Thunder and Shadow

Chapter 1

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 y arrow from the coltsfoot.” Jayfeather glared at him with sightless blue eyes.

“Sorry,” Alderpaw mumbled. Nothing he did seem ed to please Jayfeather. Hurriedly he began to peel the wide, lim p y arrow 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 catm int,” Jayfeather mewed. “If we’d gathered more last y ear, we might not have lost Spiderleg.”

At the far side of the medicine den, Briarlight pushed 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 play ing 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 m e,” Alderpaw explained. “She didn’t have any one to play with.”

“What about Lily heart’s kits?” Jayfeather snapped. “They’re her nestmates, aren’t they?”

Leafpool pushed a pile of thyme to one side. “Lily heart’s kits are nearly five moons old,” she rem inded 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 Lily heart had agreed to raise Twigkit along with her own kits, Leafkit, Larkkit, and Honey kit, 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 play ing nursery gam es 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 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 determ ined to claim one of them for his Clan.

Anger surged through Alderpaw. It was m y prophecy! I led the quest that found them. And y et 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 Lily heart? Mem ories of his own kithood with his sister, Sparkpaw, and his mother, Squirrelflight, warm ed 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. Nim bly she caught the leaf between her forepaws.

“She’s agile.” Leafpool watched approvingly.

“She should be play ing 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 im portant 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 obj ect. “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 any time you like.”

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 tim es a day,” Jayfeather snorted.

Alderpaw’s pelt pricked with irritation. It was alm ost as though Jayfeather enjoyed being the grum piest cat in the Clan. At least Twigkit didn’t seem to have heard him. She was happily crossing the den, hurry ing toward Briarlight with her leaf.

“Get on with your work!” Jayfeather’s ears twitched crossly. Not for the first tim e, Alderpaw wondered if the blind medicine cat could read his thoughts. Guiltily he turned his attention back to the y arrow 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 som e com frey back to the elders’ den?” The gray elder glanced at the herb piles hopefully.

Leafpool tipped her head. “Are your joints aching again?”

“Not m ine,” 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 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 com frey between his jaws, Jayfeather brushed past him and headed for the entrance.

Alderpaw glanced at Twigkit. Had som ething 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, Lily heart stretched beside Daisy, soaking up the m eager 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 Honey kit 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 m iddle,” Larkkit mewed.

“Sparkpaw’s and Alderpaw’s nests are there already,” Honey kit 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 em pty.”

Alderpaw glanced at the bare patch of earth. Brightheart, 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 m uscular 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 tum ble of rocks and stopped.

Bramblestar’s expression was grave. “Littlecloud is dy ing.” He dipped his head to Leafpool.

The two medicine cats had known each other a long tim e.

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 medicine-cat apprentice moons ago,” she fretted. “Littlecloud would have som eone 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 cam e here for our help, Jayfeather,” he said in a warning tone.

Alderpaw watched his father, im pressed by his authority. Bramblestar clearly understood that it would do no good to rub m ouse 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. Tawny pelt, 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 problem s.”

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 tum ble. She paused at the top and called over her shoulder, “Alderpaw, travel with m e. I’ll need help carry ing the herbs.”

“To ShadowClan’s camp?” Alderpaw blinked in surprise.

“Of course!” Leafpool whisked her tail.

Jayfeather’s pelt twitched. “Are you going to leave m e to take care of the whole Clan m y self?” he asked crossly.

Leafpool glanced at him, am used. “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 m e 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 tim e. Leafpool will travel to your camp as soon as she can.”

Rowanstar nodded. “Thank you for your help,” he meowed form ally. 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 tum ble 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 am ong the cats in the clearing below. But Whitewing and Brightheart were talking to each other, heads close. Cloudtail had followed Rowanstar out of camp, and Lily heart and Daisy were dozing while the kits clambered along the fallen beech. Bramblestar went on: “To search for Sky Clan.”

Alderpaw’s heart leaped. Thank StarClan! His quest to find Sky Clan had failed. Vicious rogues had driven the long-lost Clan from their home in the gorge. He’d found one Sky Clan 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 Sky Clan. Instead Alderpaw and Needlepaw had found Twigkit and Violetkit, abandoned in a shadowy tunnel. Every one believed now that the two motherless kits would “clear the sky,” but Alderpaw couldn’t help wondering if they needed to find Sky Clan 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 Sky Clan exists,” Alderpaw pointed out.

Only Firestar and Sandstorm had known the truth. Asham ed that the Clans had driven Sky Clan from the forest long ago, Firestar had shared the secret only with the cat he had trusted m ost. But Sandstorm had told Bramblestar, and now Alderpaw, Sparkpaw, Cherry fall, and Molewhisker knew 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 them selves. 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 day s 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 any thing. All Twigkit will know is that a patrol is out… patrolling.”

Alderpaw glanced at the top of the hollow, remembering the long j ourney to the gorge. “Do you think they’ll find Sky Clan?”

“Only StarClan knows.” Bramblestar blinked at Alderpaw. “You’d better get back to your duties. It looks like som e 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?

As Bramblestar turned toward his den, Alderpaw scram bled down the tum ble of rocks.

Twigkit scampered across the clearing to m eet him. “Leafpool says you’re going to ShadowClan.” Her eyes were bright with excitem ent. “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 m om ent whether to ask Leafpool or Bramblestar for permission. Then he im agined 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 honey suckle wall of the elders’ den, in a dip that caught the m orning sun, Graystripe was washing com frey 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 m uzzle, green pulp staining his jaws. “Let m e know if you need help gathering more com frey before the frosts come,” he meowed. “I m ay not be fast enough for m ice these day s, but I can stalk herbs.”

Millie purred. “You can hunt m ice as well as any warrior,” she told him.

“Why bother,” Graystripe asked, “when I can let the youngsters catch them for m e?”

Twigkit squeezed out of the narrow entrance of the bramble nursery. Alderpaw could see that she was carry ing 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 seem ed a sm all 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 sam e one. Lily heart 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 m e?”

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 m essenger. 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.

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 sm ell of pinesap, filled Alderpaw’s nose. The bundle of herbs between his jaws was m aking his tongue tingle.

A ShadowClan patrol, led by Tawny pelt, m et them as he and Leafpool crossed the border.

Alderpaw recognized his father’s coloring am ong the splotches in the tortoiseshell’s m ottled 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.

Tawny pelt greeted them warm ly. “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 carry ing 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 carry ing between his jaws, and he looked hopefully at the y ellow apprentice, wondering if she might offer to help carry his bundle.

Sleekpaw glanced at him haughtily and headed away between the pines.

Alderpaw sneezed.

“Let m e help.” Tawny pelt took the leaves from him gently, tugging them with her teeth. The feather fluttered to the ground, and Alderpaw snatched it up quickly.

Tawny pelt 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 sm ooth, dotted here and there with brambles and rutted occasionally with ditches, and there seem ed 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 m ade 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 scram bled over the rough bark, landing clum sily as Leafpool dropped lightly beside him.

“I don’t see why we need to ask ThunderClan for help,” Sleekpaw meowed loudly.

Tawny pelt 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 sam e way about leading ThunderClan cats to their camp.

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 j oined StarClan moons ago.”

Tawny pelt 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, m arched on through the woods.

Tawny pelt looked apologetically at Leafpool. “Young cats don’t seem to have any respect these day s.”

Young ShadowClan cats, Alderpaw thought crossly. He resented being lum ped in with arrogant furballs like Sleekpaw. He remembered being shocked by how she and Needlepaw had m ocked their elders at the Gathering. Perhaps that was just the way ShadowClan cats were. Needlepaw had always enjoy ed breaking rules. That was why she’d left her Clan to follow him on his quest.

Needlepaw. Thinking about the young she-cat m ade his fur tingle. He couldn’t help adm iring 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. Tawny pelt was already disappearing through a tunnel, 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 m oved 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 m et 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 m aking sure none had been dam aged. “It doesn’t m atter what they taste like; it’s what they do that counts.”

“Leafpool!” A deep mew called across the clearing.

Alderpaw turned to see Crowfrost hurry ing toward them, his black-and-white pelt rippling in the breeze.

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 m e.” 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 m atted, and he looked so sm all, 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 half-closed and cloudy. He wheezed with every breath.

Carefully Alderpaw laid the feather he’d been carry ing 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 m y best.”

“Couldn’t you have sent an apprentice for clean bedding or wet m oss?” Leafpool dem anded.

Dawnpelt dropped her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

Alderpaw felt a wave of sy m pathy 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 m undane duties like m oss gathering.

Leafpool’s gaze softened. “I’m sure you’ve done your best. But we need to get him more com fortable.”

“Should I fetch m oss now?” Dawnpelt offered.

“Not y et.” 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 m ade him j um p. 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. Tawny pelt 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 ly ing 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?

Rowanstar seem ed unruffled. His solem n gaze rested on Leafpool. “I have som ething im portant 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 m e.”

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 tim e! Where is he?

Or have you chosen a she-cat this tim e?” She scanned the camp eagerly.

“Puddlekit’s a tom, and he hasn’t been apprenticed y et,” Crowfrost explained.

“Puddle kit!” 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 m ade 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?”

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 seem ed like m adness to choose a random kit to take care of a whole Clan. Would she agree to help?

Leafpool closed her eyes for a m om ent as though gathering her thoughts. “I suppose a starving cat can’t choose its prey,” she growled. “How long would you need m e 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 stay ed 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—m ore 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 try ing to glim pse 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 prom ise 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.”

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 som e m oss 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 sm ooth 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 m oss 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 m ouse.”

Rowanstar showed his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger. “Do as I tell you.”

Tawny pelt hurried toward them. “Are you being insolent again, Needlepaw?” She glared crossly at her apprentice.

Needlepaw’s eyes rounded innocently. “I was just m aking a suggestion.”

Leafpool shook out her fur and headed across the clearing. “I assum e the nursery is still where it’s always been?”

“Yes.” Tawny pelt followed her. “Grassheart is resting. But 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 m oss?”

“The whole forest is practically one big m oss 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 som ething interesting to say, but Needlepaw beat him to it.

“Every cat around here is really im pressed with m e,” she told him. Her voice echoed around the trees as they em erged 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 m oss from between the roots. “She’s a kit. What else do kits do?”

“Do you play with her?” Alderpaw thought of the gam es he play ed with Twigkit: m oss-ball, cat and m ouse, hunt the acorn…

“She’s a kit.” Needlepaw pulled off a long strip of m oss and flung it toward Alderpaw. “I don’t play kit gam es.”

“But you helped find her,” Alderpaw rem inded her. “Doesn’t that make her special to you?”

Needlepaw glanced at him. “Do you play with Twigkit?”

“When I’m not busy with m y apprentice duties,” Alderpaw told her.

Needlepaw sat back and looked at the pile of m oss she’d collected. “I’m training to be a warrior, not a medicine cat. It takes up all m y tim e. Are you going to help with the m oss 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 m e.”

As she m arched away, Alderpaw grabbed the m oss between his jaws and followed.

When they reached a sm all pool filled with rainwater, he dunked the m oss. The cold m ade his nose ache. As he lifted it out, water dripped onto his chest.

Needlepaw stared at him, her bold green eyes sparkling with am usem ent. “You look like an otter.”

Alderpaw’s fur ruffled along his spine. He turned, self-conscious, and headed toward the camp entrance.

As he carried the sodden m oss into the medicine den, Dawnpelt stood to greet him. Her jaws were green with tansy pulp; Alderpaw could sm ell the sharp tang of it even over the musty scent of the dripping m oss. Needlepaw padded in and stopped beside the entrance, looking curiously at the sick medicine cat. “He looks so sm all,” she com m ented.

“His fur needs washing.” Alderpaw piled the m oss beside Littlecloud’s nest and lifted a clum p of it to the sick tom’s m outh.

Littlecloud’s nose twitched, but he didn’t open his eyes. Turning his head, he lapped helplessly at the m oss. Alderpaw pressed the soaked leaves closer so that the m oisture ran into his m outh.

Littlecloud swallowed with a gasp.

Alderpaw turned to Dawnpelt. “You need to make sure he has water all the tim e.”

Dawnpelt nodded, looking guilty. “Okay.”

As she spoke, Leafpool padded into the den. “Grassheart seem s 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 com m ented. “I’ll m ix som e 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 disappointm ent. 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.”

“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 cam e here.”

“She can’t do every thing by herself,” Alderpaw meowed, feeling a prickle of irritation.

Needlepaw gazed at him for a m om ent, 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 am ong the prickles. He clim bed 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 am azed 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 cam e 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 try ing to persuade her to go out and play with m y kits, but she insists on stay ing indoors and am using herself.”

Alderpaw followed Pinenose’s exasperated gaze and saw a sm all 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 em otion.

Alderpaw’s heart tightened. She looked even lonelier than Twigkit, play ing by herself. “It’s m e, 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.

“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 sam e 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 m e?” 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 lim p 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 y et? She always wanted the fluffiest tail. Has she tasted vole y et? I want to taste vole but Pinenose say s I’m not ready.”

Her words tum bled 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 im agine how he could have grown up without her endless questions and ideas for new gam es.

“Twigkit’s tail is getting fluffier every day, and she tasted her first vole two sunrises ago. She helps m e out in the medicine den a lot and—”

“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 m urm ured. He glanced at Pinenose. The ShadowClan queen was scowling at him. “Besides, I have to go home.”

“Already?” Disappointm ent 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, play ing 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 m y nap.” Tail drooping, she turned and clim bed into the nest to settle in beside Pinenose.

Alderpaw lifted the feather between his teeth and set it 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. Try ing not to show it, he headed for the entrance.

“We’d better go find som e 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.

“May be.” Needlepaw sounded thoughtful. “It could be cool to have a kit following m e around.”

Alderpaw hardly heard her. He was lost in his own thoughts. Violetkit seem ed so lonely. If only there were som ething 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 m et his gaze eagerly. “What?”

Alderpaw lowered his voice. “Why don’t we let the kits m eet?”

“You mean Violetkit and Twigkit?” Needlepaw look puzzled. “But how?”

“We can decide on a m eeting place, then sneak them out one night and take them there.”

“You mean in secret?” Needlepaw’s eyes shone. “While every one’s sleeping?”

Alderpaw nodded, ignoring the guilt worm ing through his belly. Surely Violetkit’s happiness was more im portant than 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 warm ing her gaze. Then she turned back to Alderpaw. “Don’t you just love secrets?”