splinter and Beetle. The vicious toms glared back at him and moved closer to Slash. “You’ve been treating us terribly for a long time! We practically starve, while you let food rot.”

Dawn took a step toward Fern. “They’re right,” she said, looking nervously from the black she-cat to Slash. “You say you want to train us to fight, but you abuse your own cats.”

Fern nodded at Dawn, then turned back to Slash, eyes narrowed. “We’ve put up with you for too long,” she hissed. “You call the group cats weak, but look who fought alongside us. Maybe we’d be better off in a group! We’d definitely be better off without you.”

Better off in a group? Thunder’s pelt prickled with concern. Could the groups accommodate all these cats? Would they?

A tabby tom crossed the clearing and fell in beside Slash. “Why don’t we just leave?” he hissed to Slash. “These mouse-hearts don’t appreciate you, Slash. Let them try to make it on their own!”

Slash narrowed his eyes. “That’s a good suggestion, Snake. I’m wasting my time here.” He flicked his tail toward Splinter and Beetle. “Are you coming with me?”

“Why would we stay here?” Splinter lifted his chin.

Beetle shook out his pelt. “Let these vermin die alone.”

Thunder stared at Slash. I’d never let my group down like this! “They’re your campmates!

They’re injured—and they’re right, you’ve let them down! How can you be so heartless?”

Slash shrugged. “If you’re so worried about them, why don’t you look after them?”

Thunder stiffened. Slash’s words echoed the question he’d been turning over in his mind—a question he couldn’t quite answer. Can I care for these cats? There was barely enough prey in his forest to feed his own group. But he couldn’t just leave these battered cats here. They clearly needed help.

Moss’s eyes lit with outrage. “No one needs to look after us!” he snarled.

“We’ll take care of ourselves better than you ever did!” Fern squared her shoulders.

Dawn wrapped her tail around Pine and Drizzle, who were trembling, their fluffy fur spiked. “We shouldn’t have put up with you for so long.”

Thunder felt a rush of admiration for the rebelling rogues. And yet how would they recover from this? They were half-starved to begin with. And now they were wounded. They might say they wanted to look after themselves, but could they?

Whatever happened, at least they would be free from Slash. He met the rogue leader’s gaze. “I don’t think you’ll be missed.”

Slash glanced at Splinter. “Let’s get out of here. It reeks of fear.” He glanced once more around his campmates, then headed for the entrance.

Splinter, Beetle, and Snake followed.

An orange she-cat hurried after them. “Can I come too?”

Slash turned and looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Don’t you want to stay with these weaklings, Swallow?” he asked mockingly.

Swallow flattened her ears. “I don’t want to live like prey,” she growled. “I’m a hunter.”

Slash blinked at her approvingly. “Then you’d better come with us.”

He headed through the gap in the reeds. As Splinter, Beetle, Snake, and Swallow filed after him, Thunder’s claws itched. He wanted to chase after the heartless cowards and claw their ears off. But there had been too much fighting already. Too many cats were hurt. He didn’t want to drag them into another battle.

Fern’s mew took him by surprise.

“We should fetch Pebble Heart.”

He blinked at her.

“When I was with Tall Shadow’s group, he helped heal his campmates,” she went on. “And he tended to Quiet Rain when she was dying. He might be able to help here.”

“You’re right.” Thunder dipped his head to Fern. “I don’t know if he can help all these cats, but I know he’ll try.”

“I’ll fetch him.” Lightning Tail headed for the camp entrance.

Moss started after him. “Should I come too?”

Lightning Tail answered without stopping. “I know the forest,” he called. “I’ll travel faster alone.”

Thunder watched his friend race out of the camp, impressed by his decisiveness. Even after the battle with the dogs, the black tom was still fired with courage and determination. I’m lucky to have such strong support—and so is my group. He padded toward Stone and sniffed his muzzle. Scenting death, he backed away, his pelt pricking. He glanced at Beech’s body and shivered. These cats would still be alive if Slash had kept them well fed and had fought as their friend. Dogs were dangerous, but they were dumber than badgers. A loyal, united group could easily outthink and outfight them.

“Thunder?” Drizzle’s small mew made him turn. The young kit was staring at him. “Will Slash come back?”

Thunder hesitated. The kit looked frightened. He wanted to promise her that everything was safe now, but how could he? Who knew what Slash would do next?

Dawn leaned down and licked the she-kit’s head. “We don’t know, dear,” she murmured between laps. “But Moss and I will protect you, whatever happens.”

Thunder felt responsibility weigh like a stone in his belly. He must help these cats. But how? As he wondered what to do, the reed entrance rustled. Was Lightning Tail back already? He looked up, his heart jumping as Violet hurried into camp. A pigeon dangled from her mouth, and her eyes were wide with fear.

She dropped her catch. “We smelled blood!” She stared around the camp, her ears flattening as she saw her wounded campmates. She raced to Frog, who was lying in the shadow of the camp wall.

Blood stained the earth around him. “What happened?”

Before anyone could answer, Juniper and Raven followed her in. Each carried a mouse. They dropped their catch, their pelts bushing as they saw the ravaged camp.

Raven’s nose twitched. “Dogs!”

Juniper stiffened. “Have you seen Red? He was hunting with us in Twolegplace. He wanted to explore an alley. We told him we’d meet up with him later, but he never turned up.”

Willow narrowed her eyes. “He led the dogs here.”

“Here?” Juniper’s tail twitched fearfully. “Is he hurt?”

Fern glanced at Willow anxiously. “He ran away,” she murmured.

Juniper and Violet exchanged glances.

“Mouse-heart,” Willow hissed.

Violet looked past the pale tabby, her ears twitching as she saw Beech’s body. “Is she dead?” She hurried to sniff the she-cat’s matted fur.

“Stone was killed too.” Moss limped toward the burly tom’s body.

Juniper’s eyes widened. “Are the kits okay?” She scanned the camp frantically until her gaze reached Pine and Drizzle, huddling beside Dawn.

Dawn scooped them closer with her tail. “They were safely hidden, thanks to Thunder and Lightning Tail.”

“Who?” Juniper blinked at Thunder, but Thunder hardly noticed the tortoiseshell’s green gaze. He was watching Violet.

The beautiful she-cat was staring at him, her warm amber eyes brimming with gratitude. “You saved the kits? Are you Thunder or Lightning Tail?”

Thunder shifted his paws, his pelt suddenly hot. “I’m Thunder. But, er… Lightning Tail helped.”

He dropped his gaze. Looking at Violet made his heart beat too fast.

Fern padded forward. “They helped us fight off the dogs.”

Thunder stared at his paws. “I just wish we’d managed to save everyone.” He lifted his gaze to meet Violet’s, feeling suddenly shy.

She was watching him with soft eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured.

A striped yellow she-cat hobbled forward. Blood matted the fur on her shoulder. “Slash has abandoned us.”

An orange tom struggled to his paws at the edge of the clearing. “He called us mouse-hearts.” He sounded hurt.

Violet lashed her tail. “What would you expect from that fool? We’re not mouse-hearts, Ember.”

The striped she-cat blinked at Violet uncertainly. “Perhaps we should have tried harder to fight off the dogs.”

“Bee!” Violet padded toward the she-cat and sniffed her bleeding shoulder. “Look at you. Look at you all! You must have fought with the courage of eagles!”

Bee glanced at her anxiously. “But Slash is gone. What are we going to do now?”

Violet lifted her chin. “We’re going to take care of our injuries and share this prey.” She prodded the pigeon with her paw. “Tonight, no one will sleep with an empty belly.”

As she spoke, paws sounded outside the camp. Lightning Tail charged in, Pebble Heart at his heels, holding a thick wad of cobweb between his jaws. He paused and surveyed the cats, his eyes glittering with apprehension. Then he hurried to Frog. The mottled gray tom was the only cat who hadn’t struggled to his paws. Dropping his cobweb beside the rogue, Pebble Heart began sniffing his pelt. Then he ran his paw over his spine and down his legs. His gaze darkened.

Thunder hurried to Pebble Heart’s side. “Is it bad?” The scent of blood filled his nose.

“I can clean his wounds and stop the bleeding.” The gray tom lowered his voice. “But there’s a jagged lump in his spine.”

A chill crept into Thunder’s fur. For the first time since the fight he was aware of the cold wind whipping across the marsh. “Is it broken?”

“I hope not,” Pebble Heart whispered. “It may just be swollen. Only time will tell.”

Violet joined them. “How can I help?” She blinked at Pebble Heart.

Pebble Heart ripped a pawful of cobwebs from his wad and placed it at her paws. “We must make sure every wound is cleaned before the bleeding is stanched. Make sure that—”

Violet didn’t let him finish. “I understand.” She hooked the cobweb between her mouth and one paw and padded toward Fern. “Where are you hurt?” she asked, sniffing the other she-cat’s pelt.

Pebble Heart raised his voice. “Everyone who is hurt must wash their wounds thoroughly. If there’s a scratch you can’t reach, let your campmates wash it for you.”

Dawn hurried toward Bee. Pine and Drizzle ran after her.

Moss began to sniff Ember’s pelt. “There’s a wound under your chin,” he told the tom.

“Take care of your own wounds.” Ember nodded toward the blood welling above Moss’s eyes.

Violet turned toward Thunder. “Are you hurt?”

“No—” Thunder gasped suddenly as pain throbbed through his forepaw. He lifted it, surprised to find puncture wounds in his fur. Had the terrier managed to bite him? He hardly remembered.

Violet hurried toward him. “Dog bites can turn nasty.” She sat down, lifted his forepaw between hers, and began to gently clean his wounds with long laps of her tongue.

Thunder snatched his paw away, his pelt burning.

Violet stared at him in surprise. “I’m sorry.” Her ears twitched anxiously. “I was just trying to help.”

Thunder’s tongue seemed to twist into knots. “I can do it,” he mumbled.

Violet shrugged. “If you like.” She turned to Lightning Tail. “Are you hurt?”

Lightning Tail shook his head. “Not a scratch,” he told her. “But I’ve always been lucky.”

Pine and Drizzle huddled close to Dawn as the queen washed a wound behind Bee’s ear. Pine was staring toward the camp entrance. Drizzle crouched so close to her mother, she was almost hidden beneath the queen’s orange-and-white fur.

Rain was beginning to fall from the gray, heavy sky.

Thunder’s heart twisted as he saw fear in the kits’ eyes. What if Slash did come back? And what about the dogs? Now that they knew there was a rogue camp here, they might return. What if they were part of a bigger pack? He glanced around at the wounded, undernourished cats. They were in no state to defend themselves from another attack.

“You can’t stay here,” he murmured.

Violet jerked her muzzle toward him. “What?”

“This camp’s not safe anymore,” Thunder met her gaze solemnly. “You need to find a new home.”

Violet blinked at him through the thickening rain. “And where exactly are we supposed to go?”