The Apprentice's Quest

Chapter 9

“I don’t care what you say!” Sandstorm hissed. “I’m going on this quest, and that’s final!”

“It’s out of the question!” Bramblestar snapped back at her. “I asked you here to tell

Alderpaw all you know about SkyClan. I never intended for you to go with him.”

Alderpaw shifted nervously from paw to paw on the sandy floor of Bramblestar’s den. It was the day after his father had told him that he must go on the quest, but so far no decisions had been made about which cats would accompany him.

And it doesn’t look like I’ll be leaving anytime soon, not if Bramblestar and Sandstorm keep on arguing. He had always believed that the two cats got along well together. Now they looked furious enough to claw each other’s pelts off.

“Then you may be Clan leader, but you’re acting like a mouse-brained apprentice.”

Sandstorm’s neck fur was bristling with anger.

“I’m the only—”

“Enough!” Bramblestar lashed his tail.

“Sandstorm, you’re an elder. You’ve made your contribution to our Clan, and it’s been a magnificent contribution. Now you deserve to have the rest of us take care of you. I want you safe in camp, not traipsing about in unknown territory.”

“That’s exactly the point.” Sandstorm’s voice grew quieter, the words forced out through clenched teeth. Alderpaw was glad she wasn’t glaring at him like she was glaring at Bramblestar. “I’m the only living cat who has any idea how to find SkyClan’s camp. And I’m the only one who has met the cats of SkyClan before. They’re more likely to accept me than cats they’ve never laid eyes on.”

As she spoke, the anger in Bramblestar’s face was fading, replaced with a thoughtful expression.

“I understand,” he began uncertainly, “but elders just don’t—”

He broke off at the sound of a patter of paw steps approaching up the tumbled rocks.

Alderpaw turned to see Squirrelflight at the entrance to the den. Bramblestar and Sandstorm exchanged a swift glance, and Alderpaw realized that Squirrelflight didn’t know about SkyClan either.

“All the hunting patrols have gone out,” she reported. “I wanted to ask which warriors you’ve chosen to go with Alderpaw. He’ll need a strong group of cats. I don’t know where his paws will lead him, but I do know there’ll be danger.”

“I will be going with him,” Sandstorm announced, before Bramblestar could reply.

Her green eyes flashed with triumph when Bramblestar reluctantly dipped his head in agreement, but Squirrelflight’s expression was horrified.

“Sandstorm, you can’t!” she exclaimed. “It’s bad enough having to let Alderpaw go. Do you think I want my kit and my mother off on a dangerous quest together? I couldn’t bear it!”

Dangerous? Alderpaw thought, feeling more nervous still.

“Squirrelflight, it will be fine,” Sandstorm meowed. “I may be old, but I’m still strong. And Alderpaw will be in a lot less danger if I go with him.”

“I hate to admit it, but she’s right,” Bramblestar agreed.

Squirrelflight glanced sharply from her mother to Bramblestar and back again, her green eyes glittering. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” she demanded.

“You have to trust me,” Bramblestar responded.

A few tense heartbeats passed while

Squirrelflight held Bramblestar’s amber gaze.

Then she sighed, her tail drooping. “I suppose I do.”

Without further argument, Bramblestar led the way out of the den and onto the Highledge.

Squirrelflight stayed by his side, while

Sandstorm and Alderpaw picked their way down the tumbled rocks to the floor of the camp.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting,” Bramblestar yowled.

All the cats in the clearing turned toward the Highledge. Leafpool and Jayfeather emerged from their den and sat side by side in front of the bramble screen. Lilyheart and Daisy appeared from the nursery and settled themselves near the entrance while Lilyheart’s kits play wrestled around their paws. Cloudtail, Brightheart, and Dovewing slid out from the warriors’ den and took their places at the foot of the rock wall.

Purdy broke off a story he was telling to Snowbush and Ambermoon. “I’ll finish the rest later,” he promised as he padded off to flop down beside Graystripe and Millie near the elders’ den.

Alderpaw looked around for Sparkpaw and spotted her emerging from the thorn tunnel with Cherryfall and Molewhisker. She’s hardly limping at all, he told himself with a burst of pride. I did a good job. All three cats were loaded with prey; they bounded across the camp to drop it on the fresh-kill pile, then joined their Clanmates to listen to Bramblestar.

“Cats of ThunderClan,” their leader began, “I have important news. Alderpaw has had a vision about the prophecy from StarClan. We think that it will help us find what will ‘clear the sky,’ and so he must go on a quest to find the place that he saw in his dream. Because

Sandstorm knows about some of what he saw in the vision, she will be going with him.”

Murmurs of amazement rose from the assembled cats at Bramblestar’s words, and they exchanged glances alive with curiosity.

Alderpaw thought that Graystripe and Millie looked especially shocked to hear that Sandstorm would be part of the quest.

“Why Alderpaw, and not one of the medicine cats?” Thornclaw asked, sounding faintly aggressive.

Leafpool spoke up from her place in front of her den. “Alderpaw is a medicine cat, Thornclaw, and you know that as well as I do.

As for why StarClan chose him…” She shrugged. “I’m sure they knew what they were doing.”

“More important, why

Sandstorm?”

Brightheart asked, with an affectionate glance at the ginger she-cat. “She’s an elder; she’s earned her rest.”

“Because I was afraid she would claw my ears off if I forbade her from going,” Bramblestar responded drily.

“And I would have,” Sandstorm muttered.

“There are reasons why I believe Sandstorm is vital to the quest,” Bramblestar went on.

“Now all that’s left is to choose warriors to join the group.”

Several enthusiastic yowls greeted his words.

“I’ll go!”

“Let me!”

Sparkpaw scampered up to Alderpaw and pressed herself against his side, her eyes shining. “I’ll come and help you!” she mewed.

“Oh, thank you!” Alderpaw responded, his relief at the thought of having his sister with him flooding over him.

Then he noticed that Bramblestar and Squirrelflight, up on the Highledge, were exchanging dubious glances. Cherryfall, who had followed her apprentice, shook her head sternly. “Bramblestar decides who will go,” she told Sparkpaw. “And he’s not likely to choose an apprentice for a quest like this.”

Shaken, Alderpaw gazed up at Bramblestar.

“Please,” he begged desperately, “can’t

Sparkpaw come?”

Bramblestar paused, clearly torn, while

Squirrelflight leaned closer to him and murmured something into his ear. She looked horrified at the thought of both their kits risking themselves on this quest.

The Clan leader and his deputy spoke together quietly for a few heartbeats. Then Bramblestar turned back to the cats in the clearing. “Very well,” he meowed. “Sparkpaw may go with you. And in that case,” he added, raising his voice to be heard above Sparkpaw’s squeals of triumph, “Cherryfall and Molewhisker will join the group as well.”

The two cats exchanged delighted glances.

“You leave at dawn tomorrow,” Bramblestar finished. “And may StarClan light your path.”

“Alderpaw! Come on! Wake up!”

Sparkpaw’s voice seemed to come from a long way away. Alderpaw opened his eyes, blinked blearily, and made out her face right next to his, her green eyes gleaming in the shadow of their den.

“Wake up!” she repeated, prodding him hard in the side. “It’s time to go. This is your quest, mouse-brain, and you’re still asleep.”

Alderpaw stretched his jaws into a massive yawn and staggered to his paws. He had lain awake for so long the night before, thinking about the quest, that it felt as if he had only been sleeping for a heartbeat.

Following Sparkpaw, he scrambled through the ferns that shaded the apprentices’ den and headed out into the clearing, holding his head and tail high to hide how nervous he felt.

The dawn air was damp and chilly, striking deep into Alderpaw’s fur. Above his head the sky was washed with the pale light of dawn, and a faint breeze was rustling the trees on top of the hollow.

It seemed to Alderpaw that the whole of ThunderClan was out in the clearing, most of them clustering around the medicine cats’ den.

Their excited murmurs sounded like the buzzing of a whole colony of bees.

Alderpaw and Sparkpaw pushed their way through the crowd to join Jayfeather and Leafpool outside their den. Cherryfall, Molewhisker, and Sandstorm were already waiting there, and Leafpool was distributing small leaf wraps of herbs to them.

“There you are!” Jayfeather mewed to the two apprentices. Alderpaw had expected to be scolded for being late, but for once Jayfeather sounded friendly. “Come and have some traveling herbs.”

Leafpool set down two more leaf wraps in front of Alderpaw and Sparkpaw. Alderpaw delicately separated the herbs with one paw, studying them carefully.

“That’s sorrel to quench thirst.” Jayfeather identified the herbs by sniffing at each one.

“Daisy to keep your joints supple, and—” He broke off, then added, “But I guess you know all this. You’re really starting to learn your herbs.”

“Chamomile to ease tiredness, and burnet for strength.” Alderpaw identified the other two herbs in the mixture. He was happy at Jayfeather’s praise. He and Leafpool have been treating me differently since they talked to Bramblestar about my vision, he reflected.

It’s almost as if they think that there’s more to the quest than they know about, and they believe I know the truth. He suppressed a shiver. And, of course, I do know.

Jayfeather nodded at Alderpaw’s accurate description. “Good. We give these herbs to every cat who needs to travel. They’ll help keep you going even if you don’t have the chance to hunt.”

“They taste weird,” Sparkpaw commented as she licked up her share.

Jayfeather rolled his eyes but said nothing.

While Alderpaw was eating his share of the herbs, he noticed that Bramblestar had appeared and had drawn Sandstorm away from the other questing cats. The two of them were having a quiet conversation, their expressions serious.

Alderpaw caught a few words.

“If this secret gets out, it could be devastating for the Clans,” Bramblestar meowed.

“But StarClan gave Alderpaw this vision…,” Sandstorm began. Alderpaw lost the rest of what she said as the cats moved away.

Uneasiness stirred in Alderpaw’s belly. This was his own quest, and yet there was so much about it that he didn’t understand. And suppose I give away the secret about SkyClan? I wouldn’t mean to, but… what would happen then? He heaved a massive sigh. At least Sandstorm is coming with us, and she can advise me.

At last Bramblestar stepped back from Sandstorm with a nod of agreement, and he bounded across the camp to climb up to the Highledge.

Sandstorm padded over to Alderpaw and rubbed her cheek against his, her green eyes shining with pride in him. “You look worried,” she murmured.

“I heard part of what you and Bramblestar were saying,” Alderpaw confessed. “It sounds like he doesn’t trust me.”

“Nonsense!” Sandstorm responded. “It’s not that Bramblestar doesn’t want you to know about SkyClan; he doesn’t want any cat to know. It’s not his feelings about you. It’s his guilt about what the four Clans allowed to happen to SkyClan.”

But that was seasons and seasons before Bramblestar was born, Alderpaw thought. Why should he feel bad about it? It wasn’t his fault.

“I’m not sure I understand,” he mewed.

“Maybe you will in time,” Sandstorm responded.

Alderpaw dipped his head respectfully.

“Thank you, Sandstorm. I’m glad you’re coming with us.”

“Cats of ThunderClan!” Bramblestar called from the Highledge. “Alderpaw has had an important vision—and this vision is to set him off on a quest that, I predict, will prove as important to our Clan as the one that Dovewing undertook as an apprentice, when the drought came and she saved our lake.” Dovewing raised her tail proudly.

Alderpaw was aware of every cat turning to stare at him. He was startled to see the respect and admiration in their eyes. He ducked his head in embarrassment and stared at his paws. I really don’t deserve this.

“The medicine cats’ prophecy told us that unless we embrace what we find in the shadows, the sky will never clear. Alderpaw’s vision gives us hope that the cats of ThunderClan can find what lies in the shadows, and if so, then our Clan will prosper.”

The whole of ThunderClan erupted into enthusiastic yowling. “Alderpaw! Alderpaw!”

Alderpaw froze, almost wishing that a big owl would swoop down and carry him off. Then Sparkpaw gave him a nudge. “Come on, slow mole!” she meowed, giving him an affectionate glance. “It’s time to go.”

Alderpaw straightened, bracing himself.

“I’m glad you’re with me, Sparkpaw,” he murmured.

To his relief, Sandstorm took the lead as he and the other questing cats headed for the thorn tunnel. The rest of ThunderClan padded along with them, calling out their good wishes.

“Best of luck, Alderpaw!”

“Keep safe!”

“May StarClan light your path!”

At the last moment, before Alderpaw and Sparkpaw stepped into the tunnel, Squirrelflight bounded up to them. Alderpaw saw fear in her eyes, but her voice was brisk as she meowed, “Don’t you dare get yourselves killed! I want to hear all about it when you get back.”

“We’ll be careful,” Alderpaw promised.

“I’ll look after him,” Sparkpaw added with an impudent glance at her littermate.

Squirrelflight touched noses with each of her kits, then took a pace back. Alderpaw was aware of her gaze on him until he headed into the tunnel.

This is it! The quest has really begun!

The sun was rising as Alderpaw’s group headed through the forest toward the lake, strong rays of sunlight striking through the trees and making patterns on the forest floor.

Alderpaw remembered how vast and frightening the territory had seemed when he first left the camp. Now he found it familiar and safe.

“How long will this quest take?” Sparkpaw asked, bouncing along at his side. “Where’s the place you saw? I want to know more about your dream—no, wait, your vision.”

“I have no idea where the place is, or how far it is,” Alderpaw replied, feeling a prickle in his pelt at his littermate’s questions. “And I can’t really talk about it. It’s medicine-cat stuff.”

“Oh, come on, you can tell me. Were there cats in your vision? What did they look like?

What did they say?” she persisted, her eyes sparkling eagerly.

Alderpaw’s nervousness increased under the flood of questions, until he felt like he had rats gnawing at his belly. He wished he could tell the truth to the other cats; it felt really awkward having to lie. Especially to Sparkpaw. I’ve never kept secrets from her before.

He staggered sideways as Sparkpaw gave him a hard prod in his side. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked crossly. “I’m only trying to help. I want to find what lies in the shadows and save ThunderClan. So how do you know your vision’s got something to do with the prophecy? Huh?”

“Sparkpaw, stop nagging your brother,” Sandstorm meowed tartly, pausing to let the younger cats come up with her. “You heard him.

It’s medicine-cat business.”

Sparkpaw glared for a couple of heartbeats, then shrugged, relaxing. “Okay. I’ll find out soon enough, anyway.” She bounded over to Cherryfall, who had moved into the lead. “What do you think?” she asked. “What does

Alderpaw’s vision mean?”

Alderpaw let out a sigh of relief. He was secretly pleased that Sparkpaw hadn’t been cowed by the rebuke. He felt bad enough for hiding things from her without getting her into trouble as well.

“I’d answer that better if I knew what the vision was,” Cherryfall replied patiently.

“Wouldn’t we all?” Sparkpaw responded, flicking a glance at her brother. “But you must have some ideas, Cherryfall. What do you think we’ll find at the end of the quest?”

“What we need to, I guess,” Cherryfall mewed.

“Something that will help clear the sky,” Molewhisker added. Then he muttered, “Whatever that means.”

“I think it might mean we find some new hunting grounds,” Sparkpaw announced. “I hope it does. Then we—”

She broke off as they came to the edge of a clearing where a squirrel was sitting upright among the grass, nibbling at something held in its front paws. Instantly Sparkpaw darted off, her tail flowing out behind her.

But the squirrel was too fast even for her.

Spotting her at once, it raced for the nearest tree, swarmed up the trunk, and vanished into the branches. A few leaves drifted down around

Sparkpaw, who stood looking up with a frustrated expression on her face.

“We all know you’re a quick learner,” Cherryfall mewed teasingly as Sparkpaw returned to the group with her tail drooping.

“But do you really need a new hunting ground already? It seems like you still have something to learn on the one we have.” She suppressed a mrrow of laughter.

Sparkpaw didn’t respond, only giving her chest fur a few furious licks to cover up her embarrassment.

For a moment Alderpaw felt bad for her. He knew exactly how it felt to lose prey.

“Well, I think we should stop and hunt for a while,” Sparkpaw meowed. “There’s a lot of prey here, and who knows how much there’ll be once we’ve left our territory?”

“No, I think we should keep going and hunt later,” Alderpaw objected. He guessed that Sparkpaw just wanted another chance to prove what an awesome hunter she was. “We have a long way to go.”

“And Thunderpaths to cross,” Sandstorm added. “Graystripe helped me work out a route so that we don’t have to cross the mountains, but it means more danger from Twolegs and monsters.”

“Huh, Thunderpaths!” Sparkpaw sniffed dismissively. “Purdy told me all about them.

They’re no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Sandstorm’s neck fur began to bristle. “Are you mouse-brained? Cats have died on Thunderpaths.”

“Well, I still think we ought to hunt now,” Sparkpaw retorted, bristling in turn. “Last time I checked, we can’t fill up on herbs and bits of chewed-up bark!”

Alderpaw lashed his tail in frustration. I’m supposed to be in charge, but Sparkpaw still thinks she can boss me around. And she’s arguing with an elder!

He drew his lips back in the beginning of a snarl, ready to snap at his sister. But Sandstorm forestalled him, her neck fur lying flat again and her voice calm.

“Sparkpaw, even though you’re both young cats in training, this is Alderpaw’s quest, and his vision. You need to listen to him. He’s right.

We should continue on, not stop to hunt before we’ve even left our own territory.”

Sparkpaw ducked her head, her tail drooping. “Fine,” she muttered. “Sorry.”

Alderpaw puffed out his chest, pleased that Sandstorm had backed him up and announced that he was the leader. All the same, he didn’t like to see his sister miserable. As they set out again, he brushed his tail along her side. “It’s okay,” he whispered.

They emerged from the trees on the lakeshore not far from the stream that marked the border with WindClan. Alderpaw had been this way before, when they’d gone to the Gathering, and he felt quite confident as he splashed through the shallow water and led the way alongside the lake.

With his Clanmates clustered closely around him, Alderpaw glanced up to see if any of the leggy WindClan warriors were in sight, but nothing moved on the bare hillside.

“Good,” Molewhisker murmured. “I’d just as soon get away without WindClan knowing we’re gone. StarClan knows what rumors would start if any cat saw us.”

Sandstorm nodded. “They might even follow us. Come on, Alderpaw, pick the pace up a bit.”

Alderpaw sped up into a fast lope along the pebbly lakeshore, and his Clanmates followed him until they reached the WindClan border near the horseplace. Now and again he cast swift glances at the moor, and once he thought he saw a flicker of movement among some gorse bushes, but no cat emerged to challenge them.

When they crossed the border and stood near the horseplace, Alderpaw halted. He felt a fluttering in his belly. “You’d better lead now, Sandstorm,” he meowed. “You’re the only one of us who has been this way before.”

Sandstorm nodded. “We have to climb the ridge,” she responded, pointing upward with her tail to where a steep hill, dotted here and there with thickets of trees, led to a bare ridge many fox-lengths above their head. “I’ll never forget the night we arrived here,” she murmured, her green eyes deep with memory. “We climbed that ridge from the other side, and we had no idea where StarClan was leading us. Then we reached the top and saw the lake, and the spirits of our warrior ancestors reflected in the water.” She sighed. “It was one of the most wonderful nights of my life.”

She paused for a moment, then gave her pelt a shake. “Let’s go.”

Alderpaw and the others followed Sandstorm on the tough climb up to the ridge.

She led them past the clustered Twoleg dens of the horseplace, then alongside a fence made of some shiny Twoleg stuff.

“Look!” Sparkpaw whispered excitedly to Alderpaw. “Horses!”

Alderpaw recognized the huge animals from how Daisy had described them in the nursery.

There were two of them—one dark brown and one mottled gray—standing together in the shade of a tree, gently whisking their tails to and fro.

“They’re not dangerous unless you bother them,” Sandstorm mewed briskly. “And they won’t come on this side of the fence.”

All the same, Alderpaw was relieved when they left the horses behind and scrambled up the last few tail-lengths to the top of the ridge.

Reaching it, he halted, his paws frozen to the ground.

“Wow!” Sparkpaw breathed out, coming to stand beside him. “I didn’t know the world was so big!”

Gazing out in front of him, Alderpaw saw that the ground fell away sharply, sweeping down into a wide valley with stretches of woodland and what looked like a hard black snake winding across it. Beyond it were masses of trees, the huddled dens of an enormous

Twolegplace—far bigger than the one by the lake where they had gone to collect catmint—and fields and hills stretching away on every side until they became hazy with distance.

A shiver passed through Alderpaw, as if he were being stabbed by masses of icicles, all at once. Glancing back, he could still see the lake with the Clan territories around it, the only place he had known all his life. Ahead, everything was unknown. It was even more frightening than his journey to the Moonpool, because then he had been following a path the other medicine cats had traveled before him.

Now he was taking his Clanmates where there were no familiar paths.

“Can you see the place in your vision?”

Sparkpaw asked him. Her eyes were bright with excitement as she took in the vast landscape.

Alderpaw peered around, trying to make out the rocks of the gorge, but it was Sandstorm who replied.

“Of course not. That place is much too far away.”

“Great StarClan!” Sparkpaw squeaked. “You mean there’s more of it?”

“Much more,” Sandstorm told her. “And the sooner we get going, the sooner we’ll arrive.

Come on: I’d like to cross the Thunderpath down there before nightfall.”

Alderpaw realized she meant the black snake-thing. It was so different from the little

Thunderpath that ended at the lake, separating ShadowClan territory from RiverClan.

Glittering objects, which looked like tiny beetles at this distance, were speeding back and forth along its length.

“When we get there,” Sandstorm went on, “you will not cross before I tell you to. Is that quite clear?” she added, with a hard look at Sparkpaw.

Sparkpaw nodded, as cheerful as ever after her earlier scolding. “Sure, Sandstorm.”

With Sandstorm in the lead, the five cats headed down the slope and soon came to a wide stretch of woodland. Even though it wasn’t as thick as the forest, Alderpaw was grateful to be back under the shade of trees, enjoying the warm scents and the long grass underpaw.

Gradually he became aware of voices from somewhere up ahead. But as they grew louder, he realized they were not the voices of cats, or of any other animal he had come across before.

The hairs on his pelt began to rise.

Sandstorm halted, raising her tail as a sign for the others to do the same. “Twolegs!” she hissed.

“Really?” Sparkpaw’s eyes were alight with interest. “Can we go and see?”

Sandstorm hesitated. “It’s not a bad idea for you to get an idea of what they’re like,” she replied at last. “But we’re not here to gawk at Twolegs, and don’t you forget it.”

More cautiously she led the way forward.

Alderpaw had to admit that he was just as curious as his sister. So far he had only glimpsed Twolegs now and again, mostly near the greenleaf Twolegplaces, and always from a distance. He had never heard their raucous voices, or gotten close enough to discover what they were really like.

Skirting a bramble thicket, Sandstorm stood screened behind a clump of ferns and beckoned with her tail. “Okay, come and look, but don’t let them know you’re here.”

Alderpaw crept forward, with Sparkpaw by his side, and peered through the ferns. A group of five Twolegs, all different sizes, were sitting in a clearing. Just beyond them was a stretch of ground covered by the black Thunderpath stuff, with one of the glittering things—this one bright red—crouching under a tree.

“What’s that?” he whispered to Sandstorm.

“A monster,” Sandstorm murmured in reply.

“They’ll kill you if they catch you with those big black paws. But that one looks like it’s asleep, so it’s probably safe for now.”

“And what are the Twolegs sitting on?”

Sparkpaw asked. “They look like tree trunks, but sort of flat.”

Alderpaw thought that was a good description. There was a bigger flat trunk, too, with big leaf wraps scattered upon it. They must have held prey, because the Twolegs were stuffing something into their mouths.

Sparkpaw passed her tongue over her jaws.

“I’m hungry,” she complained. “And whatever that is, it smells good!”

Alderpaw’s pelt bristled with fear to see the Twolegs so close, to hear their harsh voices and to pick up their weird scent. But he was fascinated too.

“They have hardly any fur,” he murmured.

“Are they sick? I remember Leafpool telling me about a sickness that made cats lose their fur. But these Twolegs all seem to have it.”

Turning to Sandstorm, he asked, “Why don’t their medicine Twolegs help them?”

Sandstorm’s green eyes were gleaming with amusement. “They’re not sick,” she explained.

“That’s just what Twolegs look like.”

Then they look pretty stupid, Alderpaw thought, his pelt smoothing out as he wondered why he had been scared of them at all.

Suddenly the smallest Twoleg kit leaped up from the flat tree, letting out a loud yowl. To Alderpaw’s horror it set off at a stumbling run toward the cats, waving its forepaws in the air.

Its round face was red, and crazy sounds were coming from its mouth.

“It’s seen us!” Cherryfall gasped.

At the same moment Sandstorm snapped out a command. “Don’t run! We’ll get separated. Hide!”

Forcing himself to move, Alderpaw darted back to the bramble thicket and thrust his way into it, feeling the thorns rake through his pelt.

He could hear Sparkpaw burrowing close by.

“StarClan-forsaken thorns!” she muttered.

Molewhisker’s voice came from further away. “We should have known! Twolegs are always trouble.”

Alderpaw could hear the Twoleg kit’s voice rising to a shriek. Then the lower-pitched, adult

Twoleg voices drew closer, and the ground shook with the trampling of their huge, clumsy paws. Alderpaw crouched as small as he could and hoped that all his Clanmates were well hidden.

Finally the sounds died away and the footsteps retreated. Alderpaw worked his way backward out of the thicket and stood shaking his pelt. He felt as if every thorn in the forest were sticking into him.

Then he noticed that Sparkpaw had emerged and returned to the edge of the clearing to peer through the ferns again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, creeping up to her side. “Do you want the Twolegs to catch you?”

“It’s okay; they’re leaving,” Sparkpaw replied. “Come and watch. It’s really interesting.”

Curious in spite of himself, Alderpaw parted the fern fronds so that he could see. The three Twoleg kits were climbing into the monster. The adult Twolegs were collecting the leaf wraps from the big flat tree trunk; then they crossed the clearing and dropped them into a Twoleg thing that looked like a rock with a tiny cave at the top.

“That’s food!” Sparkpaw whispered. “I can smell it. But why are they putting it in there?”

“Maybe that’s where Twolegs store food,” Alderpaw suggested. “I expect when they’re hungry they’ll come back for it.”

“No.” Alderpaw jumped to realize that Sandstorm had padded up beside him. “That’s just where Twolegs leave their extra food when they don’t want it anymore.”

“How could they not want it?” Sparkpaw asked. “It smells amazing!”

Alderpaw tasted the air, and his jaws began to water at the delicious scent that flooded over him. He realized how hungry he was.

“Twolegs are very strange,” Molewhisker commented, as he and Cherryfall padded up to join the others.

Alderpaw watched as the two adult Twolegs also got into the monster with their kits. He started as the monster woke up with a ferocious roar, flooding the air with an acrid scent, then swiveled around and moved off, its black paws rolling faster and faster on the black

Thunderpath stuff until it disappeared among the trees.

“Did the monster just eat them?” Sparkpaw asked, her eyes stretched wide with horror.

Sandstorm shook her head. “No, the monsters just let Twolegs ride inside them. I don’t even try to understand it.”

“I told you Twolegs are strange,” Molewhisker mewed. “And that goes for their monsters, too. Mind you,” he added after a moment, “they may be strange, but some of their food is really tasty. I’m not too keen on Twolegs, but it would be mouse-brained to let their food go to waste when it’s right there.”

He waved his tail at the open-topped rock.

The cats glanced at one another.

“I’m not sure… ,” Sandstorm murmured.

“You know that warriors don’t eat kittypet food.”

“It’s not kittypet food,” Cherryfall argued.

“It’s Twoleg food.”

“Well… okay,” Sandstorm agreed reluctantly. “You see if you can get it out of there. I’ll keep watch.”

She stayed by the ferns at the edge of the clearing while Sparkpaw eagerly led the way over to the rock. Alderpaw looked up; there was shiny black stuff poking out of the cave at its top, and its sides were shiny silver with no paw holds.

“How are we going to get in?” Molewhisker asked, sounding as if he didn’t really expect an answer.

Cherryfall tried climbing up, but her paws skidded on the smooth surface of the rock, and she slipped back before she got anywhere near the top. “Mouse dung!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve got an idea!” Sparkpaw’s fur bristled and her tail bushed out with excitement. “Stand back, all of you.”

She trotted back for several fox-lengths, then raced and took a flying leap to the top of the rock, balancing precariously on the cave’s edge.

“Come down!” Cherryfall yowled. “You’ll fall in, and how will we get you out?”

“I’m fine!” Sparkpaw squealed.

She swayed to and fro as she gripped the top edge of the cave with her paws. The rock tilted with her weight and suddenly tipped over.

Sparkpaw leaped to safety as the rock thumped to the ground and masses of Twoleg stuff spilled out of it.

“There you go,” Sparkpaw panted, a smug look on her face. “Easy.”

Molewhisker put his head into the cave, Twoleg leaf wraps crackling under his paws, and emerged with a lump of something in his jaws.

Alderpaw breathed in more of the enticing smell.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Dunno,” Molewhisker mumbled around his prey. “Some kind of bird, I think. Go and get some. There’s plenty.”

Sparkpaw instantly followed, dragging out a huge piece of the bird. “This is so big it must have been an eagle,” she meowed. “I’ll share it with Sandstorm.”

Alderpaw and then Cherryfall ventured in and collected some of the prey for themselves.

“Thanks, Sparkpaw,” Alderpaw murmured as he joined the group beside the ferns. “You’re really good at hunting Twoleg prey, too!”

Biting into his piece of fresh-kill, Alderpaw realized that it tasted even better than it smelled. But as he gulped it down, he began to feel a prickling in his pelt, as if some creature was watching him. He tried to tell himself not to be stupid, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling.

A rustling sound came from the trees.

Alderpaw tensed, glancing back over his shoulder.

Maybe the crazy Twoleg kit came back?

Or maybe the Twolegs weren’t really done with their food after all.

But the rustling died away, and there was nothing to be seen. Alderpaw tried to pick up a scent, but the aroma of the delicious Twoleg prey swamped everything else. He turned back to finish his food, trying to tell himself that he was imagining things.

It’s weird… I just have the feeling that we’re being watched.