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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:14:01 GMT -5
Dedicated to those who have been here since the beginning. Let's finish this journey together! <3
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At long last the finale of this trilogy has become a reality! If you haven't read the first and second books--Uncast Stones and Gathering Storm--feel free to click the links to read it! I'm super excited to bring Shadowheart's journey to an end. It has been a long journey, and I am both relieved and excited to bring this story to a close! Thank you all for your support over the past three years!
Hawk continues to leave devastation in his wake; and Shadowheart is determined more than ever to stop him. As more of his past comes together piece by piece, Shadowheart must make a difficult decision--one that will seal the fate of the Clans forever.
 
"Dark Horizons is a gripping read which is sure to provide a breathtaking end to an ambitious trilogy. The plot twists in this saga don't stop coming, setting up plentiful subplots while also building towards the central drama. As always, ✲ριкαƒυєу✲’s dialogue and action are spot on, vividly creating a world that feels like canon. The character development is also strong, as the young characters from the earlier books grow up and choose their sides in the upcoming struggle. However, although the pacing has picked up from the earlier books, I feel that too much time is spent on side characters such as Stonetail, which slows the momentum of the main plot. I would recommend Dark Horizons to anyone who likes ‘realistic’ Warriors, as well as long, twist-filled reads.
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-~Sapphire~
Prologue (3rd Post)
Chapter One (3rd Post)
Chapter Two (3rd Post)
Chapter Three (3rd Post)
Chapter Four (3rd Post)
Chapter Five (3rd Post)
Chapter Six (3rd Post)
Chapter Seven (3rd Post)
Chapter Eight (3rd Post)
Chapter Nine (3rd Post)
Chapter Ten (3rd Post)
Chapter Eleven (4th Post)
Chapter Twelve (4th Post)
Chapter Thirteen (4th Post)
Chapter Fourteen (4th Post)
Chapter Fifteen (4th Post)
Chapter Sixteen (4th Post)
Chapter Seventeen (4th Post)
Chapter Eighteen (4th Post)
Chapter Nineteen (4th Post)
Chapter Twenty (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-One (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Two (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Three (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Four (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Five (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Six (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (5th Post)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (5th Post)
Chapter Thirty (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-One (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Two (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Three (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Four (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Five (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Six (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (6th Post)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (Coming soon!)
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:14:40 GMT -5
LeafClan
Leader: Foxstar- Dark ginger-and-white she-cat with amber eyes.
Deputy: Longwhisker- Ginger tabby tom with unusual long whiskers. Has green eyes.
Medicine Cat: Sleetwhisker- Fluffy light gray tom with blue eyes.
Apprentice: Pinefrost (Russet-furred she-cat with white paws. Has green eyes)
Warriors:
Dawnrise- Dappled ginger she-cat with long soft fur. Has amber eyes.
Sagepelt- Gray tabby tom with white paws and silver eyes.
Hollycloud- Long-haired black she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Larkpaw
Amberfur- Tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes.
Timberfall- Dark brown tom with green eyes. Has a large notch in right ear.
Softstep- Small gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes.
Alderleaf- Dark ginger tabby tom with white front paws. Has green eyes.
Lionclaw- Thick-furred, golden tabby tom with amber eyes.
Rainfall- Dark gray tabby tom with silver eyes.
Ivyfrost- Black she-cat with white paws. Has yellow eyes.
Firelight- Small ginger tabby she-cat, with white paws and chest tuft. Has dark blue eyes.
Apprentice: Sparrowpaw
Shadowheart- Mottled gray tabby tom with white paws. Has dark gray ear tips, and flecked pelt. Has bright blue eyes.
Apprentice: Ravenpaw
Sandpool- Pale ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Snowfoot- Dark gray tom with one white paw. Has blue eyes.
Brownclaw- Light brown tom with dark brown paws. Has yellow eyes.
Redfur- Calico she-cat with brown eyes.
Silverleaf- Silver tabby tom with green eyes.
Apprentices:
Ravenpaw- Small black she-cat with amber eyes.
Larkpaw- White tom with ginger tabby splotches. Has blue eyes.
Sparrowpaw- Fluffy brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Queens:
Cloudflight- Long-haired white she-cat with yellow eyes. (Mate to Lionclaw. Mother to Lynxkit, Leopardkit, and Tigerkit.)
Yellowsky- Golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes. (Mate to Rainfall. Mother to Batkit, Mousekit, and Volekit.)
Elders:
Frosttail- Black she-cat with a white tail tip, and chest tuft. Has yellow eyes.
Jayeyes- Silver tabby tom with ice blue eyes.
Nettleleaf- Dusty brown she-cat with green eyes. Retired early due to leg injury.
BreezeClan
Leader: Skystar- Lean, well-muscled, silver tabby tom with light green eyes.
Deputy: Ashheart- Gray (with darker flecks) she-cat with blue eyes.
Medicine Cat: Dustpool- Light gray-and-white she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Sootfur (Dark gray tom with blue eyes)
ReedClan
Leader: Icestar- Large, long-haired, albino tom with red eyes
Deputy: Stonetail- Large dark gray tabby tom with bright blue eyes
Medicine Cat: Littletail- Fluffy cream-furred she-cat with a short tail. Has brown eyes
Apprentice: Waterpaw
PineClan
Leader: Blackstar- Jet black, lithe she-cat with bright amber eyes
Deputy: Ravenwing- Black tabby tom with yellow eyes
Medicine Cat: Krestelsong- Calico she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice: Frostpaw
Cats Outside the Clans
Lily- Slender dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with silver eyes.
Dune- Dark ginger tabby tom with a yellow eye. Has a blind right eye.
Pine- Russet-furred she-cat with white paws. Has green eyes
Cinder- Dark gray she-cat with black ear tips. Has bright blue eyes.
Hawk- Brown tabby tom with scars all over his body. Has yellow eyes.
Rock- Muscular brown tom with amber eyes.
Boulder- Dark gray tom with green eyes.
Splash- Silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Holly- Spiky black-furred she-cat with green eyes
Leaf- Light brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Spike- White-and-black tom with blue eyes
Adder- Cream tabby tom with brown eyes
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:15:09 GMT -5
Prologue
Stars glittered coldly in the dark night sky. A stiff leaf-fall breeze rolled across the moor, blowing the heather softly. Moving along quietly, a tom made his way through. Senses alert to any possible patrols, he kept low to avoid being seen; thankful that his dark tabby pelt made him blend easily in the shadows. Ears flat, he scurried along the moorland to seek cover in the trees.
Stepping into the forest, the tom was nearly blown away by the serene feeling that overcame him. Spending his entire life in the twolegplace, he had never once set foot into the forest beyond. The ground underpaw was soft while scents of earth, pine, oak, and prey mingled together. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet rattling of the bear tree branches overhead, and a bubbling stream nearby. Had he really been missing out on a life surrounded by such rich scents? Of relaxing quiet?
Eyes shining through the darkness, he carefully padded along the trail. The scent of cats were stale; and for a moment the tom was worried he had went the wrong way. Did make the wrong turn? Or should he keep moving forward? Snap. A tiny branch crashed down from above. The tom leaped back in surprise, shooting a glance upwards.
Two squirrels chased each other through the trees. Relaxing, the tom focused ahead of him once more. He couldn’t stop now that he was so close. Despite exhaustion tugging at his paws heavily, he pushed on. If he were to stop now, he would be exposed to just about anything. He needed to get to his destination first before all else.
I promised Mole, he reminded himself. I have to find the Clans.
Determination pulled him forward, and he struggled to find the strength in his weary limbs to keep walking. He had been traveling since sun-high, in hopes that he would reach the Clans before night fall. However he hadn’t anticipated the length of the journey ahead of him. Alongside that, he also had to hide from the patrols that guarded the moor. The place he needed to be lay in the forest.
An owl hooted overhead watching him with its huge yellow eyes. Shuddering at its blank stare, he hurried along. It wasn’t safe here; especially at night. He barely even knew where he was supposed to go. All he was told was to find the Clan that resided in the forest. However which Clan he had no idea.
What will they do when I meet them? He wondered, leaping across a tiny stream. Will they accept me? Or will they chase me away?
The only way for him to know was to go there himself. A strong scent of cat overwhelmed his nostrils then, causing him to reel back in surprise. He shook himself before slowly padding forward. There were cats here recently; and by the scent left behind, they were a large group. Heart hammering excitedly in his chest, the tom strode onward. He knew then that he had reached where he needed to be.
He had come home at last.
Chapter One
Frost crunched under Shadowheart’s paws as he walked across camp. One moon had passed since his first patrol with Ravenpaw as his apprentice. The omen Pinefrost had received unsettled everyone, and Foxstar had been on high alert since then. Nosing through the fresh-kill pile, Shadowheart tried to push away the anxiety that hung to his pelt.
“The gathering storm is nearly past. Soon a dark horizon will dawn, and the forest will run red with blood...”
Flattening his ears, Shadowheart pulled a measly shrew from the pile. He didn’t want to think about any omens for once. He just wanted life to be normal again. Plopping down sulkily under a tree nearby, he picked at his shrew absentmindedly. Tiny mewls caught his attention, and his gaze drifted towards the nursery. Half a moon ago, Yellowsky had given birth to her and Rainfall’s kits; Batkit, Volekit, and Mousekit. Cloudflight’s own litter had grown since then, and were already venturing out of the nursery and getting into mischief.
The Clan still carried on like normal, despite the growing tension in the air. Sleetwhisker and Pinefrost were gathering old dried herbs and putting them in a pile outside their den. Dawnrise, Sagepelt, Hollycloud, Larkpaw, and Alderleaf were leaving through the log tunnel to go on patrol. Meanwhile Amberfur, Timberfall, and Ivyfrost were returning to camp with fresh prey for the pile. Redfur and Silverleaf practiced battle moves outside of the warriors’ den, while Softstep and Lionclaw shared tongues nearby. Rainfall carried a vole into the nursery to Yellowsky, and Cloudflight groomed her long white fur while her kits played outside.
Jayeyes, Frosttail, and Nettleleaf were outside the elders’ den while Sparrowpaw and Ravenpaw cleaned their nests. Shadowheart frowned, grief stabbing his heart when Oaktuft wasn’t among them. The sickly elder had passed a few days ago, her mysterious illness taking her silently while she slept. Finishing his shrew, Shadowheart looked around for Firelight. He hadn’t seen his friend for most of the day. Foxstar was laying under the Highoak with Longwhisker, and she caught Shadowheart’s eye.
“If you’re looking for Firelight, I sent her out on a border patrol with Snowfoot, Brownclaw, and Sandpool.”
Longwhisker’s eyes gleamed mischievously from beside her. “You can’t always spend every second together, you know.”
Ears burning, Shadowheart looked away sharply. “We don’t spend every minute together,” he defended himself.
Foxstar gave a slight purr. “Don’t tease him, Longwhisker.”
Worried Longwhisker would imply anything else, Shadowheart quickly stalked off towards the elders’ den. Perhaps he could take his apprentice, and Sparrowpaw out hunting once they were done tending to the older cats. Nettleleaf saw him approach and blinked warmly at him.
“Hello Shadowheart,” she greeted, shifting her crippled leg to a more comfortable position. “Have you come to check on your apprentice?”
Shadowheart dipped his head. “I was planning to take her and Sparrowpaw hunting once they were finished.”
“Shouldn’t Firelight be the one to take Sparrowpaw out?” Frosttail mewed pointedly.
Trying to keep his fur from bristling, Shadowheart returned her gaze evenly. “Firelight is out on a patrol,” he explained. “She will be fine with Sparrowpaw coming along.”
Nettleleaf gave her mother a meaningful look. “Shadowheart is perfectly capable of handling a couple of apprentices. They’ll be fine.”
Snorting with contempt, Frosttail laid her head in her paws. Jayeyes laid his tail across his mate’s back, his blind blue eyes shining apologetically towards Shadowheart. Ravenpaw poked her head out the den, her ears covered with strands of moss.
“Your nests are ready!” she announced cheerfully. “Sparrowpaw is just adding a few more pieces of bracken.”
Nettleleaf purred. “Thank you, dear. I’m sure they’re very comfortable.”
“They better be!” Frosttail grunted, slowly rising to her paws. “My old bones can’t handle much in this cold.”
Yet I’m sure you wouldn’t complain much as long as they’re Clanborn, Shadowheart thought bitterly. Despite everything, the old she-cat still held the fact that he was an outsider against him. Sparrowpaw stepped outside with Ravenpaw, as they let the elders go back into their den. Shadowheart purred as he swept the loose strands of moss off of Ravenpaw’s ears.
“Any more moss on your pelt, and I’d have to make Foxstar rename you Mosspaw,” he teased.
Ravenpaw purred. “Mosspaw isn’t too bad of a name though.”
“I still like the name Ravenpaw better though,” Sparrowpaw chimed in.
Shadowheart nodded to them. “Since you’re both done with the elders, I think it would be a good idea to take you out hunting.”
“What about Firelight?” Sparrowpaw asked.
“She’s out on patrol right now,” Shadowheart told her. “But she won’t mind if I bring you along.”
Ravenpaw shifted her paws a little. “I was going to help Sleetwhisker and Pinefrost organize their herbs.”
Shadowheart blinked. “Why? You’re not a medicine cat apprentice.”
“I-I know!” Ravenpaw defended herself quickly. “I just thought they would need the extra help is all.”
Frowning, Shadowheart shook his head. “I’m sure they can manage. You need to work on your hunting skills, especially before leaf-bare fully hits.”
Looking disappointed, Ravenpaw gave a tiny nod. “Okay Shadowheart.”
What was that about? Shadowheart fretted. Did his apprentice not like having him as a mentor? He pushed the thought away.
“Let’s go,” he told them quickly, leading them out of camp.
The two apprentices bundled after him, and the three emerged out into the forest. Cold air stung Shadowheart’s nose, and he fluffed out his fur. The forest was much colder than the camp, having less shelter. Sparrowpaw bounced ahead, Ravenpaw at her heels.
“So where are we going to go?” Sparrowpaw asked.
Shadowheart thought for a moment. “It’s been a while since the flower field had been checked. We can try there.”
“Okay! Race you, Sparrowpaw!” Ravenpaw yelled, rushing ahead.
“No fair, that’s cheating!” Sparrowpaw yowled after her as she ran.
Shadowheart purred and ran behind the two she-cats. A strange feeling overcame Shadowheart then, and he froze. The two apprentices were up ahead, completely unaware that the mottled warrior had fallen behind. Panic welling in his chest, he rushed ahead.
“Ravenpaw! Sparrowpaw!” he yowled, racing towards them.
The feeling had gotten stronger, and soon Shadowheart knew exactly what it was. They were being hunted. The overwhelming stench of fox filled his nostrils, and fear pushed him to run faster. He had to get to the apprentices before the fox did.
“Get up a tree!” he screeched to them. “Quickly!”
Ravenpaw and Sparrowpaw stopped, turning to stare at him with wide eyes. Just then, a huge fox burst from the brambles towards them. Yowling with fury, Shadowheart flung himself at the fox. Ravenpaw and Sparrowpaw stared at them in horror, frozen against a tree. Shadowheart let go of the fox and stood protectively in front of them.
“Go!” he spat at them. “Get up that tree now!”
Shaking out of their trance, the two she-cats scrambled up the tree trunk. Shadowheart faced the fox, his fur bushed out twice his size. He hissed menacingly at it, hoping to distract it long enough for the apprentices to get up the tree to safety.
“Shadowheart!” Ravenpaw yowled in terror.
Another fox had come running from the other direction, cornering Shadowheart against the base of the tree. The two apprentices sat on a tree branch, their eyes wide with horror. Glancing back and forth between the two foxes, Shadowheart realized there was no way he was going to get up the tree to safety. If he wanted to live, he had to fight.
Adrenaline pumping, Shadowheart leaped at the first fox. He sunk his teeth into its scruff and clung on as it shrieked. The other fox came to the rescue and grabbed Shadowheart by his haunches. Burning with pain, Shadowheart let go of the first fox to claw the one that had him. Slashing at its eyes in desperation, the fox threw him into the tree trunk. Hitting it with enough force to knock the wind out of him, Shadowheart crumpled to the ground.
His vision was edged with darkness, and he struggled to breathe. Panic gripped him as he realize he was about to be killed. Oh StarClan, please make it quick, he prayed, closing his eyes shut tight. I’ll be with you soon...
Chapter TwoShadowheart waited for teeth to sink into his flesh, for the pain that would soon engulf him as the foxes tore him apart. As he felt the hot breath of the foxes close in on him, a loud piercing screech rattled his ears. The foxes let out yelps of pain and surprise; and it caused Shadowheart to open his eyes. To his utter shock and relief, a black tabby tom had latched himself onto the second fox.
The first fox turned to help its companion, but the tom leaped from the second fox as it lunged forward. The first fox collided with the second, and the tom landed in front of Shadowheart. As the two foxes got back to their paws, the tabby slashed at the closest one’s muzzle with a hiss. The tabby was a mere whirlwind of teeth and claws, and Shadowheart could barely believe a cat could move so fast.
“Shadowheart!” Ravenpaw yowled from above. “A patrol is coming!”
The tabby flicked his ears up as he heard the yowling LeafClan warriors, and quickly darted off into the woods. Firelight, Brownclaw, Snowfoot, and Sandpool came bursting through the bracken and flung themselves into battle with the two russet-furred beasts. Gaze dizzying, Shadowheart looked to his side to see blood heavily oozing from his wounds. Trying his best to get to his paws, he could feel his energy fading.
Snowfoot and Brownclaw slashed at the second fox, driving it back into a tree. Firelight and Sandpool chased the first fox off, while the second quickly joined its companion tail between its legs. Snowfoot, Brownclaw, and Sandpool chased after them. Firelight rushed over towards Shadowheart, her eyes wide.
“Shadowheart!” she yowled to him. “Snap out of it! Hey!”
Her words were a distant echo, and Shadowheart felt himself fading. Lifting his head to meet her gaze, he fell to the ground unconscious.
The scent of herbs woke Shadowheart. Jolting awake, he looked around in confusion. The familiar walls of the medicine cat den surrounded him. I’m back in camp, Shadowheart realized. The wounds on his haunches stung as he tried to stand. Hissing with pain, Shadowheart limped out of the medicine cat den. The camp was busy as usual, and no one seemed to notice him outside at first.
“Shadowheart!” Ravenpaw called to him. The black she-cat was running towards him from the apprentices’ den.
Shadowheart purred and touched his nose to hers as she greeted him. “I’m glad to see you’re safe. How is Sparrowpaw?”
“We were both okay, thanks to you!” Ravenpaw mewed, eyes wide with admiration. “And Firelight, Snowfoot, Brownclaw, and Sandpool weren’t even hurt at all! Thanks to that mysterious tom!”
Mysterious tom? Shadowheart blinked, suddenly recalling the tabby who had come to the rescue. So I wasn’t imagining things after all. Just who was that?
Ravenpaw began sniffing at Shadowheart’s wound. “Oh good, this doesn’t smell infected.”
Shadowheart looked at his apprentice. “Yeah, but it definitely hurts a whole lot!”
“Comfrey root or dock might help with that,” she tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’m sure Pinefrost and Sleetwhisker have plenty in their den.”
How would she know that? Shadowheart stared at his apprentice. “R-Right, I’m sure they do...”
“Shadowheart?” a voice called to him, making both cats look over.
Firelight was walking towards them, Sparrowpaw at her heels. “You’re finally up! How do you feel?”
“Everyone was super worried!” Sparrowpaw added, bouncing over to him. “But Pinefrost told them not to worry, since your wounds weren’t deep enough to kill you.”
Ravenpaw nodded. “Thanks to that stranger!”
Firelight blinked, looking at the apprentices. “Stranger? What stranger?”
“A strange cat came out of nowhere when the foxes cornered Shadowheart,” Sparrowpaw told her mentor. “He fought them off until your patrol came, but ran off just before you got there.”
Shadowheart’s mind drifted. Who could this mysterious tom be? And why would he risk his own fur to save Shadowheart? What motive did this cat have?
Firelight had a thoughtful look in her gaze. “Shadowheart, let’s go talk for a moment.”
“Huh? Why?” he looked at his friend.
“Can we come too?” asked Sparrowpaw.
“No. It was your turn to clean out the nursery remember?” Firelight reminded her.
The tabby’s tail drooped. “Oh, okay.”
Shadowheart touched his nose to her ear. “Cheer up. At least this way you can visit Yellowsky’s new kits.”
“Right!” Ravenpaw nudged her sister. “Let’s go!”
Once the apprentices ran off, Firelight motioned for Shadowheart to follow her. Slipping through the dirtplace tunnel, the two cats made their way into the forest. Firelight looked around for patrols, before turning her eyes on him.
Shadowheart blinked. “What is this about?”
“We should find that cat,” Firelight urged, eyes narrowed. “What if they are one of Hawk’s rogues?”
Frowning, Shadowheart tilted his head. “But why would he save me? Why not just let me die?”
Firelight thought for a moment. She shook her head. “It might have been a trick to get you to trust him,” she managed to come up with. “So that’s why we need to find him. To get the information we need out them.”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look for him,” Shadowheart reasoned. “If anything, I would like to thank him for saving my life.”
His friend huffed loudly. “You trust others way too easily.”
“I do not!” Shadowheart argued. “What’s wrong with thanking someone for saving my life?”
Firelight flicked his muzzle with her tail as she walked ahead. “You don’t know their motive behind it. As far as we know, it might not have been with good intentions.”
“How can saving my life be anything but good intentions?’ he countered, annoyance rippling along his pelt.
“I’m just being logical,” Firelight insisted. “With everything that’s happened, we need to be more cautious.”
Not willing to argue about it further, Shadowheart just sighed and fell into step beside his friend. He knew Firelight had a point. However, he also found it hard to believe that the strange cat had saved his life with bad intentions. What cat would put themselves in immediate danger just to cause trouble? Shadowheart couldn’t wrap his head around it. The only answers they would find were from the stranger themselves.
Despite his wounds stinging from the cold air, Shadowheart kept his pace from beside Firelight. The two warriors headed back towards the spot where they fought the foxes. Fox stench still lingered heavily in the air, and Shadowheart winced when he saw his own blood from beside the tree. Sniffing around carefully, Firelight searched through the nearby bushes.
Shadowheart looked around too, ears shooting straight up when he heard twigs snap up ahead. Freezing, he unsheathed his claws. Firelight had heard it too, and was stalking quietly towards the sound. Nodding to his friend, Shadowheart crouched along the other side carefully. Underneath the fox scent, was the scent of another cat; one that carried that of the twolegplace. Had the mysterious cat been a lost kittypet?
No. That’s impossible. Everyone knows kittypets wouldn’t be able to fight like that! Shadowheart flattened his ears and crawled closer. Firelight had already begun to bunch up her muscles, and the she-cat leaped through the bushes with a yowl. A surprised yelp came from the other side, and Shadowheart burst through into a small clearing. Firelight had a cat pinned under her. Instantly, Shadowheart recognized the black tabby as the cat from earlier.
“Firelight, that’s him!” Shadowheart gasped, stepping forward.
Firelight’s gaze didn’t leave the tabby’s. “Who are you?” she demanded, digging her claws in deeper. “Answer me!”
Calmly, the tabby met her gaze. Surprisingly he hadn’t tried to fight Firelight, but instead look interested. Firelight snarled, her muzzle close to his. “Well? Tell me!”
“My name,” the tom replied, unfazed by Firelight’s hostility. “Is Blackflame.”
Chapter Three“Blackflame?” Firelight growled, muzzle close to his. “You don’t smell like any Clan cat to me. You’re one of them, aren’t you? Is that why you’re lingering around here?”
Blackflame blinked curiously. “Them? I’m not sure who you’re talking about.”
Firelight hissed angrily. “Don’t play around with me!”
“Firelight!” Shadowheart pushed the ginger warrior away from the stranger. “I really don’t think he’s one of Hawk’s rogues.”
The tom laid there, looking from Firelight to Shadowheart. “Can I get up now? Or is your friend here going to dig more claws into me?”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll be more than happy to,” snapped Firelight as she glared at him.
Shadowheart sighed, pushing between the two cats. “Look, we just came here for questions.”
Rolling to his paws, Blackflame shook his fur out. “I was actually hoping to see one of you again. I was looking for one of the Clans here.”
Looking for one of the Clans? Shadowheart studied the strange tom. Firelight was right that he hadn’t carried any scent from a Clan, however the tom somehow had a warrior name. Just who was this cat?
“What Clan are you looking for? And why?” Shadowheart managed to ask, Firelight tensed behind him.
Sitting down, Blackflame scratched behind his ear nonchalantly. “I was looking for a Clan called LeafClan,” he told them. “My mother was a warrior there.”
Firelight hissed. “What? There’s no way you’d be from our Clan! We have no stories of any missing kits, or single queens!”
Find the one who lurks in the shadows. The mysterious omen echoed through Shadowheart’s thoughts. Was this the cat who lurks in the shadows? If he truly came from LeafClan, why was he separated? Shadowheart had to know the truth.
“My mother left the Clan before I was born,” the black tabby explained. “At least, that was what I was told by the one who raised me. Her name was Silversky.”
A flash of shock lit across Firelight’s sharp gaze. Fur bristling along her spine as if she had seen a ghost, she flattened her ears. “How do you know about Silversky?”
Silversky...that was Echostar and Foxstar’s sister wasn’t it? Shadowheart recalled. She ran away when she was expecting kits, and then later turned up dead. His eyes grew round. Was Blackflame really the kit of Silversky? Where had he been up until now?
“The cat who raised me, his name was Mole, told me that Silversky was my mother,” Blackflame replied. “He knew about her because of the cat he used to follow. I believe his name was Hawk? Either way, he saved my life when Hawk attacked my mother.”
Shadowheart felt his blood run cold. “Hawk...he killed Silversky?”
“Not quite,” the looked to the side. “My mother thought jumping into a river with me would save us. But it had been storming, and the river was flooded. Instead, she drowned while Mole was able to save me.”
“We need to tell Foxstar. You’re coming with us,” Firelight decided. She gave him a pointed look. “Any funny moves and I’ll claw your muzzle off.”
“How kind of you,” Blackflame commented, a teasing glint in his silver eyes.
Shadowheart walked beside Blackflame, keeping quiet as they followed Firelight back to camp. Upon entering camp, the cats in the clearing noticed Blackflame quickly. Foxstar was coming out of her den when she spotted them. Her amber eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Who is this?” she demanded, coming to stand before them.
Firelight dipped her head respectfully. “This is the cat who saved Shadowheart from the foxes,” she began. “He says his name is Blackflame.”
Casting a glance towards him, Foxstar looked back to Firelight. “He doesn’t carry any Clan scent on him.”
“He smells of twolegplace,” Longwhisker growled, padding up towards them. “How can we be so sure he’s not a rogue?”
“I asked the same thing,” argued Firelight. “But then...”
Foxstar raised her head in a commanding way. “What is it, Firelight? Tell me.”
Not meeting her gaze, Firelight looked away. “He says Silversky is his mother. And that he knows how she died.”
Shock filled the LeafClan leader’s face. She stepped back, before flattening her ears with a snarl. “That’s impossible. My sister drowned in an unfortunate accident. She has no kits.”
Blackflame stepped forward. “I’m telling the truth. Silversky was my mother, and her death was no accident. Hawk drove her to jump into the river. It was the only way she could save me.”
The Clan erupted into protests. Every cat in uproar over the long dead queen possibly having any surviving kits. Shadowheart flattened his ears as their protest rang through the clearing.
“Liar!”
“There’s no way we should believe this outsider!”
“He’s one of the rogues! Can’t you smell it on his fur?”
Foxstar turned and bounded up the Highoak. “Enough!” she yowled, lashing her tail. “There is only one way to settle this. I will speak with StarClan.”
“What if it’s a trap?” Lionclaw called out.
“I agree with Lionclaw,” Timberfall yowled. “You should take some warriors with you. It isn’t safe.”
“What will we do with this stranger then?” Dawnrise asked.
“Will my kits be safe?” Cloudflight fretted, quickly wrapping her tail around her three kits.
“Silence!” Foxstar ordered, her eyes blazing. “I will take two warriors with me in the event that this is a trap. As for our “guest”, he will stay in my den under guard until StarClan gives me an answer. No cat is to go inside for any reason, that is final.”
Coming down from the Highoak. Foxstar made for the entrance to camp. “Longwhisker, you will decide which cats to keep guard. Sagepelt and Alderleaf will accompany me to the Cavern of Stars.”
Longwhisker dipped his head. “Understood,” he looked to Blackflame. “You heard Foxstar. Make this easier on yourself and go in there willingly.”
“I have no intention to cause trouble,” Blackflame meowed calmly. “You’ll see soon enough that I’m telling the truth.”
With that, the tabby voluntarily crept into Foxstar’s den to await her return. Longwhisker gestured for Sandpool and Ivyfrost to stand guard, while Foxstar disappeared out of camp with Alderleaf and Sagepelt. Cloudflight ushered her kits into the nursery. Lionclaw and Rainfall sat outside in protect their kits, while the elders’ talked in hushed voices among themselves. The cats had all disbanded into tiny groups, and a sense of unease gripped the camp.
Silverleaf padded over to Shadowheart, Ravenpaw at his heels. “Do you think he’s telling the truth?” the silver warrior asked.
“I heard stories of Silversky,” Ravenpaw added. “But I never thought one of her kits would suddenly show up!”
“We don’t know if Blackflame is really one of her kits,” Firelight corrected the black apprentice. “Until Foxstar comes back from the Moonpuddle, he’ll be treated like any other prisoner.”
Shadowheart frowned. “But what if he is? Is it right to treat him this way?”
“It might not be the fairest action,” Silverleaf agreed. “But Foxstar has to take caution. Especially with Hawk lurking around.”
Feeling exhausted, Shadowheart just padded across camp to the warriors’ den. He crawled into his nest and curled into a tight ball. He just wanted all of this to be over. How much longer did things have to keep happening, before he was able to put a stop to Hawk? And what about Cinder? What could he possibly do to save her? Then the mystery of his real parents haunted him constantly. Just who was he really? A rogue? A kittypet? A loner?
StarClan had proven useless, only giving him more questions than answers. Shadowheart didn’t even know where to start. Then to add more to his anxiety, this strange tom suddenly appears and claims to be a long lost son of a deceased LeafClan queen. What would come of this? Will StarClan answer Foxstar? And is Blackflame truly who he says he is?
Shadowheart had no idea. All he wanted was for things to be normal. Despite how much he wished it, he knew this was only the beginning.
Chapter FourSleep had not come easily to Shadowheart. He spent the entire night fitfully moving around in his nest before Firelight snapped at him. When the weak light of dawn crept through the den, he finally gave up on sleep and went outside. The camp was quiet and still, aside from the soft snoring of his Clanmates. Cold air chilled him to the bone as frost littered the ground. Leaf-bare is upon us, Shadowheart realized. Fluffing out his fur he turned and padded toward the fresh-kill pile. Trying to find a piece of prey that wasn’t frozen, he plucked out a thrush buried in the middle. By the time he had finished eating, Foxstar had just returned from the Moonpuddle with Alderleaf and Sagepelt. Softstep and Brownclaw, who had been guarding Blackflame overnight, moved aside as Foxstar went into the den. “What did StarClan say?” Shadowheart asked as Sagepelt came towards him. His former mentor shook his head. “Foxstar didn’t tell us.” Shadowheart frowned. “Do you think Blackflame was telling the truth? That he’s Silversky’s son?” Sagepelt hesitated for a moment. “I’m not sure,” he admitted quietly. “When Silversky disappeared all those moons ago, only to reappear many moons after dead...well, who can say what happened during that time?” “You’re right,” Shadowheart agreed with a sigh. “If StarClan did confirm that Blackflame is Silversky’s son, then maybe he can give us more information about what happened to her.” “You’re back,” that was Hollycloud. The black she-cat must have just woken up. Sagepelt brushed his muzzle to hers. “We just got back.” She glanced over towards Foxstar’s den. “Is it true? Is he really Silversky’s kit?” “I don’t know,” Sagepelt told her. “Foxstar wouldn’t say. I think she wants to announce the news to the Clan herself.” “I see,” Hollycloud murmured, her voice full of grief. Shadowheart looked at her curiously. Had she been close to Silversky when she was alive? Sagepelt seemed to notice his quizzical look, for he pressed close to his mate’s side. “Silversky and Hollycloud were close friends,” he explained. “In fact, Silverleaf was named after her.” Hollycloud gave a tiny purr. “She and Goldenfire were my best friends. Of course now, I have lost them both. While Firelight is so much like her mother, I had always hoped Silversky’s kits were alive somewhere.” The grief Shadowheart could hear in Hollycloud’s voice was painful. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose Firelight or Pinefrost. It must be lonely to lose your closest friends, he frowned. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highoak for a Clan meeting!” Foxstar’s summons rang out through the camp. Slowly the LeafClan cats emerged from their nests, disheveled and half asleep. Firelight approached Shadowheart groggily. “What’s going on?” she grumbled. Shadowheart sat down. “Foxstar just got back from the Cavern of Stars.” Under the Highoak, Blackflame was sitting in between Softstep and Brownclaw. The black tabby looked completely calm; clearly certain that he was truly Silversky’s long lost kit. Shadowheart met his silver gaze, and quickly looked away. Pinefrost mewed from beside him, Sleetwhisker close behind her. “Did I miss anything?” his friend asked. Firelight yawned. “Nothing yet.” Once the Clan had mostly gathered, Foxstar gestured with her tail for Softstep and Brownclaw to leave Blackflame’s side. As they did so, Blackflame stood and turned to face the LeafClan leader. For the first time, Shadowheart noticed a long scar going along the back of his neck. That must have been one nasty wound, he shuddered. “I have spoken to StarClan,” Foxstar announced, her voice a bit shaken. “I was visited by none other than Silversky herself, and she confirmed that Blackflame is indeed her son.” A gasp from Hollycloud nearby caused Shadowheart to jump. Foxstar went on. “He will be a LeafClan warrior from this point onward. I expect him to be treated as such.” “So first we accept a rogue kit, and now a half-Clan one?” Frosttail growled from the back. Foxstar’s amber eyes flashed. “Half-Clan or not, Blackflame is a LeafClan cat and has every right to be here.” Frosttail’s eyes narrowed. “And would you say the same if this cat was not the son of your sister?” “Please, don’t argue,” Blackflame spoke up, turning to gaze at the elder. “I understand why you might be suspicious. But I want nothing more than to serve the Clan that my mother was born to.” “The Clan that your mother betrayed you mean,” Frosttail snapped. Blackflame dipped his head. “No cat is free of guilt. I am not my mother, and don’t want to be treated as such. However I also came here for more than just finding my birth Clan, but my littermates.” “Littermates?” Foxstar stared down at him in surprise. “What do you mean?” “I wasn’t the only kit in my litter,” the tabby explained. “I had two littermates who were stolen on the night my mother died. When my mother couldn’t save them, she fled with me; her only remaining kit. I don’t know what may have happened to them, but I had hoped someone here would know.” Time froze around Shadowheart as Blackflame told his story. Suddenly, everything that had brought self doubt to him; everything that he had ever wondered, was thrown at his paws. Without thinking he slowly made his way to the front of the Clan. He could barely hear Firelight and Pinefrost asking him what he was doing. He ignored the annoyed hisses of his Clanmates as he shoved past them. He even disregarded Foxstar’s confused look and demands that he answer her. Instead, he stood just a few paw steps before the stranger. Blackflame stopped speaking, and stared at Shadowheart with a look of surprise. Finally everything made sense. How he had been so blind to it all? To all the obvious answers that were laid out in front of him? It didn’t matter. None of that matter now. All Shadowheart could do now, was to utter the words he had not thought he would ever speak. “I’m your brother. And my sister and I were stolen by Hawk as kits.”
Chapter FiveSilver met blue. The two toms locked gazes and for a heartbeat Shadowheart wondered if he had been mistaken. Before panic could set in, Blackflame let out a loud purr and thrust his muzzle into Shadowheart’s.
“I knew at least one of you had to be here!” Blackflame purred joyously.
“What in the name of StarClan is going on here?” Foxstar exclaimed, her fur bristled.
Shadowheart froze, brought back to the present. The Clan stared at him with wide eyes, while Blackflame seemed utterly oblivious to the growing tension. He remembered then that his Clanmates still believed he was the son of Hawk. That’s right, I only told Firelight. Of course they think I’m crazy!
Pinefrost’s eyes were wide as she stared at him. “Shadowheart, what are you talking about? Hawk and Lily are your parents…aren’t they?”
Foxstar narrowed her amber eyes. “Well? Explain yourself. Silversky had not mentioned any other surviving kits.”
The LeafClan cats were silent, staring at Shadowheart with utter confusion. Firelight watched calmly from beside Pinefrost, her eyes encouraging him to speak out. Staring into her eyes for a moment he took a deep breath. Facing Foxstar, he opened his mouth to speak.
“When I left the rogues to return here with Firelight and Pinefrost, I was told by Lily—the cat who I thought was my mother—that I was not really her son. She said Cinder and I had been brought to her as young kits by Hawk, and that she had no idea where we came from. Hawk is not my father, and he never has been.”
Sagepelt stepped forward, raising his head. “I think Shadowheart may be one of Silversky’s kits as well. He shares great similarities to Stonetail, who would be his father.”
My father...that’s right. Stonetail would be my father. Blinking gratefully at his old mentor, Shadowheart turned to look at Blackflame. The tabby’s eyes glowed with warmth; clearly pleased to have found his kin. Foxstar was silent, her eyes full of questions and disbelief. Pity pierced his heart. None of this could be easy for the LeafClan leader.
“Silversky, just what have you brought to me?” Foxstar muttered under her breath. She had an uncertain look in her eyes as she faced the Clan. “This meeting is over. I will speak to both Blackflame and Shadowheart alone.”
The Clan disbanded at once, casting glances at the two toms as they settled into groups. Foxstar climbed down from the Highoak to approach them. Blackflame dipped his head respectfully. Shadowheart glanced at his brother. Did none of this faze him? How could he be so confident?
Foxstar walked past them, jerking her head to the side. “Come.”
The dark ginger she-cat slipped into her den. The two brothers followed after her, settling along the smooth stone walls as Foxstar sat in her nest. Shadowheart tried to read her gaze, by Foxstar’s amber eyes gave away nothing.
“Shadowheart,” Jumping at hearing his name, he lowered his head. “Why did you hide this from me? Did Echostar know the truth? That you were not Hawk’s son?”
Her tone wasn’t accusing, but Shadowheart could hear a thin edge to her voice. Blackflame laid his tail across Shadowheart’s back. “I’m sure Shadowheart had his reasons,” the black tabby defended.
Foxstar flashed him a warning gaze. “I didn’t ask you. This is for Shadowheart to answer. Keep quiet.”
Avoiding his leader’s eyes, Shadowheart kneaded his paws nervously. “I-I wasn’t sure how to tell you,” he began. “Echostar never knew. The only cat who knew was Firelight.”
“Firelight, of course.” Foxstar had a knowing look in her eyes that made Shadowheart uncomfortable. “Do you really believe that Silversky was your mother?”
Shadowheart nodded, his heart pounding. “When Blackflame told his story, it seemed to add up. If I’m not her son, than who is my real mother?”
Listening, the LeafClan leader’s eyes seemed thoughtful. Hearing that her sister’s kits not only survived, but that two of them sat before her very eyes, Shadowheart had to wonder just what was going through her mind.
“From what that silver warrior said, Shadowheart looks like our father.” Blackflame added carefully.
Recalling the ReedClan deputy, Shadowheart had to wonder. His brief encounter with him as an apprentice had not necessarily been pleasant, but Shadowheart found it hard to believe the tom would reject his own kin. After losing Silversky, it only made sense that the gray tabby would overjoyed to know his kits had survived. Even if one happens to be with Hawk, Shadowheart gloomily added.
Foxstar studied Shadowheart closely. “Sagepelt was right when he said you resembled Stonetail. You even have the same bright blue eyes as him.”
Blackflame stood, curling up his tail. “Can Shadowheart and I go see him? I always wanted to know my father, since my mother is gone.”
The dark look in Foxstar’s gaze caused Shadowheart to stiffen. He looked at his brother in dismay. Mouse-brain! He has no idea how bad our relationship with ReedClan is! Blackflame seemed oblivious, eagerly awaiting Foxstar’s answer.
Reluctantly, Foxstar dropped her gaze. “If you go, it must only be you two,” she shot a look towards Shadowheart. He bristled indignantly. Like he would invite Firelight into enemy territory! “I also don’t need the other cats knowing where you’re going either. Too much gossip is already spreading, thanks to my sister’s lack of obeying the code.”
The hint of resentment in her voice made Shadowheart flinch. It was obvious Foxstar was still upset with Silversky’s forbidden relationship that left her not only dead, but her three kits separated. If Blackflame picked up on Foxstar’s tone, he ignored it. Instead, he looked as if he was ready to dash across the river to ReedClan any second.
Shadowheart stood up. “We’ll make sure we don’t attract any attention.”
Foxstar let out a heavy sigh, and laid in her nest. “Good. Now go, before any cat realizes you are missing.”
Eyes glowing with excitement, Blackflame hurried out of the den. Shadowheart followed his brother much nervously, looking around the camp to make sure no cat was watching. When he didn’t see any cat paying attention to them, he cautiously led Blackflame out of camp. More confidently, Blackflame strode after him with his tail straight up. Shadowheart crept through the forest, heading straight for the ReedClan border.
“What’s ReedClan like?” Blackflame asked suddenly, startling him.
Shadowheart glanced at him. “They swim in the river. And they eat fish mostly instead of forest prey.”
“Really?” Blackflame’s eyes were stretched in awe. “Mole only told me about the Clans in the forest, and the one on the moor. He never told me about cats who lived on the river.”
Briefly Shadowheart wondered who Mole was, until he remembered that Blackflame had mentioned him before as the cat who raised him. “He probably didn’t know,” Shadowheart flicked his ears as a squirrel dashed up a nearby tree. “It’s unusual for cats to live near the water like they do.”
The sound of the river could be heard up ahead, and Blackflame ran forward to see it. Hissing with slight annoyance at how careless his brother was being, Shadowheart hurried after him. Blackflame was pacing the shore, splashing in the water with a loud purr. Flinching as droplets of water sprayed from under Blackflame’s paws, Shadowheart flattened his ears. We may be half ReedClan, but I will never enjoy getting my fur wet!
“This is great!” Blackflame purred enthusiastically. “I’ve never seen water this clear, or even this vast! Back in the twolegplace, the only water you really see are puddles or ponds in the gardens.”
Ponds? Gardens? These words were new to Shadowheart. Keeping far from the river’s edge, Shadowheart scanned the reeds on the other side. If they were lucky, Stonetail might come to them. A splash in the river nearby caused his ears to swivel towards the side. Blackflame didn’t seem to notice, too busy splashing around the river’s edge. Tensing, Shadowheart shifted towards his brother.
“Blackflame, we need to go,” he whispered to him loudly.
Blackflame stopped, tilting his head at him. “Huh? Why?”
A dark shape emerged from the river then, just behind Blackflame. Before Shadowheart could warn him, the tabby was pinned under the weight of a sodden ReedClan warrior. Behind them, two more ReedClan warriors emerged from the river, glaring at them.
“What are you doing this close to ReedClan territory?” growled a black-and-white tom Shadowheart recognized as Pikeskip.
The other ReedClan warrior, a brown tabby she-cat, flattened her ears. “They’re probably hoping to steal a fish or two from the river.”
Blackflame stared up at his attacker, a dark gray mottled tom cat. “Fish? No, we aren’t here for that.”
Shadowheart stepped forward, forcing his fur to lay flat. “We aren’t here to fight, or steal any fish.”
“Well what do you want?” the tom that held Blackflame snarled.
Pikeskip looked around the forest warily. “How do we know you aren’t planning an ambush?”
Shoving his attacker off him with an enormous burst of strength, Blackflame rolled to his paws to come stand beside Shadowheart. The mottled tom tumbled back into the river with a yowl of surprise.
“Frogsplash, for StarClan’s sake get it together!” Pikeskip snarled at his Clanmate.
Blackflame stepped forward, not even flinching when the tabby she-cat hissed at him threateningly. “We only want to speak with Stonetail.”
Pikeskip narrowed his amber eyes. “Why? What do you want with ReedClan’s deputy?”
“Take us to him and you’ll find out,” retorted Blackflame, his gaze level.
Growling, Pikeskip turned to his Clanmate. “Lakefrost, go and warn Icestar that we’re bringing these two to our camp.”
Taking off in a great bout of speed, Lakefrost dove into the river before vanishing into the reeds beyond. Frogsplash came up beside Pikeskip, glaring icily at them.
“Follow us,” Pikeskip growled. “But one wrong move and we’ll throw you in the river.”
Shuddering at the thought, Shadowheart dipped his head gratefully. “Thank you.”
Frogsplash snorted with contempt, flanking Blackflame as Pikeskip led them a bit further downstream. Smooth, flat, stones came out of the river in a straight line. Shadowheart realized with relief that they didn’t have to swim across the river to get to ReedClan. Pikeskip crossed first, nimbly leaping from stone to stone before he was on the other side. Blackflame went after him, carefully moving across each stone. He stood on the other side, his eyes glowing with support.
“It’s easy!” he called out to Shadowheart.
Do you never fear anything? He bit back a ***** of resentment at his brother’s overwhelming confidence.
Frogsplash shoved him behind. “Get a move on!”
Hissing at the impatient ReedClan cat, Shadowheart slowly jumped onto the first stone. The water rushed just below him, its dark depths threatening to suck him in if he were to fall. Gathering his courage, Shadowheart leaped to the next stone. As he reached the third stone, his back paw slipped and fear surged through him as he fell. To his relief, only his back paw landed in the water and he quickly scrabbled to his paws.
As he crossed the last stone, he let out a heavy sigh of relief at the feeling of solid ground under him. Frogsplash finished crossing, and the cats set off towards ReedClan camp. The ground underpaw was soggy, and Shadowheart let out a grunt of discontent. At this rate, his paws would grow webs! How did ReedClan cats live in such an unforgiving place?
To his dismay, that trouble hadn’t ended at the river. The cats came to a stop near a more shallow stream, just deep enough to create a natural barrier around the ReedClan camp. He looked around in hopes that another set of stepping stones would be just downstream, but saw none.
“The stepping stones here are under water right now,” Pikeskip grunted. “You’ll have to cross through the river if you want to reach our camp.”
Is that a taunt in his mew? Shadowheart bristled with annoyance. Excuse me if I’m a normal cat who hates getting his fur wet!
Blackflame stepped forward, gazing at the water with a hint of disapproval. “It’s not as clear as the river.”
Frogsplash snorted. “Why would it be? It’s near the marsh.”
Gazing into the water, Shadowheart realized his brother was right. This water was much murkier, and it was impossible to see the bottom. If there is a bottom, he added grudgingly.
“Let’s get a move on,” Pikeskip growled. He gazed at the LeafClan cats. “Don’t worry. We won’t let you drown...at least not enough to kill you anyways.”
Gulping nervously, Shadowheart followed his brother into the narrow stream. Hissing as the ice cold water soaked into his fur, he waded slowly. Blackflame was already paddling across the water, his tail straight up as he swam. Taking a deep breath, Shadowheart followed. He let out a yowl of surprise as the ground vanished under his paws, thrashing in the water. Frogsplash was right beside him then, grabbing his scruff roughly in his teeth.
“Stop thrashing!” he spat through a mouthful of fur. “For StarClan’s sake just swim!”
Ears burning with both embarrassment and anger, Shadowheart began to paddle in the murky water. Frogsplash had let go of his scruff, and fell in behind him. Once he felt solid ground, Shadowheart pulled himself out the water shivering. Shaking his pelt with a hiss, he tried to fluff out his fur for warmth. Blackflame pressed up beside him, blinking at him encouragingly.
“Now that we’re across, the camp is just outside these reeds.” Pikeskip told them.
Blackflame gazed into Shadowheart’s eyes. “And so is Stonetail.”
Our father, Shadowheart silently added.
Chapter Six
The ReedClan camp opened up before Shadowheart as they pushed through the reeds. At the far end of camp, stood an old withered out willow tree. Thick sturdy branches hung low, and Shadowheart guessed Icestar addressed his Clan from there. There was a small opening at the base of the tree, just big enough for a den.
Thick woven reeds made up the majority of the other dens; namely the warriors’ and apprentices’ dens. Shadowheart wondered if these dens were meant to float in case of flooding. Nearby sat a smaller willow tree, its large thick roots holding it above ground. The strong scent of herb underneath it told Shadowheart that this was the medicine cat’s den. A thick reed woven den sat beside the tree, and old scruffy brown tom sat outside.
A shallow pool of water near one of the dens had kits splashing around in it, the queen Mudspeck watching them with a fond look in her eyes. The center of camp had a fresh-kill pile, but instead of the forest prey Shadowheart was used to seeing, it was stocked with fish instead. Wrinkling his nose at the fishy smell, he stayed close to Blackflame.
Pikeskip ran towards the big willow tree, leaving the LeafClan cats in the middle of camp. The ReedClan cats in camp had noticed their guests, their fur bristling with hostility. Mudspeck quickly ushered her kits inside the nursery, glaring at Shadowheart and Blackflame as she sat at the entrance. Littletail poked her head outside of the medicine cat den, her eyes wide in surprise. Her apprentice, Waterpaw, peered around her with curiosity.
Icestar was headed towards them from his den, his piercing red eyes narrowed. “What are LeafClan cats doing in my camp?”
Stonetail was following steadily behind him, his blue gaze unreadable. Blackflame’s tail curled up upon seeing their father, but stayed silent until Icestar stood before them.
“We are here to see Stonetail,” Shadowheart told him.
“Me?” Stonetail blinked in surprise. “What do you want to see me for?”
Shadowheart exchanged a look with Blackflame, wondering how they were going to tell him the news. Blackflame took a step forward, his eyes meeting Stonetail’s.
“We’re here because Silversky was our mother,” he told him. “We have a sister too, but she’s not with us.”
The ReedClan deputy stared at Blackflame as if he suddenly grew wings. Shadowheart wondered briefly if Stonetail didn’t believe him. Icestar’s own eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting this news. An old calico she-cat padded towards them, her yellow eyes glowing with warmth.
“Is it true?” she asked them. “Are you really Silversky’s kits?”
Blackflame dipped his head. “Yes, Silversky confirmed it herself in StarClan when Foxstar went to visit her.”
Stonetail fell to the ground, and Shadowheart jumped with a start. Had the ReedClan deputy fainted? Icestar turned his gaze on Stonetail, resting his tail along his back. Shadowheart realized his father was sobbing, overwhelmed by the sudden news that his kits were alive. The calico she-cat pressed her muzzle in Stonetail’s fur, before looking at them.
“You may not know me,” she told them. “My name is Dapplefoot. I am your father’s mother.”
My kin! Shadowheart thought with a glow of warmth. The old calico brushed her muzzle against Shadowheart’s. “I-It’s good to meet you.”
Dapplefoot purred as she did the same to Blackflame. Her eyes clouded with emotion as she gazed at them. “My mate, Marshpool, would have loved to meet you.”
The ReedClan cats were gathered around, whispering among themselves. Shadowheart noticed quite a few warriors were shooting them hostile, unfriendly glances. We don’t belong here, he realized. Not when we come from a rival Clan. Blackflame seemed to ignore the hostile looks. The black tabby was padding up to Stonetail slowly, his head low.
Icestar nudged Stonetail to his paws. “Why don’t you three speak outside of camp?”
Relieved to get away from the prying eyes of the ReedClan cats, Shadowheart dipped his head gratefully. “Thank you, Icestar.”
Stonetail stumbled after them, in a heavy daze. Blackflame walked at his side, keeping his tail draped across the gray tabby’s back in case he fell. Once they found a place to settle just outside the ReedClan camp, Shadowheart attempted to make himself comfortable on the marshy ground. Stonetail sat across from him, while Blackflame made a spot beside Shadowheart.
“I...I can’t believe you both are alive,” Stonetail breathed, his voice shaky. More steadily, he lifted his gaze to meet theirs. “Why have you come now? Why not before?”
Blackflame was the first to answer him. “We couldn’t before. Not until it was time.”
“Time? What do you mean?” Stonetail asked, his eyes questioning.
“You probably don’t know about our mother,” Shadowheart chimed in, shuffling his forepaws nervously. “What really happened to her that is.”
Their father’s eyes darkened. “I know she drowned. That is all. And I had believed our kits suffered the same fate. But now, I’m not sure what to believe anymore.”
“I almost did,” Blackflame told him. “Shadowheart and our sister were taken. They were raised by a rogue named Hawk. He tried to take me too, but Silversky fled before she was forced to jump into the river. After that, I was rescued by a cat named Mole. He raised me in the twolegplace until a few days ago, when he passed away. I decided to come here to the Clans, to find my family.”
A low growl came from Stonetail’s throat. “So Hawk is the one who killed your mother? He’s the reason I spent all this time believing you were dead?”
Shadowheart flinched at the rage burning in his father’s ice blue gaze. For the first time, Shadowheart realized just how large and muscular the ReedClan deputy was. Relief flooded through him at the thought that he would never have to meet him battle.
“Our sister, Cinder, is still with Hawk and his rogues,” Shadowheart put in. “I was found several moons ago floating in the river unconscious. I was saved by a LeafClan patrol, and they took me in as an apprentice. I lost all my memories, and I don’t remember anything about my past.”
The rage had faded from Stonetail’s eyes, only to be filled with concern. “Is Cinder safe? Will those brutes hurt her?”
Shadowheart shook his head. “No. Cinder still believes that Hawk is our father. When he took us from our mother, he had his mate, Lily, raise us as their kits. When I became a LeafClan apprentice, not long after I met Cinder in the forest. She had come looking for me, and she told me who she was, and where I came from. Not long after, Hawk attacked our camp. He demanded I be handed over to him. Echostar refused; she believed that it was my decision to make.”
“And you stayed with LeafClan?” Stonetail guessed, listening intently.
“No, not at first,” Shadowheart admitted reluctantly, shame burning his pelt. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. So I left in the middle of the night, and met Cinder by the Cavern of Stars. She took me back to the rogue camp, and I spent the next few moons with them.” He closed his eyes briefly, remembering the place he had once thought was home. “It was far from what I had known in LeafClan,” he continued. Deciding to leave the bits out with Firelight and Pinefrost, he went on carefully. “Cinder eventually helped me escape, and I went back to LeafClan. I have stayed there since, and only have seen Cinder briefly.”
Stonetail watched him as Shadowheart finished speaking. There was an anguished look in the older tom’s gaze, as if it pained him to hear what sort of life his kits had been living so far. He took a deep breath. “So now you both are serving your mother’s Clan, while your sister resides with the rogues.”
Blackflame gave a nod. “That’s where it stands now. Once I came to LeafClan, Shadowheart was able to piece together that we were brothers. And we decided almost immediately to come here to speak with you.”
“What will you do now then?” his father asked.
“I-I’m not sure,” Shadowheart admitted. “I guess we’ll have to go back to our Clan. With Hawk threatening the borders, we can’t stay away for long.”
Stonetail got to his paws. “Then allow me to walk you both back home. I might not be able to stay in LeafClan with you, but I want to spend what little time I have left with you both.”
“Will Icestar mind?” Shadowheart asked. “I know that tensions are still high between our Clans.”
“I don’t think Icestar will be against it,” Stonetail assured him. “He understands what this all means to me.”
Blackflame stretched as he stood up. “Great! This doesn’t have to be the end either, you know. We can still all see each other at the border when there’s time.”
Is that true? Shadowheart gazed at his littermate. Can we really get to know our father better that easily? With the rivalry between our Clans?
Stonetail rubbed his muzzle affectionately against his two son’s. “Even if we can’t, you both are still my kits. Nothing will ever change that, or how much I care for you.”
Purring, Shadowheart felt his heart glow with happiness. Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything Shadowheart had ever wanted was here beside him. For the first time in a long time, he felt a deep sense of belonging; that nothing could ever take that away from him again. As he followed his family back into the ReedClan camp, he never felt more at home.
Chapter SevenBefore Shadowheart and Blackflame could follow their father across the stepping stones, a yowl called out to them. Stonetail balanced on the first stone, and swiveled his ears towards the noise. A silver furred tom was making his way over to them, and Stonetail leaped back onto the shore to greet him.
“Minnowstripe!” he waved his tail to Shadowheart and Blackflame. “I was hoping to see you before I took these two back to LeafClan.”
Panting, the ReedClan warrior gave a nod. “I came back from a patrol and Mistybreeze told me what happened.” He looked to the LeafClan cats. “It’s so great to meet you both, my name is Minnowstripe. I’m your father’s littermate.”
Stonetail purred, gently nudging them both forward. “These are my sons, Shadowheart and Blackflame.”
“I-It’s nice to meet you too,” Shadowheart dipped his head respectfully.
Blackflame purred loudly. “You don’t have to be so formal Shadowheart,” he teased. “He’s kin.”
Ears hot with embarrassment, Shadowheart plucked the ground with his paws. “I know that!” he muttered, annoyed by his brother.
Minnowstripe gave a laugh. “He’s just like you were when you were young, Stonetail.”
Shadowheart looked up at him. “Really?”
“Oh yes,” he purred. “Your father was very much like you as a young warrior. And this one here,” he looked at Blackflame. “Is just like...”
Voice trailing off, Shadowheart noticed a tinge of sadness in Minnowstripe’s eyes. Stonetail came to stand beside his brother, laying a tail across his back.
“Yes, I see a lot of Heronwing in him as well,” Stonetail murmured.
Heronwing must have been their sister, Shadowheart frowned. I don’t even want to imagine ever losing Blackflame or Cinder.
Minnowstripe met Stonetail’s gaze. “She would have been so happy to meet these two. You know that, right?”
Eyes glistening, Stonetail returned his brother’s gaze. “Yes, I know.”
Blackflame looked at them curiously. “Was Heronwing your sister?”
“That’s right,” Minnowstripe answered, eyes glowing at faint memories. “It was just the three of us. We got into all sorts of mischief together as apprentices. Heronwing was always the trouble-maker.”
Stonetail gave a snort. “You and her both! And guess who always had to get us out of trouble?”
“I suppose that would have been you,” Blackflame guessed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Shadowheart listened to them banter, happiness warming his pelt. Despite everything that he had been through, it was a breath of fresh air to be surrounded by kin who didn’t argue or plan revenge. An image of Cinder flashed in his mind. Guilt flooded over him in an instant. How can I sit here like this? He looked down at his paws. Cinder was still with the rogues, and as far as he knew, she was still alive. At least he hoped.
“We should probably head back to LeafClan now,” Stonetail’s voice cut into his thoughts. “Sunset will be here soon.”
Minnowstripe brushed his muzzle against Blackflame’s, and then Shadowheart’s. “It was great to meet you both,” he purred. “StarClan light your paths.”
“And yours,” Blackflame echoed.
Leaving the three cats by the stepping stones, Minnowstripe bounded off back towards ReedClan camp. Stonetail shook his pelt out, nodding to his sons as he leaped onto the stepping stones. Following him carefully, Blackflame and Shadowheart jumped across the stones. On the other side, Stonetail led them through the marshland towards the river that separated their territories. As they reached it, his father veered further downstream towards more stepping stones. Leading them both across, he stepped back to let them guide him to camp.
“Are you sure you want to come to camp?” Shadowheart asked his father.
Stonetail gave a nod. “Yes. I need to speak with Foxstar.”
Exchanging a glance with Blackflame, Shadowheart just gave a tiny sigh and took the lead. The three toms walked in silence, the cold air pricking at their fur. Stopping just outside of the camp entrance, Shadowheart glanced back at his father. Stonetail met his gaze, determination burning in the ice blue depths. Turning back towards the hollow log, Shadowheart led the way inside.
Cloudflight was sitting outside of the nursery with Lionclaw, their three kits tussling about at their paws. Frosttail, Jayeyes, and Nettleleaf laid outside of the elders den, while Sparrowpaw, Larkpaw, and Ravenpaw sparred nearby. Sagepelt and Hollycloud were sharing a large rabbit with Rainfall and Silverleaf, while Redfur groomed herself beside them. Firelight and Alderleaf were sharing tongues in front of the warriors den, while Longwhisker and Dawnrise dozed together nearby.
As soon as the three cats emerged into camp, every cat turned their attention to them. A mixture of curiosity and hostility filled the air in an instant. Foxstar padded out of her den, a look of shock followed by undisguised hostility upon seeing Stonetail. Blackflame instinctively pressed close to their father, eyeing the LeafClan leader with wary eyes.
“Stonetail,” her voice was cold and sharply edged.
Stonetail brushed past Shadowheart to stand before the LeafClan leader. “Foxstar,” he replied, his voice even.
“What made you think you would be allowed to show yourself here? In my camp?” Foxstar growled, her eyes flashing.
Stonetail’s gaze didn’t waver. “You and I both know the reason I’m here. Mine and Silversky’s kits are alive.”
Foxstar snarled. “Yeah? And?” she hissed. “They may be alive, but Silversky isn’t. And whose fault is that?”
Shadowheart blinked and looked at his father. Stonetail’s eyes had narrowed. “That is the fault of Hawk. And Hawk alone. Foxstar,” he raised his head. “You have blamed me for the death of my mate for far too long. It’s time you realize that I won’t let you do so any longer. Silversky made her choices, and in the end Hawk took advantage of them and drove her to her death. I have already paid for my mistakes. However I regret none of them. Silversky may be gone, but our kits are alive. StarClan has given me that blessing at least.”
“You think it’s that simple, Stonetail?” a bitter laugh escaped the LeafClan leader’s throat. “Get out of my camp. And be glad I didn’t tear you apart upon seeing you here. Your sons may be here in LeafClan, but you will never be welcome here as long as I live.”
Stonetail dipped his head. “Very well. If that’s how you wish to continue to see things, so be it.”
Staring at his leader in confusion and horror, Shadowheart turned to his father. Blackflame looked just as worried, leaning close to touch his muzzle to Stonetail’s.
“Don’t worry,” their father reassured them. “You both will always be welcome in ReedClan if you ever need me. Just because we are in different Clans, it does not mean I still can’t be your father.”
Shadowheart pressed his muzzle to his father’s flank. “Be safe going back home.”
“We’ll see you soon,” Blackflame promised, nuzzling Stonetail.
Purring, Stonetail licked their heads. “Take care. I love you both so much; your sister too, if I ever get to meet her.”
Watching him leave with a heaviness in his heart, Shadowheart turned back towards Foxstar. His leader’s eyes were full of several emotions, but one he recognized most; grief. It was clear what the toll of this all was on her. Without waiting for any cat to speak, Foxstar wordlessly crept back into her den. Blackflame stared after her, eyes full of sympathy. The aftermath of their parents affair left a devastating scar across the hearts of all those involved. A scar that only time itself would heal, if ever.
Meeting Firelight’s gaze from across the clearing, Shadowheart began to understand just how much a weight this was to carry. One that he and Blackflame would not be able to carry alone. His friend’s eyes reflected his own, and he knew what had to be done next. I need to find Cinder.
Chapter EightWarm scents flooded Shadowheart’s nose, and he awoke to the familiar StarClan meadow from before. Sunlight shone brightly overhead, and butterflies fluttered around the flowers dotting the rolling green fields with a rainbow of color. Sitting up, Shadowheart looked around for the silver she-cat that usually greeted him. “Hello?” he called, standing. “Are you here?”“You came,” the soft voice came from behind him. Shadowheart spun around to lock gazes with the mysterious silver she-cat. “Why?”Shadowheart bristled. “Why? What do you mean why? You know why I’m here!” He growled, glaring at her. Fury was building up in his muscles. “You lied to me!”The she-cat blinked calmly. “Lied to you? When?”“You never told me who you were, even when you knew I would find out,” Shadowheart lashed his tail. “You’re Silversky. My mother.”Silversky dipped her head. “Yes, I am.” She raised her tail when Shadowheart went to speak. “I don’t expect you to understand my reasons for not telling you sooner. And I am happy to see you together with your brother and father after so long. However that’s not the reason you have come to me, is it?”Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself, Shadowheart gave his mother a steady gaze. “You’re right, I did come here for another reason. It’s about Cinder. I need you to tell her the truth about Hawk.”Eyes darkening with sorrow, Silversky shook her head. “I’m afraid I can’t. Cinder is far from StarClan’s reach. The ones to tell her the truth will be you and Blackflame.”“But how?” Shadowheart argued, digging his claws into the ground. “I can’t just stroll into the gorge and tell her!”Silversky looked at him. “You already found the one who lurks in shadow, Blackflame. Now you must dispel the darkness in Cinder’s heart by revealing the truth.”Darkness began to enclose on Shadowheart’s vision. “No! Please wait! Tell me how!”Simply blinking her eyes warmly at him, Shadowheart was thrown out of the vision. He awoke with a start in his own nest, looking around him quickly. Every cat was sound asleep in their nests, gentle snores echoing through the den. Too restless to sleep, Shadowheart carefully stepped around his sleeping Clanmates and left the den. Cold air welcomed him, and he let out a shiver. Leaf-bare had been kind to the Clan so far, but even Shadowheart knew the weather was bound to break.The elder’s keep fretting about the snow, Shadowheart stared up at the sky. Is it really that bad? I don’t remember if I ever saw any or not…“Can’t sleep?” Firelight’s drowsy mew came from behind him.Shadowheart sighed. “Not really, no.”Fur fluffed out from the cold, Firelight sat beside him with a yawn. “Any particular reason?”“I spoke to Silversky,” Shadowheart admitted quietly. “I wanted to know what to do about Cinder.”“What did she say?”“Nothing useful.”Shadowheart gave a frustrated lash of his tail. “How does she expect me to tell Cinder? There’s no way I can just sneak into the gorge!”Firelight tipped her head thoughtfully. “Then we’ll just need to sneak into the territory. Cinder did that by hiding her scent with mud right? We can do the same thing until we find her.”“Are you crazy?” Shadowheart gasped. “If we got caught, Hawk would kill us both!”“Are you afraid?” she challenged.“Yes!” he snapped. “How can you not be? Did you completely forget what happened the last time you tried to sneak into the gorge? You were almost blinded! I can’t let that happen to you again.”Firelight bristled. “I don’t need you to protect me!”Frustrated, Shadowheart looked away sharply. He knew Firelight had a good point. If he wanted Cinder to know the truth, he would have to seek her out himself. Deep down he knew he could make it to the gorge without being noticed. However did he really want to risk being caught? Risk Firelight being caught? He couldn’t ask Firelight to stay behind. She would never listen to him anyways. If Shadowheart was going to the gorge, he needed to decide now while his Clanmates safely slept, unaware of his absence. This is just like before. When I left LeafClan the first time.“Are we going or not?” Firelight prodded him in the side with her paw.Shadowheart took a deep breath. “Yeah, I suppose we are.”“We’ll need to go through the dirtplace tunnel then. Timberfall is guarding the camp entrance, and if we want to sneak out that’s our best choice,” Firelight told him.Slinking ahead, he glanced around to see if any cat had noticed them. Firelight brushed past him, disappearing through the dirtplace tunnel. Shadowheart followed closely behind, and together they both veered away from camp and into the forest. The two walked in silence, keeping alert for any sign of a threat. A loud crash in the bracken behind nearly sent Shadowheart scrambling up a nearby tree. Firelight unsheathed her claws, glaring at where the noise had come from. Shadowheart let out a sigh of relief when Blackflame emerged from the bushes. “What are you doing here?”Eyes twinkling mischievously, Blackflame waved his tail. “Oh, I saw you two sneak out of camp in the middle of the night. I thought about not following you, since usually when two cats sneak out together it means they want to be alone. But my curiosity got the better of me.”Ears burning, Shadowheart looked away. Firelight gave a snort. “Like that’s what we would be doing! Honestly, are you completely mouse-brained?”Blackflame purred. “Easy there. I already knew you two were probably off to find Cinder.”“You do realize this isn’t just some adventure, right?” Firelight rolled her eyes. “Hawk and his rogues aren’t exactly welcoming us with open paws.”Padding past them, Blackflame turned to look back. “I know that. Cinder’s my sister too, not just Shadowheart’s. I want to help her just as much as you do.”Shadowheart gave a reluctant nod. His brother had a point, even though the wayward tom proved to be too laid-back in serious moments. Could he really trust that Blackflame wouldn’t hold them back? That he would take this seriously? There was no time to debate it. He knew they had little time to get to the gorge and find Cinder.“Well are we going to stand here all night, or are we going to find Cinder?” Firelight meowed, taking the lead.Blackflame fell in beside Shadowheart with a purr. “She’s quite a feisty one, isn’t she?”“She just wants to get things done is all,” he replied, staring ahead.The three cats trekked further through LeafClan territory, until they reached the top of the Hollow Ravine. Blackflame stared down the ravine, eyes wide in awe as he took in the view. Giving him a moment, Shadowheart and Firelight waited close by. Once he was ready to continue, they made their way to the moorland. A cold breeze blew across the frost-laden moor, the brittle heather swaying in the wind. Shadowheart led the way along the border, keeping an eye out for any BreezeClan patrols. To his relief, no cats stopped them and they made it across the thunderpath with ease.“Where now?” Blackflame asked.Shadowheart thought for a few moments. The tunnel was the quickest route, but it was also the most obvious. He knew that the rogues would spot them easily there. They would have to take the route Cinder guided him down when he escaped moons before with Firelight and Pinefrost. He leaped onto a nearby boulder, as if going towards the Cavern of Stars.“This way.”Climbing after him, Blackflame and Firelight carefully leaped from boulder to boulder. Shadowheart reached the top of the cliff at last, helping pull Firelight up by her scruff. Blackflame leaped up beside them, gazing out across the moor stretched beyond them. Flicking his ears, the black tabby swerved his head towards the forest behind them.“We have company.”Shadowheart tensed and faced the forest. Had the rogues found them this quickly? A dark gray pelt appeared from the bushes, stepping out into the moonlight. Familiar blue eyes looked at them, and Shadowheart felt his heart quicken.“What are you doing here?”Cinder!
Chapter Nine“Cinder! Thank StarClan it’s only you,” Shadowheart mewed in relief.Cinder didn’t look as relieved. In fact, her blue eyes were as cold as ice. “I asked what you were doing here, Shadowheart.”She never calls me by my Clan name! Shadowheart stared at his sister in dismay. Blackflame brushed up beside him, his gaze unreadable. “So you’re Cinder.”“What’s it to you?” she growled, staring at him with a wary look in her eyes.“That doesn’t matter right now,” Firelight snapped. “We don’t have much time so just listen for once, will you?”The rogue shot a sharp look at Shadowheart. “What is this about?”Shadowheart took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I came here because there’s something you need to know. S-Something I should have told you sooner.”Cinder narrowed her eyes. “And that is?”“Cinder, Hawk and Lily...they’re not our parents,” Shadowheart tried to explain. “Our real mother was named Silversky, and our father is named Stonetail. Both of them...both of them are Clan cats. We were never rogues.”The fur along Cinder’s spine bristled. Her eyes were sharp with disbelief. “What are you talking about?” she hissed. “Has living in the Clans caused your brain to reduce to nothing but thistle-down?”Shadowheart shook his head, willing for his sister to understand. “Of course not! Cinder, I know this isn’t easy for you to hear. But what Hawk has told us is wrong! He stole us from our mother when we were too young to remember! Our real mother died because of him! And our father didn’t even know we were alive until yesterday.”“And why should I believe you?” Cinder challenged, her lips drawn back in a snarl. “Why should I believe any of this nonsense?”“Because the cat who saw it all happen raised me,” Blackflame answered, his gaze meeting Cinder’s. “He used to follow Hawk, but left when he saw what he did to Silversky. In fact, he saved me from near death and raised me in the twolegplace.”Cinder’s eyes widened. “What are you saying?”“I’m your brother,” Blackflame replied, blinking slowly. “When Mole—the cat who raised me—died, I came back to find my family. I know this is hard to-”“Lies!” Cinder spat, turning her angry glare on Shadowheart. “You may be desperate enough to belong to the Clans, but I’m not!”Shadowheart stared at her in shock. “What? Cinder that’s not true! Can’t you see that Hawk has been lying to us this entire time?”Blackflame stepped forward, eyes sympathetic. “Cinder, please-”“Stay away from me!” Cinder snarled, swatting at him. “Neither of you are any brothers of mine! Now get lost before I call for Hawk himself!”Firelight’s eyes flashed with anger. “Why you-”Shadowheart quickly cut her off. He stared desperately at his sister. “Cinder, I know you don’t really feel that way. Please just listen to us!”“Never,” Cinder growled coldly. “Now go. You don’t belong here, and never will.”Before he could argue, she turned and charged off into the woods. Blackflame started to go after her, but Shadowheart quickly stopped him. Pain gripped his heart, and pierced it deeper than any thorn. He had hoped Cinder would understand, but he underestimated the strength of her loyalty to Hawk and the rogues. It now seemed impossible to get Cinder to see the truth. Tail drooping, Shadowheart let out a weary sigh of defeat.Firelight was the one to break the silence. “Well, that could have went better.”“What do we do now?” Blackflame asked.Shadowheart shook his head. “There’s nothing else we can do. Cinder has chosen her path.”Frowning, his brother brushed up beside Shadowheart in comfort. “She will see. Give her time.”“We need to get moving,” Firelight urged them. “We can’t trust that Cinder hasn’t told the rogues that we’re here.”Blackflame dipped his head. “Yes, you’re right. However, there is somewhere I’d like to go before we returned to camp.”Shadowheart lifted his head. “Where’s that?”“I want to go back to the twolegplace, where I grew up,” Blackflame replied, starting to climb down the rocks. “I want to make sure the cats I was raised beside are safe.”Firelight bristled. “Are you crazy?” she called down after him. “That place is teeming with twolegs and monsters!”“I know that place better than you know the forest,” Blackflame glanced over his shoulder. “And if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. But I need to make sure they’re all safe.”Shadowheart brushed up beside Firelight. “No, we’ll go with you. I can’t let you travel there alone, not after finally getting to meet you.”“Oh sure, and we can become kittypets while we’re at it!” Firelight muttered under her breath.Blackflame purred. “Thank you. I promise we’ll be back in camp before they miss us.”Giving a disbelieving snort, Firelight climbed down after him. Shadowheart glanced back at the trees where Cinder disappeared, frowning. Why did she have to be so difficult? Just what had Hawk done to make her change so drastically? Deciding this wasn’t the time to dwell on his sister, Shadowheart joined Firelight and Blackflame at the bottom of the cliff. Blackflame led them both alongside the thunderpath, his pawsteps confident. This must be like home to him, Shadowheart realized, flinching every time a monster roared past them.The moor began to disappear behind them, and ahead of them the path opened up to brightly colored twoleg nests with fences. The ground underpaw turned to hard stone, and the thunderpath had narrowed and turned into multiple different ones. Monsters were sitting quietly against the stone path, while others cruised slowly along. Blackflame strode on without hesitation, leading them through winding paths. A twoleg nest nearby had a stretch of grass in front of it, with a twoleg holding a strange green branch that sprayed water. Shadowheart blinked at the unusual sight. Suddenly, a flurry of barks came from the back of the nest. A large brown dog exploded from behind the twoleg and came charging at the cats with sharp fangs. Firelight let out a shriek of surprise, unsheathing her claws as she prepared to fight. Shadowheart joined beside her, his back arched in a hiss. Blackflame however seemed calm, and sat as the dog approached them. What is he doing? He’s going to get killed! Shadowheart shot Blackflame a panicked look, ready to leap to his brother’s defense. However, the dog came to a halt a mere tail-length away, pacing the edge of the grass angrily.“What is it doing?” Firelight asked, still watching the dog warily.Blackflame’s eyes were glittering with amusement. “For some reason this dog doesn’t leave its twoleg’s garden. It just suddenly stops right here.”Now I’ve seen everything, Shadowheart thought. “W-Well let’s get away from it then. I don’t trust it to stay there for long.”Purring, Blackflame continued on. Shadowheart kept his senses alert until the dog’s snarls had faded away completely in the distance. Firelight looked just as uncomfortable, her fur fluffed out and ears alert at every sound. Blackflame suddenly veered left, disappearing through a hole in a wooden fence. Shadowheart exchanged a glance with Firelight, before squeezing in after his brother. Beyond the fence, was a field surrounded by twoleg nests. Twoleg litter was scattered around the field, and a large tree sat in the middle. Blackflame looked around expectantly, his ears pricked.“Ginger? Flower? Harley?” he called out. “Are any of your here?”“Even the names here are weird,” Firelight muttered to Shadowheart. A pale ginger tabby peered out from under a stack of twoleg rubbish. Her green eyes widened when she saw Blackflame. “Blackflame! I hadn’t expected to see you so soon.”Curling his tail up in delight, Blackflame bounced over to her. “Ginger! It’s great to see you’re okay.”Touching noses with her, Blackflame turned his gaze to Shadowheart and Firelight. “This is my brother, and his friend.”Shadowheart dipped his head as he approached. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Shadowheart.”“And mine is Firelight,” Firelight added curtly.Ginger twitched her ear. “I see they have the same strange names as you,” she remarked to Blackflame.Blackflame sat down, looking around. “Where are Flower and Harley?”The older she-cat’s eyes clouded. “Harley...he joined those rogues when they came recruiting cats. Flower went after him to bring him back, but it’s been two days.”“What?” Blackflame jumped to his paws, eyes wide with outrage. “How could Harley just follow Hawk? After everything Mole told us about him?”“Flower and I tried to reason with him,” Ginger sighed in defeat. “But he refused to listen. He thought things could be different.”Digging his claws in the ground, Blackflame lashed his tail. “I need to go after him. Who knows what could happen to him if he stays!”Shadowheart blinked. “Blackflame, we can’t just go into rogue territory!”“You lived there before right?” his brother turned to him. “You can lead me there. I can’t let Harley stay there!”Firelight shook her head. “It’s too dangerous. Last time we were there, we barely escaped. I was almost blinded.”Blackflame bristled. “You don’t understand! I was raised beside Harley and Flower. They’re like my littermates!”Closing his eyes, Shadowheart took a deep breath. It was clear his brother was determined to find the twolegplace cats. And really, was he wrong to be? These cats had been Blackflame’s family before he came to the forest. “Shadowheart?” Blackflame was staring at him with pleading silver eyes.Opening his eyes, Shadowheart gave a slight nod. “We’ll go. I’ll lead you to the gorge to find your friends.”
Chapter TenShadowheart tread lightly as he led the way towards Hawk’s territory. They had already left the twolegplace behind them, and were creeping along the fences that bordered the forest beyond. Shadowheart quickly scrabbled up onto one of the fences, waiting for Blackflame and Firelight to join him.
“The gorge is up the slope there,” Shadowheart told them, remembering his last journey with Hawk. “If we keep low, hopefully we won’t be spotted.” Firelight leaped down from the fence, landing neatly on the other side. “Won’t they pick up our scents though?” “That’s a good point,” Blackflame joined her on the other side. “If they scent us, then I won’t be able to save Flower or Harley.” Shadowheart looked at them, lost in thought. He vaguely remembered a trick he had been taught when he lived with the rogues; one that may come in handy. Looking around, he found a patch of toadstools and motioned for Firelight and Blackflame to join him. “One of the things I was taught while living with the rogues was to always disguise your scent while in enemy territory,” he explained. “Rolling in these toadstools will help us stay hidden while we search for your friends, Blackflame.” Blackflame’s eyes lit up with admiration. “That’s brilliant! I knew I could count on you, Shadowheart.” Self-conscious from his brother’s praise, Shadowheart licked his chest fur as Firelight sniffed at the toadstools. “First the twolegplace, and now this. You really know how to make things difficult,” the ginger tabby muttered. Blackflame had already begun rolling in the toadstools, covering his fur a layer of musky scent. He sneezed. “Wow, this is some strong smelling stuff! Though it should be enough to hide us, right?” Shadowheart gave a nod, while Firelight began to coat herself in the toadstools scent. “It should be. If Hawk knows we’re here, we won’t be able to get out without a fight.” “I’d be more than happy to rake my claws across his muzzle,” Firelight growled, shaking her fur off. Once Shadowheart had taken his turn to cover up his scent, the three cats set off deeper into the rogue territory. Memories of the short time he had spent with the rogues flowed through his mind. At the time, he had truly thought Hawk and Lily were his parents; and that the gorge was his birthplace. Little did he know that Hawk had lied, and his true parents were the LeafClan queen Silversky, and the ReedClan deputy, Stonetail. Even worse, his littermate Cinder still believed in those lies; having refused to accept the truth. Blackflame halted, his fur bristling. “I can smell Flower! She must be close by.” “Quiet!” Firelight hissed, shoving them under a nearby holly bush. Shadowheart blinked as three cats he didn’t recognize came into view. One was a ragged gray tom, the others a yellow tabby tom and dark ginger-and-white tom. The three cats seemed to be patrolling the territory, sniffing around cautiously. “That’s Harley!” Blackflame gasped, ready to rush over to his friend. “Wait,” Shadowheart quickly steadied his brother. “If you go rushing out there it will only cause a fight. Let’s watch and see what happens first.” Hesitant, Blackflame eased up and just watched the three rogues carefully. As they neared the holly bush, the bracken nearby rattled and a tortoiseshell she-cat burst out into the clearing. The three toms let out hisses of surprise, and the she-cat stared wide eyed at them. Blackflame’s eyes widened. “That’s Flower!” “Be quiet!” Firelight hissed quietly, shooting him a sharp glare. “Harley!” Flower’s green eyes were wide with relief upon spotting her brother, and she rushed towards him without hesitation. “I’m so glad you’re safe! Please, you must come home! Mother is worried sick!” The dark ginger-and-white tom stared at her in astonishment, and Shadowheart realized this must be Harley. Before he could reply to his sister, the ragged gray rogue snarled and stepped forward. “You’re tresspassing on our territory! Get lost or we’ll make you!” Flower’s gaze didn’t leave her brother’s. “Harley, please, you can’t stay here! What about mother?” “Yes, why don’t you go back to your mother like the worthless stray kit you are?” the yellow tabby jeered, eyes narrowed tauntingly at Harley. “Harley!” Flower persisted, her eyes pleading. “You know we can’t trust these rogues! Don’t you remember everything Mole told us? They’re too dangerous!” Harley shook his head. “No, you’re wrong Flower. Mole was a liar. He was just bitter that Hawk didn’t feel the same way as he did; that he didn’t love him back.” Blackflame tensed, his eyes wide in dismay. Shadowheart stared at his brother. That’s right, Mole had been the cat who raised him. It must be hard to hear someone he cares about speak badly about him. “Mole would have never done something like that!” Flower gasped in shock. “He saved Blackflame remember? He also helped take care of us when our father abandoned our mother! How could you say something so awful, after everything Mole had done for us?” Harley hesitated, his expression uncertain. As Flower tried to step closer, the ragged gray rogue lunged forward. “I told you to get lost!” In a flash, Blackflame burst from the holly bush and threw himself onto the rogue. The two toms grappled across the ground, Harley and the other rogue staring in shock. Shadowheart quickly crawled out from under the bush with Firelight. Firelight attacked the yellow tabby as he went to help his friend, while Shadowheart put himself between Harley and Flower. “Blackflame!” Flower stared as the two toms wrestled on the ground. Harley stared at Shadowheart in shock. “Then you and the other cat must be from the Clans. But why? What are you all doing here?” The rogue Blackflame had been fighting let out a screech and broke away. He snarled and dashed off into the forest, his friend following as Firelight slashed at him. Fur bristling, Blackflame tackled Harley to the ground as he pinned him under his claws. “Blackflame!” Harley writhed under him. “What are you doing?” “I could ask you the same thing!” Blackflame snapped, tail lashing. “Have you completely lost your mind? Why are you here with the rogues, after everything they have done?” Flower frowned. “Harley, this isn’t you. Please...come home...” Yowls from a distance could be heard, and Shadowheart’s heart quickened. They couldn’t face Hawk, Cinder, or the rogues yet! If they found them now, there was little chance they would escape unharmed. Firelight seemed to pick up on Shadowheart’s anxiety, and she quickly nudged Flower towards the direction they came from. “It’s not safe here,” she warned. “Hurry back home. We’ll take care of things here.” The twolegplace stray hesitated, glancing back over at Blackflame and Harley. The yowls began to grow closer. Lashing her tail, Flower turned and dashed off back towards the direction of the twolegplace. Harley still struggled under Blackflame’s claws, but the black tabby didn’t budge. “Answer me!” he hissed. Harley’s eyes were wide with distress. “It’s the only way to survive! Rosie...she’s expecting kits—my kits. Hawk promised that any cat who helped him take over the forest would be free to live there. What else was I supposed to do?” “Harley,” Blackflame eased up, letting him stand. “You can’t really believe that, can you?” Flattening his ears, Harley turned away. “I don’t have a choice. I need to do whatever it takes to keep my mate and kits alive. Even if it means working under Hawk. I’m sorry Blackflame, but I can’t go back. Please, tell mother and Flower that I’m sorry.” Taking off back into the forest, Blackflame stared after him. The angry yowls were upon them now, and Shadowheart’s blood froze when he recognized the cats that had surrounded them. Firelight stiffened, her mouth drawn back in a snarl. Blackflame was beside Shadowheart, ears twitching uneasily. “Well, I had wondered who would have been causing trouble. And turns out I needn’t be surprised,” growled Dune, his seeing eye flashing with bitter hatred. Holly and Adder flanked him on both sides, their hackles raised aggressively. Dune stepped forward, powerful muscles rippling under his ragged dark ginger tabby pelt. Shadowheart tensed. “Dune, we’re not here to cause any trouble. Let us go.” “Oh? You think it’s that simple do you?” Dune sneered, venom lacing his words. “You have the nerve to show your face here, and I’m supposed to just let you go?” “If you want a fight I’d be glad to give you one!” Firelight hissed, unsheathing her claws. Dune studied her with his good eye. “I remember you. Judging by those scars, it seems like Cinder chose not to blind you. How unfortunate.” More yowls came from nearby, signaling the approach of back-ups. Just as Dune turned to glance behind him, Shadowheart quickly shoved Blackflame to the side. “Quick! Run!” With a burst of speed, Shadowheart led Blackflame and Firelight towards the opposite direction. Ignoring the angry yowls of Dune and the other rogues, he pressed on. The ground underpaw was sloping, and Shadowheart realized with a lurch that they were approaching the cliff where the Cavern of Stars lay. The three cats had gotten a good head start, navigating the forest with certain pawsteps as they hurried forward. Shadowheart came to a stop, remembering the sharp drop just up ahead. Blackflame managed to halt a few steps behind him, however Firelight lost her footing and rolled forward off the cliff. In a flash, Shadowheart sunk his teeth into her scruff, holding her precariously over the edge. Rocks crackled down the cliff face, and Firelight stared up at Shadowheart with wide eyes. Using all the strength he had, Shadowheart heaved upward. Firelight was thrown up and over him, landing on the solid ground with a thump. Sighing in relief, he turned to look at her. The ground shifted under his paws then, and heart lurching, Shadowheart felt the cliff give way. With a yowl of terror, he was plunged down the cliff face to the rocks below. He landed heavily, his head searing with shock and pain as it slammed against a boulder. Ears ringing, he could barely hear Blackflame and Firelight yowling down to him from the cliff above; horror stricken. A flurry of images flooded into Shadowheart’s head as darkness edged his vision. Images that had long been lost since the fateful day he had been found in the river. Memories he had long forgotten until this moment. As the images finally subsided, Shadowheart felt his vision give way to darkness.
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:16:00 GMT -5
Chapter Eleven
One moon before being found in river…
“Shadow!” a sharp prod caused him to growl in protest. “Come on, it’s time to wake up! You know father doesn’t like waiting!” Groaning, Shadow lifted his head to glare at her. “Go away, Cinder. I don’t need you of all cats to come stumbling in here waking me up.” His sister rolled her eyes, turning away from him to leave the den. “Don’t blame me when father comes looking for you himself!” Shadow snorted. The smooth stone walls inside his shared den with Cinder glowed orange in the morning light. Scuffing the cool sandy floor of the cave, Shadow stepped out into the gorge. The rogue camp was fairly quiet; as many of his campmates had yet to wake. Weak sunlight bathed the gorge in a golden hue, the small stream that ran through camp shimmering with white sparkles. “Good morning, Shadow!” his mother called from across the gorge. Walking over to touch noses to her in greeting, he looked around. “Where’s father at? Is he still patrolling?” “It seems so,” she replied, gently grooming her soft tortoiseshell fur. “He should be back any moment though.” A prick of annoyance ruffled Shadow’s fur. What was the point of being woken up, if his father wasn’t even back yet? The sound of rocks clattering down the rocky ramp near the exit of camp caught his attention. Dune, his father’s second in command, was returning from what appeared to be hunting. Carrying a large rabbit in his jaws, he gave a slight nod to Shadow and Lily before disappearing into his own den across the gorge. Deciding he didn’t feel like waiting for his father to return, Shadow bounded up the ramp and out of the gorge. The musty scent of the forest welcomed Shadow as he placed his paws through the cool grass. Feeling the warmth of the early morning sun in his fur, Shadow tasted the air for prey. Picking up on a scent trail of a shrew, he began to track it down. Remembering what his father had taught him about stalking, he crouched low to the ground and softly made his way closer to the scent of the shrew. Seeing something scuffling under fallen leaves caught his attention. Success! It was the shrew he had been tracking! Licking his lips, Shadow crept forward quietly. Bunching his hind quarters, he leaped and landed squarely on the shrew. Giving it a swift killing bite, he relished in the taste of the warm blood. After he finished eating his fill, Shadow left the remains behind to look for his father. To his relief, he could see the dark tabby pelt of Hawk just up ahead. His father seemed to be deep in thought, and only simply acknowledged Shadow’s approach with a twitch of an ear. Padding up to stand beside him, Shadow gave a mew of greeting. “Shadow,” his father turned to look at him. “I see you’re up early.” Shadow huffed. “Yeah, because Cinder wouldn’t let me sleep.” “Training will be continued shortly,” Hawk replied, ignoring Shadow’s complaints. “Today you will be sparring with Dune. It’s about time I properly assessed your skills.” Shadow opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off. Cinder had leaped out of some nearby bushes, her ice blue eyes filled with excitement. “Can I come? I want to show you what I’ve been practicing!” Narrowing his eyes, Hawk slowly turned his sharp yellow gaze to her. “You know she-cat’s don’t participate in fighting. That’s not your duty.” “Why can’t it be?” she protested, eyes blazing. “Why should I have to be confined to camp or hunting?” Shadow rolled his eyes. Why did his sister have to be so difficult? She knew what her duties were. Their father needn’t remind her daily. “Go back to camp,” Hawk ordered, turning his back to them. “Shadow, come along.” Bristling with indignation, Cinder curled her lip up in a frustrated snarl. Shadow pointedly turned his back on her as he followed Hawk. His sister’s stubborn temper wasn’t his problem. If she wanted to constantly challenge their father’s orders, that was her problem. As far as he was concerned, Cinder was just trying to stir up trouble. Hawk led Shadow to a clearing, where Dune was waiting for them. A large boulder sat near the edge, where Hawk usually watched the training sessions. Padding on the soft springy grass, Shadow dipped his head to Dune. The large ginger tom was sitting patiently, his yellow eyes gleaming as they approached. “Dune,” Hawk greeted curtly. “I would like for you to assess Shadow’s skills so far. I will be observing overhead.” “Oh, certainly Hawk,” replied Dune, slowly getting to his paws. Shadow narrowed his eyes. He was never really fond of Dune. The dark ginger tom always seemed to think highly of himself. Unsheathing his claws, Shadow crouched. Let’s see if I can wipe that arrogance off his muzzle! Dune sprung forward, barreling Shadow over. Kicking at the larger tom’s belly with his hind paws, Shadow bit Dune’s foreleg. Yowling with pain, he reeled back enough for the smaller cat to slip out from under him. Shadow turned and leaped onto Dune’s back, sinking his teeth into his scruff. Dune snarled and fell back, squashing Shadow underneath him. Gasping for air, he laid stunned, while Dune pinned him down with his front claws. Hissing and trying to break free, Shadow writhed under Dune’s claws. Hawk leaped down from the boulder, his expression unreadable. “That’s enough.” Dune loosened his grip, turning to face Hawk. Shadow rolled to his paws, burning with fury. He didn’t want to meet his father’s gaze, and instead stared at his paws. “Dune, you did well during that spar,” Hawk praised. “Perhaps it will teach my son a lesson or two about his reckless fighting skills.” Furious, Shadow glared at the two older cats. As Dune turned to look at him, Shadow slashed his front claws across the tom’s face. Letting out a screech of fury and surprise, blood sprayed across the ground. Claws glistening with blood, Shadow stared defiantly at his campmate. Blood was pooling from his right eye, which was sealed shut in pain. “Argh! My eye! I can’t see!” Dune yowled, his one good eye scrunched up in pain. Hawk gave a snort. “Quit yowling before you scare all the prey. Go back to the gorge and get that eye cleaned up.” Hissing in pain, Dune obeyed as a trail of blood dropped along the grass. Shadow stared after him, his eyes narrowed. Even if none of his campmates liked what he had done, Shadow could care less. A great sense of triumph had flooded his senses. That will take him down a peg or two for sure! A sharp blow to his head sent Shadow spiraling to the ground. Glaring up towards his father dizzily, he let out a hiss of defiance. “Don’t be mad at me! You were the one that taught me to take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself!” Hawk narrowed his eyes into tiny slits. “Even if that means deforming a campmate?” “Of course!” Shadow snapped, shakily getting to his paws. “You said so yourself that Dune needed to be taught a lesson. And guess what? It was taught! By me!” “I see,” Hawk grunted, a glint of approval in his eyes. “Perhaps I was right to test your skills after all.” Shadow let himself relax. “So did I pass then?” “You have a long way to go, but you are learning. Soon you’ll be ready.” Glowing with his father’s praise, Shadow raised his chin proudly. As he followed Hawk back towards the gorge, Shadow couldn’t help but relish his sense of victory.
Shadow was in a forest. Leaves glowed with sunlight overhead, casting soft shadows across the ground. A part of this forest was familiar to him, yet he could not recall ever being here before. The whispers of a gentle wind caressed his fur, while bringing along a warm scent Shadow very faintly remembered. Padding on, Shadow came to a stop near the edge of a ravine. Curiously he peered over the edge; but only a dense fog greeted him, as it hid the view down below. “You’ve come at last,” a soft voice behind him murmured. Bristling Shadow spun around, claws unsheathed. A silver tabby stood a few feet away, her silver eyes watching him with an unreadable expression. “Who are you?” he demanded, curling his lips into a snarl. The she-cat didn’t answer him at first, merely seeming to observe him. “The path you take is one of darkness,” she warned. Shadow raised his head. “So what? Who are you to tell me how to live my life?” In a flash, the she-cat was beside him. Yowling in shock, Shadow lurched back as his back paws slipped out from under him. Slipping off the cliff, Shadow dug his front claws onto the side of the ravine. Clinging desperately to the edge, he looked up helplessly while the strange she-cat stared down at him. Heart thudding in his chest, Shadow tried to scrabble back up from the cliff; his back paws churning uselessly against the rock below. “Only the tide of river below can wash away the darkness in your heart,” the she-cat told him, lowering her muzzle to his. “Only then will you see the truth.” Eyes glowing ominously, Shadow let out a yowl of horror as his claws slipped. Falling down in the dark depths below, only the mysterious she-cat’s silver eyes cut through. “Shadow! Hey, Shadow! Wake up!” Jolting awake, the young leaped to his paws. Claws unsheathed and fur bristling he looked around in fury. Cinder stared at him in surprise, her blue eyes wide. Realizing it had only been a dream, Shadow felt himself ease with a sigh. “What has you scared out of your pelt?” Cinder asked, staring at him. “You were yowling in your sleep!” Both embarrassed and frazzled from his dream, Shadow ignored her as he went to groom his pelt. The last thing he wanted to do was tell his annoying littermate about the strange dream. What future leader gets so upset over some stupid dream? Deciding to continue on, Cinder huffed. “I hope you haven’t forgotten that you’re supposed to help me with hunting today.” “Keep your fur on, will you?” Shadow snapped. “Can’t a cat get some peace around here?” His sister gave a snort. “Geez, who put dirt in your fresh-kill?” Muttering to herself, the dark gray she-cat left Shadow alone in the den. Trying to shake the uneasy feeling from his dream, Shadow finished grooming before leaving his den. Cinder was waiting for him nearby, in a conversation with Pine and Leaf; two cats the same age as them. Walking over, he grunted a brief greeting to his campmates. “Oh, good morning Shadow,” Leaf meowed, his light brown tabby fur sleek and freshly washed. Cinder licked her paw and drew it over her ear. “You don’t want to talk to him,” she mewed pointedly. “He might just claw your ears off.” Pine frowned, the small russet-furred she-cat gave a tiny shudder. “Like he did to Dune’s eye?” Leaf’s eyes widened. “Oh that’s right! You know you probably blinded him in that eye.” “So?” Shadow snorted, hiding the hint of satisfaction in his mew. “Maybe next time he’ll learn to be quicker.” Pine flinched, inching closer to her brother. Shadow ignored her, and started to climb the ramp leading out into the forest. It didn’t matter what his campmates thought; as long as his father had praised him. Cinder followed after him, and soon the two young cats were in the forest. “Mother is upset with you, you know,” Cinder told him. “She doesn’t like what you did to Dune.” Shadow turned his steely blue gaze on her. “So? She’s a she-cat. Like any of you would understand what it takes to survive. You know what father says; your jobs are to have kits and hunt. That’s all.” Cinder growled, unsheathing her claws as she whirled to fix him with a sharp glare. “We can fight if he’d just let us! Why should only the toms be allowed to fight? I bet I could easily beat you in a fight if father would just give me a chance.” “I highly doubt that,” Shadow retorted. “Now, are we here to hunt or to listen to you complain?” Growling angrily at Shadow, Cinder stalked off to hunt alone. Happy at finally getting some peace, Shadow turned to hunt on his own. By the time the two cats met up again, they had managed to catch enough prey for themselves, Lily, and Hawk. Satisfied with their catch, the two of them headed back to the gorge to deliver the prey. Grooming his fur after sharing prey with his kin, Shadow kept his gaze on the ledge leading out of camp. Hawk had yet to return, but Shadow imagined it wouldn’t be too much longer before he did. Cinder had gone over with their mother, who was laying beside Splash—Leaf and Pine not too far away. Distracted for a brief moment, Shadow hadn’t noticed Hawk coming down the ramp. A loud yowl rang out in the gorge, and Shadow was instantly on his paws. The large tom was already on the large boulder above his den, staring down at his cats as they gathered around. Shadow gazed up at his father in awe. One day that would be him. He would someday lead the rogues, as promised to the heir of the leader. “I have an announcement to make,” Hawk growled, his yellow eyes raking across the gorge. “Starting tomorrow, all cats will begin battle training.” “What?” Shadow stared at his father in outrage. “Why?” Hawk shot him a look. “We don’t have enough toms to fight. Until I can recruit more cats, this decision still stands. With none of our she-cat’s nursing kits, this is the only option we have.” A sharp breeze swept through the gorge, bringing the scent of rain. Furiously, Shadow stormed off to his den; not willing to hear anymore. What kind of leader let his cats become weak? Angrily curling up in his nest, he forced himself to sleep.
The next moon passed quickly, with training regimes being pushed more and more. With the constant rain, this only made things harder on the rogues. Shadow still had not gotten over his father’s sudden decision to train she-cat’s to fight, however his protests were ignored by Hawk. Instead, Shadow put all his frustration into his sparring sessions. While furious with his father’s new orders, Cinder on the other paw took to battle training with bright optimism. As much as Shadow hated to admit it, his sister showed promise as a fighter. When he grew tired of watching his campmates sparring sessions, Shadow decided to head towards the river that cut through their territory. Hoping to catch a vole or shrew, he sniffed around the riverbank. A strange creaking sound caught his attention. Lodged a little ways downstream, a large tree branch connected both sides of the river. None of the cats back in the gorge had been beyond the river’s edge, as no cat could swim, however the prospect of new territory enticed Shadow. Getting closer to inspect the branch, he placed his paw on the edge. It wobbled slightly, but still remained firm. Perhaps if he were able to explore this new area of forest, Hawk would be able to find more cats to join them. Alight with excitement, Shadow scrabbled up onto the branch. It creaked a bit under his weight, but otherwise stayed in place. Just as he was about to continue on, a yowl of alarm called from the behind. “Shadow! What are you doing?” Growling with frustration, he turned to look at his sister. “What does it look like? I’m going to cross this branch to see what’s on the other side.” “Are you mad?” Cinder’s eyes were wide. “The branch isn’t going to hold with these flood waters!” “Shut up!” he spat, turning on his sister. “I’ll go wherever I want. I’m the one that will be leader one day, remember. Not you!” Cinder lashed her tail. “Who cares about that? Just come back over here before something bad happens!” Ready to offer a stinging retort, Shadow suddenly felt the branch sway under him. Heart lurching, he noticed water beginning to surge down the river. The branch dislodged, sending him plunging into the dark water below. Breaking the surface, Shadow clung onto a part of the branch as he was swept along. Racing along the riverbank, Cinder yowled his name. Her eyes were wide with horror, and she was desperately trying to keep pace with the river. Using all his strength to keep hold on the branch, Shadow panicked as he was being swept further and further away from the gorge. Cinder was beginning to slacker her pace, unable to keep up. She stared at him with a mixture of guilt, anguish, and fear. More of the branch splintered apart as a fresh wave burst through, and Shadow was sent spiraling under the water. Just as he was about to break for the surface again, a heavy piece of the branch was pushed under. Eyes wide with horror, Shadow could only watch as it was sent flying down towards him. As it struck him, he felt his head burst with pain. The last thing he saw before blacking out, was the soft outline of the silver she-cat from his dream.
Chapter TwelveThe sound of rustling woke Shadowheart. Opening his eyes slowly, he waited for his vision to adjust. He was surrounded by smooth dirt walls, and the scent of herbs filled his nose. Shifting in his nest, he tried to sit up. Pain shot through him and he reeled in agony. Images of falling off the cliff side flashed through his mind. Slowly he began to recall what happened.Where am I? The question caused him to freeze. After he lost consciousness, he had no idea where he was or how he even got here. All he could remember was running from Hawk’s rogues with Firelight and Blackflame, before falling off the cliff. Staggering to his paws, ignoring the pain that throbbed in his head, Shadowheart started to make his way to the exit of the strange den. Wherever he was, the scent of herbs told him that the cat who stayed here knew how to heal.As he approached the exit, a dark gray head blocked his view. Fur bristling, Shadowheart met the stranger’s sharp blue gaze. “You’re finally awake!”Blinking away the light outside as the cat came into the den, Shadowheart looked at him. “Where am I? And who are you?”“My name is Sootfur,” the cat told him, shuffling through the herbs that lined the back wall. “I’m the BreezeClan medicine cat. You’re in my den.”“BreezeClan?” Shadowheart blinked, recognition clearing his mind. He scarcely remembered seeing the dark gray tom at gatherings. “How did I get here?”Sootfur dropped a mouthful of herbs at Shadowheart’s paws. “Your friends dragged you here about two days ago. They said you fell off the side of a cliff.”“Where are they?” Shadowheart asked. “Are they okay?”Sootfur gave a nod. “They both are fine. Skystar let them stay here while you recovered, not that he really had a choice mind you.” His eyes glowed with amusement. “Gorsetail has made good use of them with hunting patrols. Of course, I’d like you to rest more. You had a nasty fall after all.”Gazing down at the herbs, Shadowheart leaned down to sniff them. “Are these for my head?”“Yes. There’s feverfew for the pain, along with some raspberry leaves to help take the edge off,” Sootfur explained. “I also gave you some poppy seeds.”Hesitantly he lapped up the herbs, spitting in disgust as he swallowed. “Ugh, as bitter as ever.”“You’ll be thankful for them later though!” Sootfur purred. “Now, go back to your nest. I’ll go and let your friends know you’re awake.”Head hurting, Shadowheart wearily went back to his nest and curled up. Thinking of LeafClan, he wondered what his Clanmates thought of their sudden disappearance. Were they worried? Or angry? Shadowheart knew they couldn’t stay in the BreezeClan camp for too much longer. Head spinning with a flurry of thoughts, Shadowheart could feel the effects of the poppy seeds as he drifted off to sleep.The next day, Shadowheart felt a bit stronger; his pain reduced to a dull ache. Slipping out of the medicine cat den, he flinched at the afternoon daylight. The BreezeClan camp looked different than the last time Shadowheart had been here. As an apprentice, the camp was under attack by Hawk and his rogues. However now it was peaceful, with no signs of the past struggle.A white she-cat was sitting outside the nursery, watching her young kits scamper around at her paws. A hunting patrol of BreezeClan warriors were returning with freshly killed prey, as the apprentices all tussled outside of a den. To his surprise, a small ginger tabby she-cat noticed him and came running over; her green eyes wide.“Shadowheart, isn’t it?” she mewed, sniffing him curiously.Blinking he backed up a little. “U-Uh yeah...”Eyes glowing she let out a purr. “I guess you wouldn’t remember me. My name is Birdfeather,” she told him. “You saved me from that rogue when our camp was attacked.”“Oh!” Shadowheart instantly remembered his fight against Holly, where he and Birdfeather—then Birdpaw—had fought her off together. “It’s nice to see you again.”Birdfeather purred. “You as well. I didn’t expect to see you again like this, but even still, I’m grateful for what you did. That rogue would have killed me if you hadn’t of jumped in.”Dipping his head, Shadowheart let out a small purr. “I’m just glad things ended well. Speaking of which,” he looked around. “Have you seen my two Clanmates? I was hoping to see them.”“They left on a hunting patrol not too long ago,” the BreezeClan warrior replied. “I expect they’ll be back in a little while.”“Thank you, Birdfeather,” Shadowheart nodded. “I’ll wait outside Sootfur’s den then.”Mewing her goodbye, the she-cat bounded off to rejoin her Clanmates across the camp. Shadowheart settled down outside of the medicine cat den, watching the entrance to camp. He couldn’t help but feel hollow; having remembered his life before the Clans. All this time he had wanted his lost memories to come back to him, but when they did, Shadowheart had wished they never did. He was a monster. A cat who would do anything to please Hawk, enough to blind his own campmate. Even then, he realized, Silversky had still watched over him. But had he really been worth it? Why didn’t she bother to save Cinder, who had not been a cruel cat like him? Perhaps if she had, Cinder would be safely living among the Clans; her true kin. Regretfully he realized that Cinder had good reason to resent him, to hate him even. Unlike her, he had not been a good littermate. No matter what he did to make up for it now, he couldn’t take back the past. Feeling too depressed to wait up for Firelight and Blackflame, Shadowheart got up to go back to his nest. Tail dragging in the dirt, he had almost made his way back into the medicine cat den before he heard Firelight yowling his name.“You’re finally up!” that was Blackflame. His brother’s eyes sparkled with glee as he rushed to touch noses with him.Firelight’s own eyes gave away her relief, even if she tried her best to hide it. “It’s about time too. We were beginning to think we had joined BreezeClan!”Shadowheart forced himself to purr. Even though he was happy to see his Clanmates, he still felt himself in low spirits. “Sootfur said I would be fit enough to travel back to LeafClan.”“That’s great!” Blackflame chirped, his tail shooting straight up. “BreezeClan has been really kind to us, but nothing beats the forest. The moorland is a bit too open for my liking, plus with leaf-bare it’s a lot colder!”Firelight narrowed her eyes at Shadowheart, clearly guessing he was hiding something. “Yes, it would be nice to go back home.”I’ll tell her about this later, Shadowheart decided. He didn’t want to share his newfound memories while they were still with BreezeClan. “We can go back tomorrow. It’s getting a bit late to travel today.”“Foxstar is probably going to skin off our pelts when we get back too,” Firelight sighed. “Hopefully the Clan will understand why we snuck away.”Blackflame purred. “I’m sure Foxstar will understand.”And hedgehogs might fly! Shadowheart bit back the sharp reply. His wayward littermate clearly didn’t understand the trouble they were in.“So our guest is awake,” a low rumble nearby startled Shadowheart.Firelight dipped her head respectfully. “Skystar. We appreciate your Clans hospitality, but now that our friend is better we wanted to set out back home first thing tomorrow.”Shocked by his friend’s formal tone, Shadowheart flicked his gaze to the BreezeClan leader. “As I would expect,” the large silver tabby tom meowed. “Of course, Gorsetail and two of my warriors will escort you to the border at dawn.”“Thank you,” Blackflame mewed. “Our Clan is most likely very worried about us.”Skystar nodded thoughtfully. “I won’t ask why a patrol of LeafClan warriors were so close to my territory, however, I would appreciate this not repeating itself. My Clan have been kind this time, as your friend was injured, but the next time things will be different.”“We understand, Skystar,” Firelight replied. “You won’t have to worry about us this close to your border again.”“I should hope not,” the BreezeClan leader rumbled, leaving the three LeafClan cats alone.Blackflame gave a long stretch, yawning. “Well, we should get some rest then. We’ll need the energy for tomorrow.”“R-Right,” Shadowheart stammered, avoiding his friend’s gazes. “I’ll go back to my nest in Sootfur’s den.”Firelight’s tail tip twitched. “Not before you eat something,” she argued. “You’ve been sleeping for three days. You need something to eat.”Before he could protest, Firelight whipped around to grab something from the fresh-kill pile in the center of camp. Blackflame gave a purr of amusement, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “She won’t ever admit it,” he whispered to Shadowheart. “But she was super worried about you. Sootfur had to practically fight tooth and claw to keep her out of the medicine cat den.”Staring after his friend, Shadowheart knew he could believe it. “I don’t doubt it.”Blackflame butted Shadowheart’s shoulder affectionately. “Just make sure you eat and gather your strength. I don’t want to lose you.”Giving a tiny purr, touched by his brother’s words, Shadowheart licked his ear with affection. “I will. You don’t have to worry, I promise.”A cold breeze blew across the camp, bringing the scent of snow. Shadowheart gazed up at the dove gray sky. Would LeafClan accept them back after being gone for several days? The ominous feeling in his chest felt as dark as the future ahead. With leaf-bare here, and the Clans weakened by hunger, Hawk’s presence cast a feeling on unease on all the Clans. Shadowheart could only hope that he was able to put a stop to Hawk—and Cinder—if he had to.
Chapter Thirteen
The morning brought a cold breeze, and Shadowheart shivered as they left the BreezeClan camp. Gorsetail, the BreezeClan deputy, was in the lead—Shrewfang and Snowflower, two BreezeClan warriors, flanked them on each side. Blackflame yawned as he brushed beside Shadowheart, his eyes drooped with exhaustion. Firelight, however, was wide awake, her every moment cautious and alert. As they reached the forest line, Gorsetail turned to look at them. “This is as far as we’ll go,” he told them gruffly. “Yes, thank you,” Shadowheart dipped his head. “I’m sorry for imposing on your Clan like this as well.” “Just don’t fall off any more cliffs,” the black-and-white tom snorted, leading the two BreezeClan warriors away. Firelight huffed. “He says that like you had every intention to just go flying off the cliff!” Blackflame padded ahead. “Who cares? Let’s hunt! I’m starved.” “Shouldn’t we travel a bit more first? It’s a long walk to camp,” Shadowheart suggested. “I agree,” Firelight mewed, coming to stand beside him. “We need to get closer to our own territory before we stop. Although,” she gave Shadowheart a pointed look. “We will rest if need be.” Shadowheart bit back a growl of protest. “I’ll be fine! My head doesn’t hurt at all. Sootfur gave me more herbs just before we left.” Blackflame’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “I would just listen to her if I were you. After all, she-cat’s know best don’t they?” Glaring at his brother, Shadowheart just stared ahead. The three cats walked in silence as they covered more ground in the forest. Relishing in the familiar smells of forest, Shadowheart’s heart quickened at the prospect of being home. Even though it had only been a few days, it felt as if they had been away for moons. Firelight sniffed the air, raising her tail. “Let’s stop to rest here,” she mewed. “I can smell a rabbit scent trail close by. Plus you need to rest.” She added with a pointed look at Shadowheart. Shadowheart felt a small wave of frustration. “I can hunt too, you know! I told you, I’m fine.” Firelight ignored his protests, instead turning her gaze on Blackflame. “You stay here with Shadowheart. Too many cats might alert the rabbit.” Blackflame sat on his haunches with a yawn. “Alright.” Growling with annoyance, Shadowheart sat beside his brother while Firelight bounded off into the bracken. Blackflame glanced at him out the sides of his eyes, amusement glittering in their silver depths. “You know, she’s only insisting you rest because she’s afraid you’ll be hurt again,” he told Shadowheart. “When you fell off the cliff, she was horrified. I didn’t think a cat like her was afraid of anything. But then I saw for myself that she fears losing you more than you realize.” Shadowheart twitched an ear in surprise. It was true that Firelight was braver than most cats. A part of him couldn’t ever imagine his friend full of worry or fear; but then he remembered the moment she thought she was going to be blind, and the fear that came off her in waves. Was he being too hard on her by insisting he not rest? Blackflame went on, stretching before laying on his belly. “She loves you, you know. Maybe you don’t realize it because of everything going on. But to any other cat, it’s very obvious. So, try not to cause her so much trouble. She doesn’t show it, but she worries about you more than any cat.” Pelt hot with embarrassment, Shadowheart shifted uncomfortably. “I-I don’t know about love,” he started. “Oh Shadowheart,” Blackflame gave a snort of amusement. “Any cat can see it. She would follow you to the end of the world if she had to!” Was that true? Shadowheart wondered. The two of them had been through so much together, and Firelight had always been a supportive friend; willing to help him any way she could. Shadowheart had always been glad to have her by his side. However it never really crossed his mind that she may be in love with him. And what about himself? Did he feel the same way towards her? He couldn’t deny that he was always glad to have her around. Or that she was definitely a pretty she-cat. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt; on top of feeling very self-conscious with Blackflame watching him. Trying to push the thoughts away for the time being, Shadowheart just laid his head down in his paws. Blackflame seemed content with this, and simply began to groom himself while they waited for Firelight to return from hunting. Shadowheart had dozed off for sometime, being awoken by the scent of fresh blood nearby. Opening his eyes groggily, he saw the fluffy body of the rabbit Firelight had tracked down. Firelight was sitting beside it, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Nice catch!” Blackflame purred. “It’s a pretty plump one too.” Firelight drew a paw over her ear. “It was pretty easy to catch too. Didn’t even see me coming.” Stomach rumbling with hunger, Shadowheart slowly sat up. “Looks like it’ll be just enough for the three of us too.” Firelight pushed it towards him with her paw. “You eat first,” she told him. “You’ll need your strength before we head back home.” Meeting her gaze, Shadowheart could see that behind her stubborn expression was worry. Blackflame had been right when he said that his friend worried for him a lot; especially after his fall from the cliff. Pelt rippling with self-consciousness, Shadowheart quickly averted his gaze and took a bite from the rabbit. After a few bites, he pushed the rabbit away for them to eat. Once each of them ate their fill, they settled down under a nearby bush. As Shadowheart curled up between his brother and friend, he had never felt more content or safe. Despite everything that had happened, everything that had been going on, Shadowheart knew he could always count on these two cats to have his back. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Cold air awoke Shadowheart and he was nearly blinded by white light as he opened his eyes. Blackflame and Firelight were still sound asleep, their breath billowing like smoke. Staring curiously outside the bush, Shadowheart blinked away the sensitivity in his eyes as he focused on the strange white coat that covered the forest floor. Carefully climbing over his Clanmates, Shadowheart stepped out into the forest, jumping back in surprise as a cold wetness covered his paws. Gazing up at the sky, which was a gloomy gray, Shadowheart sniffed the air curiously. The air smelled kind of like rain, but had a coldness to it that Shadowheart did not recognize. Gazing down at the white powder, he realized that this strange substance must be snow. He had heard about it from other cats; particularly the elders. However he had never seen it before; at least not that he remembered. “Whoa!” Shadowheart jumped and turned to look behind him. Blackflame had woken up and was staring at the snow with wide, excited eyes. Firelight was stirring beside him, opening her eyes slowly. The black tabby jumped to his paws and dashed out into the snow, squeaking like a kit at the cold. Huffing with both amusement and annoyance, Shadowheart glanced back at Firelight. “What is that?” She asked, her eyes squinted as they adjusted to the brightness. Shadowheart tipped his head to one side. “I think it’s snow,” he told her. “I’ve heard the elders complain about it before. Looks like we didn’t make it back home before it came.” “Come check this out you two!” Blackflame called from outside. His pelt was fluffed out with speckles of white dancing along his fur. Ice covered his whiskers, making him seem like a giant snow cat than a LeafClan warrior. “Honestly, are you a kit or a warrior?” snorted Firelight, her eyes shining good-humorlessly. Blackflame leaped around the snow, shaking it off as it clumped into his fur. “It’s cold, but so much fun!” Firelight pushed past Shadowheart as she stepped out into the forest. “We don’t have time to play around. We need to get back to camp before night fall.” Tail drooping a little, Blackflame shook his fur out again. “Alright, fine. But we should totally make some time to play around when we get back.” Rolling his eyes, Shadowheart came out to join his two Clanmates as they headed back home. Worry flickered along his pelt as they walked. What would they tell Foxstar? Surely their Clan has been worried about their sudden disappearance? And what would happen when Foxstar learned that BreezeClan had gotten involved? Shuddering at the thought of his angry leader, Shadowheart tried to focus instead on the freshly fallen snow as they walked. His pelt brushing beside Firelight and Blackflame, Shadowheart knew that whatever they faced next, he’d be ready for it.
Chapter FourteenSnow crunched under Shadowheart’s paws as they headed back home. The forest was still and quiet, a sharp cold breeze chilling his spine. Firelight was in the lead, her ginger pelt like fire among the snow and ice. Blackflame was prancing beside Shadowheart, his ears perked up for any sounds.
How can he stand this cold? Shadowheart wondered bitterly. He hated the cold. The snow had been pretty at first, but now it just felt as though his paws would fall off like chips of ice. Firelight didn’t seem to enjoy it either, her tail twitching irritably. The sooner they were back home, the better. I want to sleep in my nest for the next moon!
The scent of fresh LeafClan border markers drifted towards them, and heart leaping with relief, Shadowheart bounded straight across the border towards home. Firelight and Blackflame were right on his heels, snow spraying up in clumps as they ran. Happily Shadowheart pushed through the tunnel to the entrance of camp, surprised to see a mixture of hostile and surprised looks staring at him. Cloudflight was sitting outside the nursery with her kits, and quickly shooed them back inside, a look of disapproval on her face as she gazed at Firelight.
“Where have you been?” Foxstar instantly demanded, bursting from her den.
Flinching back, Shadowheart felt Blackflame push past him to meet Foxstar’s question. “We went to see Cinder.”
What a mouse-brain! Shadowheart hissed at Blackflame, as Foxstar’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits. The cats in the camp were gathered outside the dens now, all watching with wide eyes at the return of their missing warriors. Foxstar jerked her head towards her den, not waiting for a response as she stormed inside. Exchanging a glance with Firelight, Shadowheart followed his leader into her den.
The den was warmer than outside, which Shadowheart felt grateful for after the long trek in the snow. However the icy chill that of Foxstar’s gaze sent shivers up the tom’s spine. Firelight was pressed closely beside him, while Blackflame sat closer to the entrance. Foxstar was in her nest, her amber eyes blazing angrily.
“Do you three have any idea how much trouble you have caused? How much time was wasted on trying to hunt you down?” she snarled, lashing her tail. Blackflame opened his mouth to speak, but was promptly cut off. “No, you don’t. Valuable time was wasted searching for cats who should have known better than to wander off on a whim during leaf-bare of all seasons! Wasted time we could have used to be hunting to keep our Clan strong!”
“I’m sorry!” Shadowheart blurted out, guilt coming off his pelt in waves. “I never intended to drag Blackflame or Firelight into this! I just wanted to see Cinder, and tell her about our brother. I didn’t mean for things to go so wrong.”
Foxstar curled up her lip. “What you want doesn’t matter! The Clan comes first, always! I expected you of all cats to have learned that by now! As for you two,” she shot Firelight and Blackflame sharp looks. “They are grown cats. They made their own decisions and will receive the same punishment as you will.”
For once Blackflame looked subdued, his eyes round with shock. “It’s not all Shadowheart’s fault!” he defended. “When we went to find Cinder, I convinced Firelight and Shadowheart to come with me to the twolegplace to see the cats I grew up with. The ones Mole raised me alongside. Then we got caught up in the rogue forest and-”
“You what?” the snarl in Foxstar’s voice sent Blackflame reeling back as if he were struck. “Are you three completely stupid? Have you any idea why that was irresponsible? What if the rogues were to come here? Or worse! The half-moon was last night! What if Pinefrost or Sleetwhisker were attacked in retaliation? Do you three only think of yourselves? What right do you have to be warriors when all you do are foolish things?”
Shame burned Shadowheart’s ears and he looked down at his paws. He knew Foxstar was right. A good warrior was meant to care for the Clan first, themselves second. That was the code. And yet once again, he had dragged Firelight into breaking it once more for his own selfish reasons. Firelight met Foxstar’s gaze with a hint of defiance, and Shadowheart silently willed for her to keep quiet. To his relief, she just shifted her gaze down to her paws, as Blackflame sunk to the floor of the den like a moping kit.
“I want you three to do apprentice duties until further notice,” Foxstar said after taking a deep breath to calm herself. “As for your apprentices, you may continue to be their mentors; only because they have suffered enough from your lack of being here. Now get out. I have had enough of seeing you two for the day. Blackflame, you will stay here. I have things to ask you.”
Obeying silently, the two cats slunk out of the den tails low. The Clan was still gathered, their eyes both curious, and even sympathetic. Shadowheart raised his chin, not wanting the other cats to take pity on him. He made his choices, and even if they weren’t the right ones, he wanted to face them with some dignity at least. Firelight did the same, meeting the gaze of any cat who dared meet it directly.
“Shadowheart!” Ravenpaw’s excited yell startled him. The black she-cat’s amber eyes were wide with astonishment. “You’re finally back! Everyone was so worried!”
Touching his nose to her ear in greeting, he forced out a purr. “I’m sorry I worried you. We’ll start up your training first thing tomorrow, alright? Maybe we can even bring Larkpaw and Sparrowpaw along too.”
Eyes lighting up, Ravenpaw gave a little hop. “That sounds great! I bet I can catch more prey than them too!”
Firelight looked around. “Where is Sparrowpaw anyways?”
“Oh, she’s out with Brownclaw hunting,” Ravenpaw shrugged. “She’ll be back soon I’m sure. They’ve been gone quite a while now.”
“Who’s her mentor? Me or Brownclaw?” Firelight muttered quietly enough that Ravenpaw didn’t hear.
Shadowheart gently laid his tail on her shoulders in brief support. As he looked up at the camp entrance, the scent of blood wafted through the air. A lot of blood. Pelt spiking with horror, Pinefrost came through covered with blood. She was panting heavily and nearly collapsed in the snow as the ground underneath her died a dark red. Ravenpaw let out a shriek of horror, darting back as Pinefrost looked up at Shadowheart hollowed eyed.
Just behind her, still in the log tunnel, was the lifeless corpse of Sleetwhisker.
Chapter Fifteen
The Clan gathered in shock as Sleetwhisker’s broken body was carried into the center of the clearing. Hollycloud, who had just came back from patrol, let out a wail and rushed to her son’s body. Sagepelt met her there, having already begun to lick the blood from their kit’s fur. Redfur and Silverleaf were gathered as well, solemnly hanging their heads as their parents grieved.
“Where’s Rainfall?” Yellowsky demanded, sweeping her three kits back into the nursery. “He needs to be here.”
A rustling through the tunnel sounded in response. “I just got back from patrol. What is it? What’s going on?” Rainfall asked, before his eyes caught sight of Sleetwhisker lying in the clearing.
A loud wail rang out as he rushed towards him. “What happened? Sleetwhisker! Oh no, Sleetwhisker! Why? Why you? Who did this?”
Shadowheart watched in stunned silence, his heart breaking at the sight of the cats that gathered around their medicine cat’s still, broken body. Pinefrost had gotten back to her paws, staggering over towards Sleetwhisker’s body. It took Shadowheart a moment to realize she was unharmed; that the blood plastering her fur belonged to Sleetwhisker.
“What happened?” Rainfall instantly demanded, his silver eyes blazing. His muscles were tense and his claws was unsheathed. Shadowheart knew that in an instant the gray tabby was ready to go after whatever cat did this to his littermate.
Pinefrost collapsed beside Sleetwhisker, gazing down at him for a long moment. “Hawk.” Was all she said before she closed her eyes and drifted into a strange sleep-like trance.
Blood running cold, Shadowheart felt his chest tighten. Hawk attacked the medicine cats? Why? Was it in retaliation to what he, Firelight, and Blackflame had done a few days ago? Was this all their fault?
For once he hoped to see reassurance in Firelight’s gaze as he looked at her, but he didn’t get that. Instead, the normally feisty she-cat was subdued, her eyes round with grief as she gazed at their dead Clanmate and friend. Ivyfrost gently shooed Yellowsky’s kits back into the nursery as she leaned against her sister; the two of them coming to join the vigil.
Foxstar stood atop the High Oak now, her ginger fur blazing like fire in the setting sun. “It has been made clear to us that Hawk will stoop to low levels to get his revenge,” her voice rang out, steadily shaking. “From this point onward our Clan will not be caught off guard again. Every cat will have two more with them, no cat will leave without the others knowledge. Patrols will be doubled and medicine cats and apprentices are not to be alone outside of camp at any time.”
“And what about Hawk? We can’t let him get away with this!” Rainfall demanded, his hackles raised. “He killed my brother! And I’m going to shred him!”
Foxstar fixed him with an amber glare. “You will do no such thing,” she snapped. “Every cat is angry at this injustice, not just you. We will get our revenge, but for now we must pay our respects to Sleetwhisker so that his spirit is to travel to StarClan in peace tonight. No cat is allowed to leave camp tonight, and that is final. Anyone caught outside will have to deal with me personally.” She added this with a pointed look at Shadowheart.
“Sleetwhisker was a dedicated young medicine cat from the time he was Whispersong’s apprentice,” Foxstar mewed sadly. “He trained Pinefrost well, and I know he will be resting easy in StarClan knowing he has left her behind to look after the Clan he so loved. May StarClan light his path tonight, and may we share tongues with him one last time.”
At the end of her speech, Foxstar climbed down the High Oak to touch her nose to Sleetwhisker’s fur. Nettleleaf limped over with Jayeyes, and Frosttail as they began to clean the young medicine cat’s light gray fur. Ravenpaw rushed out of the medicine cat den then, holding a leaf wrap with chamomile and poppy seeds for Pinefrost, and any other cat who needed them. Shadowheart was surprised to see his apprentice so knowledgeable about herbs, and wondered if maybe, perhaps, he true calling wasn’t to be that of a warrior.
However now was not the time for that. Shadowheart sat a ways off, while the Clan gathered around Sleetwhisker. His long gray fur shone silver in the rising moonlight, and now that he was all cleaned up, looked as if he was nothing more than sleeping. Blackflame joined beside Shadowheart, wrapping his tail in his. Grateful for his brother’s silent support, the two toms watched as their Clanmates shared a silent vigil for their fallen medicine cat. Grief stabbed at his heart like a claw. Shadowheart remembered how kind and committed Sleetwhisker had been to his Clan; but now it was ripped away by Hawk. Yet another thing to be counted against the rogue leader. While they hadn’t trained together, Shadowheart saw Sleetwhisker as a friend; one of the very first cats he had met when he joined LeafClan all those moons ago. And now, now he was gone. Tears blurring his eyes, he sat with his head bowed as the Clan sat vigil; thankful for the warmth of Blackflame as they sat.
The next morning Sleetwhisker’s body was carried off for burial, Rainfall insisting to be there to bury his littermate’s body. Blackflame and Shadowheart offered to do the dawn patrol, both having felt guilty over Sleetwhisker’s death. Amberfur, Brownclaw, Snowfoot, Ravenpaw, and Larkpaw were with them; Amberfur temporarily taking over Larkpaw’s mentoring while Hollycloud grieved for Sleetwhisker.
The snow was cold under Shadowheart’s paws, but he ignored it. Nothing felt safe anymore. Hawk had left a permanent sense of unease over the forest, threatening them from the shadows at every turn. Dread came over Shadowheart as he walked. He still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that hung over his head; where Sleetwhisker might have made it back alive had he not provoked the rogues with Blackflame and Firelight. Shaking his head, he knew it was too late for regrets. Sleetwhisker was dead. All he could do now was stay with his Clan and protect his Clanmates from Hawk and the rogues.
“Larkpaw, get back here!” Amberfur’s growl snapped Shadowheart out of his thoughts.
The white tom had bounded ahead, the ginger splotches in his fur like fire against the snow. The sounds of a loud bird screech being cut off told Shadowheart that the young tom had tracked down a thrush while on the patrol. Amberfur growled under her breath as she raced after the apprentice. The others quickly followed, in hopes that the young tom wouldn’t get hurt. A loud shriek sent chills up Shadowheart’s spine and he quickly ripped Ravenpaw behind him as he skidded to a halt.
Standing before them a long line of cats, Larkpaw being held under the powerful claws of their leader. Hawk was in the forest. And he was here for war.
Chapter Sixteen
In a flash Shadowheart shoved Ravenpaw back towards camp. Heart thudding heavily in his chest he yowled for her to go and tell Foxstar, before turning to see Amberfur boulder into Hawk to free Larkpaw. The apprentice scrambled out from under the huge rogues claws, and raced back towards camp after his sister. Amberfur was knocked back with a snarl, however, the line of cats didn’t move.
“Bold moves for cats so clearly out-numbered,” Hawk sneered, his yellow gaze locked on Shadowheart and Blackflame. “And I see my useless son is as weak and unprepared as ever.”
Shadowheart snarled. “I’m not your son! You kidnapped me from my real parents!”
A wry smirk crossed Hawk’s muzzle. “And you proved as useless as your mother,” he growled, switching his attention to Blackflame. “You, however, have potential. So tell me, why don’t you join us? It will be much more worth your while.”
Blackflame stiffened, his eyes wide with shock at the sudden praise. Shadowheart looked from his brother to Hawk. The black tabby was quiet, his eyes narrowed into an expression Shadowheart couldn’t make out. After a few moments, Blackflame stepped to stand right before Hawk, his head raised high.
“You ask me to join you?” his voice was a dangerous quiet. “After you killed my mother and separated me from my home? After you killed so many innocent cats, and after all the work Mole did to save me from your claws?”
“Mole!” Hawk snorted contemptuously. “He was always a coward. It’s only by some chance that you turned out with something worth keeping around.”
Blackflame unsheathed his claws, silver eyes flashing. “Mole was not a coward! He was a good cat, better than you could ever hope to be!” He thrust his muzzle into Hawk’s with a challenge. “No. I won’t be joining you. My heart belongs to the Clans; my home. I will never betray them like you have, no matter what promises you make me.”
Snarling with fury, Hawk shoved Blackflame backwards. “Then die!”
As if on que, the rogues broke their line and charged straight into the small patrol. Shadowheart was bouldered over by a scraggly gray tom, and let out a yowl of fury as they scored their claws across his side. Amberfur was nearby, fighting off two large rogue toms while Brownclaw and Snowfoot fought side by side. Blackflame writhed under Hawk’s claws, before raking his hind paws across the huge tom’s belly to break free from his grip. Shadowheart did the same with the tom he was facing, rushing to Amberfur’s aid against the two rogues. More cats seemed to swarm the clearing, before they broke the line and headed straight for the camp. To Shadowheart’s horror, Cinder was among them, leading the way; Leaf at her side.
Caterwauls could be heard in the distance, obvious that the patrol Ravenpaw had been sent to gather had met the rogues halfway. Desperately out-numbered, Shadowheart fought with every inch of his being as he slashed at rogue after rogue. Doubling back to help his Clanmates, Shadowheart raced through the throng of battling cats in hopes that he could find both Pinefrost and Firelight. To his relief, Pinefrost was off to the side with bundles of herbs, while Firelight fought off any rogue that dared approach. Screeches from camp caught his attention and he bolted through the entrance. Jayeyes, the LeafClan elder, was being dragged across the camp by Dune while Nettleleaf and Frosttail fought hard against the other rogues that had them cornered.
Throwing himself at Dune, Shadowheart sunk his claws into the large tom’s neck. Dune let go of Jayeyes, who crumpled into a heap on the ground, and swung to shake Shadowheart off. The two toms rolled across the ground, before breaking apart. Shadowheart faced Dune, his hackles raised in defiance.
“So the little warrior has come out to play,” Dune sneered, his one eye shining with malice.
Shadowheart met his gaze just as angrily. “Just in time to take your other eye you stinking badger!” he taunted, before leaping at Dune again.
As they fought, Shadowheart heard the tunnel crack as the rogues stormed the camp. We’re being overrun! Panic seared through his pelt as he struggled to fight Dune off. We have to protect the kits and elders! His instincts strongly pushed him to protect his Clan, but Dune had made it nearly impossible to break free from his grip. Pinned down under the one eyed tom, Shadowheart spat angrily at him. Before he could sink his teeth into Shadowheart’s neck, a flash of silver sent the huge tom spiraling to the ground.
“Sagepelt!” Shadowheart gasped, getting to his paws quickly.
Sagepelt sent strong blows to Dune’s flanks before turning to look at him. “Quickly! Go help Longwhisker’s patrol! I’ll take care of things here!”
Reluctant to leave his former mentor, Shadowheart dipped his head and quickly dashed off to find Longwhisker. The LeafClan deputy was fighting a white-and-black tom Shadowheart knew as Spike, while Lionclaw and Foxstar fought nearby side to side. Hawk shoved cats out of his way as he went for Foxstar, and Shadowheart rushed to block him off. Hawk snarled and grabbed Shadowheart’s throat in his jaws, throwing him aside. Rolling across the ground, stunned, Shadowheart struggled to get back to his paws. Foxstar turned just in time to see Hawk coming and the two leaders locked into battle. Bruised, bleeding, and battered, Shadowheart shakily got back up and rushed over towards them desperate to save his leader.
A loud yowl sounded then from across the river. In a complete turn around, a large patrol of ReedClan warriors were headed across the river to LeafClan’s aid! Shadowheart stared in disbelief as the sleek river warriors swarmed the masses of rogues that had overrun the LeafClan cats. The battle was even now, every cat fighting hard to drive out the other. Stonetail rushed over to Blackflame, who was busily fighting beside Sandpool. Once he was assured one of his kits were okay, he ran over towards Shadowheart, who was still half-stunned.
“Are you okay?” he demanded instantly. “Where are you hurt?”
Shadowheart shook his head wearily. “I’m okay! What about you? Where did you guys come from?”
Stonetail nudged Shadowheart forward. “We could hear the battle from our camp. So Icestar ordered us to come and help. No matter what rivalries we have, Hawk will always be the number one enemy to us all.”
After that, his father took off to fight a nearby rogue. Shadowheart shook off the last of his weariness to find Cinder. If his sister was here, was she truly here to drive out LeafClan? Would she really fight against her own kin? He had to know once and for all just what side his sister was willing to take.
Cinder wasn’t hard to find. The dark gray she-cat was wrestling with Mudspeck—a ReedClan warrior—and had managed to send the she-cat howling away from scratches to her flanks. Shadowheart quickly cornered his littermate, his eyes burning with questions.
“Cinder!”
Turning to face him with blazing blue eyes, Cinder hissed. “What are you doing? Get out of my way, Shadowheart!”
Shadowheart didn’t budge, lashing his tail. “No! Cinder how can you do this? How can you attack your own kin? Hawk isn’t our father! Why won’t you accept that?”
“Accept what?” Cinder snarled, her ears flat. “I know the truth you idiot! What do I care? You chose your path and I have chosen mine! And it’s to fight alongside the rogues! Now get out of my way or I’ll have to fight you too!”
Heart breaking, Shadowheart steadied himself as he blocked her path. “Then you leave me no choice! I’ll fight you and knock some sense into your head once and for all!”
Chapter SeventeenCinder’s eyes were full of disbelief and fury as she faced Shadowheart. The screeches of the cats had faded into the back of Shadowheart’s mind. Bracing himself, he was about to leap at his sister when Stonetail suddenly darted between them.“Stop!” he yowled, his eyes wide with distress.“Who are you?” Cinder snarled, her eyes pinned back. “Get out of the way!”Stonetail stared at Shadowheart in disbelief. “She’s your sister! Why were you about to attack her?” Before Shadowheart could defend himself, his father turned to look at Cinder. “So you’re Cinder?”Cinder twitched an ear, her eyes wary. “What’s that to you?”“So it’s true!” Stonetail’s eyes lit up. “Cinder, oh, my precious daughter...what have those rogues done to you? Won’t you come home, where you belong?”“Daughter?” Cinder’s voice was harsh, the coldness returned to her ice blue eyes. “I have no parents. I already told Shadowheart. I have no family. I belong to the rogues now! Now get out of my way!”Slashing at Stonetail, she shoved past him and Shadowheart as she dashed into the throng of cats. Stonetail stared after her, devastation clear across his face. Wanting to comfort his father, Shadowheart stepped forward to be close to him but was quickly snapped back to the battle when he heard Firelight’s screech. Spinning around, he saw that Leaf had her pinned under her claws while Pinefrost looked on helplessly. Dashing to her rescue, he slammed into Leaf and the two toms locked into battle as they tumbled across the snowy ground. Clawing at Leaf’s belly with his hind legs, Shadowheart sunk his teeth into the rogue’s foreleg. Letting out a screech of pain, Leaf let go and leaped back, blood oozing from the bite on his leg. Snarling he stepped forward to keep fighting, only to stop when the yowls of retreat from the rogues rang across the clearing. Shooting a hostile glare at Shadowheart, Leaf turned and limped off after his companions as they all fled the clearing; a few LeafClan and ReedClan warriors giving chase. Panting heavily, Shadowheart looked around the clearing. Blood had stained the once bright white snow a dark crimson, and a few cats lay motionless while the others who fought bore nasty battle wounds. Shadowheart glanced back at Firelight, relieved to see that aside from some nasty scratches, she was mostly unharmed. Stonetail was already with his own Clanmates, helping a few of them to their paws. Blackflame was over by Sandpool, scratches oozing on his flanks as the she-cat helped to lead him back towards camp. Glad to see that his brother and father were also okay, he rushed off back to camp in hopes that the rogues hadn’t caused too much destruction to his home. The camp was in tatters, evidence of fighting in every inch of the clearing. Frosttail let out a low wail as she sat beside Jayeyes, the elder lay in a crumpled heap as Dune had left him—clearly dead. Nettleleaf sat beside her denmate, her eyes soft with sadness and sympathy. Cloudflight and Yellowsky stood outside the nursery, their eyes wild with fight as they looked around for any rogue that dare come towards the nursery. Over by the warriors den, Shadowheart could see a tear in the brambles that covered it. There was one last cat he had to know was okay, the one who had saved him from Dune earlier. As he approached where he saw him last, he stumbled over something. Letting out a shriek of horror, he saw it was Sagepelt, blood oozing heavily from his flank as he barely breathed. The blood flowed under Shadowheart’s paws as he rushed to his mentor’s side, pressing his paws across the gash to try and stop the blood from pouring out.“...Shadowheart?” the barely audible rasp came from Sagepelt as his eyes flickered open.“Don’t talk!” Shadowheart urged him, panic rising in his throat as he frantically tried to keep his paws from slipping on Sagepelt’s blood. “Pinefrost will be here soon and then you’ll be okay, alright?”Sagepelt’s eyes closed for a brief moment, before opening again. “This wound is fatal, Shadowheart. I…I will be with Sleetwhisker in StarClan soon.” Shadowheart tensed, pressing harder to keep the blood from coming. “No! No you won’t! I won’t let you die! You can’t die!”Coughing slightly, Sagepelt struggled to lift his head. “Shadowheart…” he rasped, his voice crackling with effort. “I’ve lost too much blood...StarClan has called to me...you have to let go.”“No! Sagepelt, please don’t leave me!” Shadowheart pleaded, his body trembling. “What about Hollycloud? And Rainfall, Redfur, and Silverleaf? You have to stay here! We need you here!”Sagepelt gazed at him, his eyes full of love. “You were always a good apprentice...” he breathed out. “I...I always thought of you as one of my own. Shadowheart, you have a great future ahead of you. And I will watch from StarClan always...”As he drifted off, Shadowheart continued to press on his wound. “No! No! No! You won’t die! You can’t die! I won’t let you die!”The sounds of his cries must have caught the attention of his Clanmates while they filed back into camp. Firelight and Blackflame watched from afar, their eyes full of shock and sadness, while Foxstar yelled for Pinefrost. Shadowheart was scarcely aware of any of it, too busy trying to push the blood back into Sagepelt’s wound, his paws stained heavily with his blood. Pinefrost was at his side quickly, carrying a wad of different herbs, but stopped as she gazed at Sagepelt’s broken body.“What are you doing?” Shadowheart demanded, turning on his friend. “He’s dying! Can’t you see he’s dying! Do something!”Pinefrost met his gaze with soft sympathy. “Shadowheart, he…he rests with StarClan now. I’m so sorry.”Despair filled Shadowheart’s chest and he let out a defiant snarl. “No! He isn’t gone yet! See? I’ve been keeping the blood from coming out! He’s still alive! He-”“Shadowheart!” Firelight’s voice broke him off. She approached him, her eyes steady. “Shadowheart, he’s gone. There’s nothing we can do.”Tears blurring his vision, he looked back down at Sagepelt. His former mentor was still and his breathing has stopped. His eyes had a glossy film over them as he stared blankly ahead. Sagepelt was dead.Letting out a wail, he buried his face into his flank. Pinefrost rested her tail across his shoulders, and the camp was covered in an eerie silence. Shadowheart found it so hard to believe his former mentor was the dead. The kind, caring, and wise warrior that welcomed him so warmly when he first came to LeafClan was gone; in the stars with the other great warriors before him. No cat had made him feel so welcome, so loved. For the longest time Shadowheart looked up to Sagepelt. The gentle warrior was always so reliable and accepting. When he returned to LeafClan, he was the first to welcome back Shadowheart with an understanding gaze. And now, now that was gone. Shadowheart would never see him again. Dune had taken that from him. Eyes burning, he looked up a fire burning in his heart.I will make that snake heart pay, Shadowheart vowed, unsheathing his blood stained claws. I will make him regret this day if it’s the last thing I do.
Chapter EighteenShadowheart stared outside the warriors’ den, watching the camp as they went through their daily routines. It had been a few days since the attack by the rogues, and the Clan suffered two other casualties in the battle—Longwhisker and Jayeyes. Foxstar had announced Alderleaf as the Clan’s new deputy just before moonhigh the day of Longwhisker’s death, and had since been filling his new role to the best of his abilities. He looked towards the apprentices’ den, where Lynxkit, Leopardkit, and Tigerkit—made apprentices only yesterday—rushed out to meet their mentors. Time had steadily started to move forward, but Shadowheart felt trapped. Sagepelt’s death haunted him every night since, and no matter how much he cleaned his paws he still felt the sticky feeling of blood between his claws. His mate, Hollycloud, had grieved heavily over his death. Their three remaining kits—Rainfall, Redfur, and Silverleaf—grieved just as well, but tried their best to move on. Guilt prickled Shadowheart’s paw pads. Was it really okay for him to grieve perhaps even worse than Sagepelt’s actual kin? They had already lost Sleetwhisker to Hawk, and now so soon after his death, Sagepelt. He had put a break on Ravenpaw’s training as well, hoping to give his apprentice some time to grieve over the death of her father, Longwhisker. Even then, his apprentice and her littermates had started to move on despite the loss of their father. So was it right for Shadowheart to feel so desolate and full of bitter regret? After all, it had been his fault Sagepelt was even dead. He left him to face Dune alone instead of fighting his own battle with the one-eyed rogue. Movement from the nursery caught his attention; Ivyfrost and Yellowsky emerging outside with Yellowsky’s three kits—Volekit, Batkit, and Mousekit. Ivyfrost had moved into the nursery earlier that day, expecting Snowfoot’s kits, and the two sisters had since been inseparable. Resentment burned under his pelt as he thought of his own littermates, Cinder and Blackflame. Cinder had refused to leave the rogues, and Blackflame had barely spent any time with Shadowheart since the battle; instead spending his spare time with Sandpool instead. Shadowheart felt abandoned by his own kin, and with his own father in another Clan, he couldn’t help but feel more alone than ever. Feeling tired, Shadowheart slowly sulked over towards the medicine cat den. Perhaps Pinefrost could give him advice on his conflicting feelings. As he reached the hollow log, he nearly crashed into Ravenpaw; who was carrying a mouthful of wet moss. The small black she-cat smelled of different herbs, and her eyes were wide with surprised as she faced Shadowheart.“What are you doing?” Shadowheart tipped his head curiously.Ravenpaw dropped the wet moss and dipped her head in greeting. “I was helping Pinefrost with some of her duties,” as if embarrassed, she quickly averted his gaze. “I-I should have told you sooner...we could have went on patrol or something...”Shadowheart shook his head. “It’s okay,” What had gotten into his apprentice? He wondered. “We can do a patrol later or tomorrow.”Dipping her head, Ravenpaw quickly scooped up the moss and scampered off towards the elder’s den. Putting his apprentice’s weird behavior out of his mind a moment, he padded into the medicine cat den. Pinefrost was sitting near her nest, sorting out different herbs in the ledges along the wall. “Hmm...this chamomile is getting pretty stale, maybe I can go out to get more later,” she mumbled to herself.Stepping a bit closer, he called out. “Pinefrost?”“Hmm? Oh, Shadowheart!” she mewed, snapped out of her thoughts. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. What’s wrong?”Shadowheart sighed, sitting down. “I need advice.”Pinefrost had a knowing gaze in her eyes as she faced him. “Is this about Sagepelt? Or Ravenpaw?”“Ravenpaw?” Shadowheart gave her a bemused look. “Why would I need advice on my apprentice?”The medicine cat’s eyes clouded. “So she hasn’t told you?”“Told me what?” Shadowheart demanded, his pelt prickled. What had he missed? Did it have something to do about her demeanor earlier?Pinefrost blinked and shook her head. “Oh, it’s nothing. That’s something you should ask her yourself. What did you want advice on?” she added, quickly changing the conversation.Making a note to speak to Ravenpaw later, Shadowheart just looked down at his paws. “I’ve been having a lot of nightmares about Sagepelt’s death. I just feel so lost right now...like I don’t really fit in here.”“His death has been hard on you,” there was sympathy in Pinefrost’s voice. “Every cat knows how much he meant to you. But why would you not feel welcome here in LeafClan?”Shadowheart dug his claws into the ground. “Cinder is with Hawk back in the gorge. My father is in another Clan, while my mother is dead. Then Blackflame, he’s barely been around since the battle. I feel...alone.”Pinefrost frowned. “Have you tried to talk to Blackflame? He may not realize-”“Why should I?” Shadowheart grumbled, cutting her off. “If he’s too busy with some she-cat what should I care?”“Now that’s not very fair,” Pinefrost scolded him gently. “Blackflame is finding his place in this Clan just like you had to. Even if you don’t know your place yourself, you are a LeafClan warrior. Blackflame still has yet to really prove himself.”Shadowheart stared down at his paws, frustrated. “But he didn’t get a cat killed!” he snapped, lashing his tail. “Sagepelt is dead because of me! I shouldn’t have left him alone with Dune! I should have stayed there with him!”Pinefrost gently placed one paw on his. “That’s not true, Shadowheart. Sagepelt died like any true warrior would. Don’t take away from his sacrifice by saying these things. Dune may have been the one who killed him, but that doesn’t make it your fault. Because of Sagepelt, you’re here and alive. You were able to fight to protect your Clanmates. He will always be remembered by his Clanmates as a brave and noble warriors. Don’t take that away from them, or yourself.”“I wish I could really believe that,” Shadowheart trembled, looking up at his friend. “But no matter what anyone says, I still feel so guilty. And now, I just feel trapped here.”Pinefrost nodded in understanding. “Perhaps talking to Hollycloud could help ease your mind. She may have lost her mate, but she is a gentle she-cat. If you talk to her about this, she may be able to relieve some of your guilt.”“But talking to his kin?” Shadowheart asked, lowering his gaze. “How can I even face her?”“She will understand,” Pinefrost urged. “Of all cats, she will be the easiest to speak to about Sagepelt. Trust me.”Feeling uncertain, Shadowheart got to his paws. “Thank you Pinefrost. I...I’ll try.”Leaving the medicine cat den, he searched out for his apprentice first. What Pinefrost had said troubled him, and he wanted to clear his mind of any more worries before approaching Hollycloud. Ravenpaw was leaving the elder’s den, when she noticed him. Gesturing with his tail for her to come closer, he tipped his head to the side.“Ravenpaw,” he started, trying to find the right words. “If you’re done with the elders, I’d like you to come with me.”Ravenpaw nodded, a flash of guilt in her eyes. “O-Okay.”Leading the way out of camp, Shadowheart padded through the snow with Ravenpaw trailing behind. The forest was quiet and the snow nearly blinded him as the sun danced along the banks. Finding a place to speak with his apprentice, Shadowheart guided her by an old oak tree. He settled down at the base of it, waiting for Ravenpaw to get comfortable.“So,” he began carefully. “Pinefrost told me there was something you needed to talk to me about?”Ravenpaw nodded sullenly, staring at her paws. “I...I wanted to tell you sooner. But I was worried because you were so upset about Sagepelt’s death. I didn’t want to upset you more.”Shadowheart tipped his head, trying to keep his anxiety at bay. “Why would I be upset? Is something wrong?”“I really appreciate everything you’ve taught me so far,” she murmured, lifting her gaze to meet his. Guilt was clear on her expression as she continued. “You’ve been such a great mentor but I...I don’t want to be a warrior.”“What?” Shadowheart stared at her surprised. “What else could you be but a warrior?”Ravenpaw met his gaze certainly. “Shadowheart, I want to be a medicine cat. I mean,” she looked down. “I always did. Before...I couldn’t be because we already had two of them. But now, now I can be. Oh Shadowheart, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve let you down.”Despite the pain of losing his apprentice, Shadowheart forced himself to speak clearly. While it was true that he was disappointed at Ravenpaw never becoming a warrior, he couldn’t bring himself to truly be upset. “You haven’t let me down,” he told her gently. “You found where your place truly is. I could never fault you for that. I’m your mentor, Ravenpaw; I just want you to be the best you can be. And if that’s becoming a medicine cat, then I will always support you.”Visibly relaxing, Shadowheart could tell how heavily this must have weighed on the young cat’s mind. Ravenpaw touched her nose to his. “Thank you Shadowheart. This means so much to hear you feel that way.”“Go and tell Pinefrost the news,” he urged her. “I want to hear a full report when you get back from the Moonpuddle during half-moon!”Purring Ravenpaw bounced on her paws. “I will! See you later then!” Watching his apprentice run off, Shadowheart felt regret pierce his heart. What he told Ravenpaw was true; but it didn’t hurt any less. Deciding to head back to camp, he made his way through the snow slowly. A flash of ginger caught his attention and he saw Firelight chasing a vole along the river bank. He watched her quietly as she managed to stun the small rodent before catching it. Shadowheart couldn’t help but admire his friend’s skills as a warrior, despite her smaller size. “Nice catch!” he called, approaching her.Firelight looked up from her catch. “Oh, there you are Shadowheart. I was looking for you just a bit ago, but I figured you left camp by yourself.”Shadowheart gave a nod. “I was speaking to Ravenpaw just now. She...She decided she wants to be a medicine cat.”“That’s great!” Firelight’s eyes flashed with surprise. “Although, I’m sure that’s a pretty tough blow for you.”“I’m happy for her,” Shadowheart told her, avoiding her gaze. “She’ll make a great medicine cat some day.”Firelight playfully batted at his muzzle. “Cheer up! I know things have been rough lately, but it’ll get better.”“How would you know?” Shadowheart growled, annoyed. “Your mentor is still alive. And your father is not only in the same Clan as you, but deputy now.”An irritated expression crossed her muzzle. “Don’t get angry with me, Shadowheart. You aren’t the only cat around here whose lost someone.”Shadowheart met her gaze, his frustration starting to bubble over. “I know that! But to just cheer up? Did you forget how much Sagepelt meant to me? Or what a toll this has taken on me?”“How could I forget?” Firelight growled scathingly. “You’ve constantly complained about it the past few days! You forget that everyone else is doing what they can to move on, to do what is best for the Clan. You constantly mope around instead of really doing anything, and everyone has been nice enough to put up with it!” She lashed her tail. “But I’m done putting up with it! Maybe you should start thinking about what’s more important, instead of whining about yourself for once!”Shadowheart snarled as Firelight turned her back on him and stormed off into camp. Feeling even worse now, he sulkily stared out over the river. What would any cat understand about what he’s going through? His parents selfishly caused all of this, Hawk just being the main catalyst. If they had not broken the warrior code, none of this would have happened. Shadowheart stared into the cold river, flattening his ears. Did he truly believe that? He didn’t know anymore. “Shadowheart?” a quiet voice mewed from behind him.Turning to see Hollycloud, he struggled to meet her gaze. “Hello, Hollycloud.”“I thought I would find you here,” she murmured, coming to sit beside him.Shadowheart stared at the black she-cat in surprise. “You were looking for me?”Hollycloud nodded, staring across the river. “When I saw Firelight storm into camp, I thought that I might find you nearby. You two argued, didn’t you?”Feeling uncomfortable sharing with her, Shadowheart just stared down at his paws. Hollycloud went on, “I thought so. You know, Sagepelt always enjoyed watching the river from here.”Grief for his mentor gripped his heart like claws. “He did?”“Yes. We would come here often to watch the river together,” Hollycloud murmured, her voice full of sadness.“I’m so sorry,” Shadowheart admitted quietly. “He shouldn’t have died.”Hollycloud turned her soft green gaze on him. “No one should ever die in pointless battles,” she agreed. “However Sagepelt died a brave warrior protecting his Clan. My kits and I will always remember him that way. Both as a kind and wise cat, but also as a loving mate and father.”Shadowheart met her gaze, feeling himself tremble. “But I left him to die. He would still be here if he hadn’t had to save me.”“Nonsense,” Hollycloud chided softly, wrapping her tail around him as if he was a small kit. “Sagepelt may have saved you, but the only cat responsible for his death is the rogue who killed him. He loved you, Shadowheart. He always wanted you to find your place within the Clan and be happy. So if he saw you blaming yourself like this...well, he would be very sad.”Leaning into the she-cat, Shadowheart stared into the river. “I just…wish he wasn’t the one that died.”“I do too,” Hollycloud admitted quietly. “After losing Sleetwhisker, it has been hard on myself and my kits. Despite that, we find comfort in knowing that they are together in StarClan. I will always love Sagepelt, and I know one day we will meet again. No matter how much I grieve, I can’t bring him back; I can only move forward, as that is what he would have wanted.”“You’re not angry with the cat who killed him?” Shadowheart asked, feeling his own anger towards Dune for Sagepelt’s unjust murder.Hollycloud shook her head, closing her eyes. “Of course not. What good would come of it? Sagepelt was killed defending his Clan and those who mattered most to him. Death shouldn’t always lead to us feeling nothing but sadness or bitter regret. All it does it make us say or do foolish things, the exact opposite of what he would want. Instead, I want to live each day to it’s fullest and making up for what he left behind. I want my kits and their kits to know just how great of a warrior he was. I don’t want anyone to forget just how much he loved LeafClan, and the cats within it.”Admiration for the gentle queen’s resilience despite all the pain she was in lit a small light of hope in Shadowheart’s chest. If the cat who loved Sagepelt the most could put her own grief aside to do what she needed to do, couldn’t he do the same? He lifted his head to look at her. For the first time in the past few days, he began to slowly feel at peace with his mentor’s death.“Thank you, Hollycloud,” he mewed softly. “For everything.”Hollycloud purred and got to her paws. “You will always be welcome to come to me with your troubles, Shadowheart.”Touching his nose briefly to the black queen, Shadowheart watched her pad away into the forest. Staring up at the pale blue sky, Shadowheart thought for just a brief moment that Sagepelt was beside him; urging him to go on. I will never forget you, that I promise.
Chapter Nineteen
Shadowheart smelled the air as he followed his Clanmates through the snow-filled forest. In the past half-moon, Leaf-bare hit the Clans hard and snow filled every crevice. The crunching of snow underpaw echoed through the trees, weak sunlight shimmering through their barren branches.
“We’ll be lucky to catch anything with the snow like this,” Sandpool muttered, shifting through the snow with her nose.
Blackflame looked up at the pale gray sky. “Prey has to come out eventually. And we’ll be waiting for it when it does.”
“Hopefully it does soon!” complained Sparrowpaw, hopping through a snow drift to stand beside her mentor, Firelight. “The snow clings to my fur worse than burrs!”
“You look like a sheep!” Blackflame teased, eyes twinkling mischievously.
Sandpool nudged him. “Hush!” there was laughter in her mew.
Shadowheart watched them, and felt a little prick of jealously. Why did everything seem so easy for his brother? He fit into the Clan almost instantly, and was becoming a capable warrior. Shadowheart knew it was wrong to feel this way about his littermate, and that he should be happy for him, but something kept him from doing so.
Snow splashed up in the air suddenly, and Firelight was like a bolt of fire against the white landscape. The brown tail of a squirrel bobbed frantically as it dashed up a nearby tree. Firelight was on it in an instant, leaping up the tree trunk and sinking her teeth into its tail. It let our a cry of alarm as the two of them crashed to the ground below. Firelight quickly finished it off with a quick nip to its neck, before carrying the squirrel back to the patrol.
“That was amazing!” Sparrowpaw squeaked, bouncing up to her mentor excitedly. “That squirrel didn’t stand a chance!”
Blackflame nodded. “Brilliant catch as always.”
“It’s nice and plump too,” Sandpool purred approvingly. “Yellowsky and Ivyfrost will love this.”
Shadowheart met Firelight’s gaze awkwardly. “Yeah, it was a nice catch.” He muttered, flinching when Firelight shot him a glare before dropping the squirrel and burying it.
Turning away from them, she called to Sparrowpaw. “Sparrowpaw, why don’t you try hunting near the hollow ravine?” she suggested. “Meet back here in a little while okay?”
“O-Okay!” Sparrowpaw mewed a bit nervously, glancing at Shadowheart. She quickly skittered off to hunt, Firelight going in the opposite direction.
Feeling miserable, Shadowheart just held back a sigh. He still hadn’t made up with Firelight since their argument by the river, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to make up with her. He knew simply apologizing wouldn’t be good enough, but what else was there?
“Still having your lovers quarrel eh, Shadowheart?” his brother teased, only to be chided by Sandpool.
Sandpool shooed Blackflame away, calling back to him. “We’re going to try hunting by the river. We’ll meet back up here later!”
Too annoyed to respond, Shadowheart just stalked off away from them. Tail dragging in the snow, he halfheartedly listened for any sounds of prey. For the past half-moon, he felt alone. Pinefrost was too busy training Ravenpaw—his former apprentice—and Firelight was still angry with him. Meanwhile, Blackflame spent more time with Sandpool than he did him. Glancing up, he saw a thrush pecking at the snow just up ahead. Trying to focus on catching prey for the Clan, he slowly crept along the snow. As he went to pounce, snow flung forward, alerting the bird to his presence. Hissing angrily he tried to leap up to grab it, but just missed it.
“Mouse-dung!” he spat, kicking at the snow angrily. Sagepelt taught you better than that! What are you doing? He thought to himself scathingly.
A new scent drifted into his nose and he blinked, distracted. Fox! Pelt prickling he gazed around warily. The scent was fairly fresh, which meant the red-furred creature wasn’t too far away. Twitching his nose in the direction it came from, he nearly froze in panic. Firelight went off in that direction!
Pushing aside his fear, Shadowheart rushed off in the direction of the fox stench. As he burst through some brambles, he found the fox. Firelight was cornered against an oak tree, her eyes wide as she snarled defiantly at the larger creature. Not waiting to give the fox a chance to strike, Shadowheart lunged forward. He landed on the fox’s back, and clung on tightly.
“Go and get help!” Shadowheart yowled, struggling to keep his grip as the fox snarled and bit as him angrily.
Firelight dashed forward, biting at the fox’s legs. “Like I’d do that!” she hissed at him.
Leaping off the fox’s back, Shadowheart swiped at its muzzle. Firelight sunk her teeth into one of the fox’s hing legs, while Shadowheart slashed at its face. Unable to keep up with the two warriors, the fox let out a frustrated snarl and pelted off back into the woods. Breathing heavily, Shadowheart glanced over to see if Firelight was unharmed.
Relief was quickly flooded with irritation. “Why didn’t you go and get help?” he snapped.
“Oh and leave you to be eaten by a fox? Oh thanks, maybe I should have!” she spat back, ears flat.
Meeting his friend’s furious blue gaze, he felt his irritation fade. Firelight did the same thing Shadowheart would have done. How could he really be made at her for that?
“Look, I’m sorry,” Shadowheart began, the words tumbling out. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Not today or by the river. You’re right, I’ve been too busy feeling sorry for myself. No wonder you got sick of me.”
Firelight snorted. “You got that right! But,” she flicked her tail. “I should have been more understanding. I’m sorry too.”
Feeling relieved to put their argument behind them, Shadowheart just gave a grateful nod. “It’s okay. Thanks, Firelight.”
“Firelight! Shadowheart!” Blackflame’s yowl came from afar.
Turning to look, Shadowheart could make out his brother’s black tabby pelt nearby. Sandpool wasn’t too far behind, her eyes wide.
“We heard yowling! What happened? Are you okay?” Blackflame asked, sniffing at them both carefully.
Firelight stepped away from him. “We’re fine. A fox ambushed me while I was hunting, but we managed to chase it off.”
“By yourselves?” Sandpool stared at them in amazement. “And neither of you are hurt?”
Shadowheart shook his head. “No. Although, we should get moving. I want to let Foxstar know that there’s a hungry fox lurking in our borders.”
Firelight suddenly bristled. “Oh! Sparrowpaw! I have to go make sure she’s alright!”
Stepping aside to let Firelight dash off, Shadowheart followed Blackflame and Sandpool back towards the area they started in. Digging up Firelight’s squirrel, the three cats quickly made it back towards camp. Foxstar was laying on top the Highoak, her ginger pelt glowing brightly in the weak sunlight. Shadowheart left the squirrel to Sandpool and Blackflame, calling out to Foxstar.
“Hm? Shadowheart?” the LeafClan leader blinked at him from dozing eyes. “What is it?”
“There’s a fox on our territory,” he told her. “It ambushed us while we were out hunting. We fought it off, but I’m not sure if it’s gone.”
Foxstar quickly sat up. “A fox? Are you injured?”
Shadowheart shook his head. “No, we managed to escape any injury.”
“Did I hear a fox attacked you?” Ravenpaw rushed over from the nursery. She instantly sniffed Shadowheart over for any injuries.
Shadowheart gently nudged her away. “I’m fine, honest. No one was hurt fortunately.”
“You’re fine when I say you are,” she scolded, still checking him over.
When did his former apprentice become so bossy? As she looked him over, he silently remarked how quickly she was learning under Pinefrost. Pride bubbled up in his chest for the small black she-cat. She’ll make a great medicine cat one day!
Ravenpaw finished checking him over, before tilting her head. “Looks like you made it out without any wounds,” she sighed in relief. “I’m glad.”
“Where was the fox last seen?’ Foxstar asked, Alderleaf at her heels.
“If you’re asking about the fox, it was last seen close to the big oak tree,” mewed Firelight, returning to camp with Sparrowpaw beside her.
Signaling the cats closest to her with her tail, Foxstar issued her orders. “I want you to sweep the border and make sure the fox is gone, understood?”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Alderleaf promised, leading Softstep, Timberfall, and Dawnrise through the camp entrance.
“Shadowheart! Firelight!” called Blackflame from beside the fresh-kill pile. “Come join us!”
Happy to rest his paws, Shadowheart grabbed a mouse from the pile and settled beside Blackflame. Firelight joined shortly after, having picked a shrew for herself. The cats ate in a comfortable silence, before Sandpool glanced up at the gray sky.
“Who do you think will be chosen for the gathering tonight?” she mewed.
Firelight snorted. “Who cares about that? I’m more concerned about what ReedClan will say about the battle with the rogues.”
“I’m curious too,” Blackflame agreed. He gave a happy purr. “I’ll just be happy to see Stonetail again if I get to go.”
Thinking of his father, Shadowheart murmured an agreement. However his thoughts drifted to Cinder and their previous encounter. If Stonetail had not intervened, the two of them would have fought. Did he really have it in him to fight his own kin? Just what could he do to make his sister see sense? Or, the thought was like a dark cloud in his mind, was Cinder too late for any help?
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highoak!” Foxstar’s voice cut through Shadowheart’s gloomy thoughts.
Amberfur, squeezed out of the nursery with Yellowsky and her three kits bundled at her paws. Ivyfrost poked out from the shadows, while Rainfall, Silverleaf, and Redfur looked up from their conversation near the warriors’ den. All of the apprentices stopped their play fight and looked up alert, while the elders gathering at the entrance to their den. Cloudflight, Lionclaw, Hollycloud, Snowfoot, and Brownclaw gathered underneath to the Highoak to listen to Foxstar while Pinefrost and Ravenpaw sat nearby.
“The gathering is tonight, so I am choosing which cats will come. Get some rest if your name is called,” the LeafClan leader’s voice rang out clearly through the camp. “Cloudflight, Lionclaw, Hollycloud, Snowfoot, Sandpool, Brownclaw, Blackflame, Shadowheart, Firelight, Silverleaf, Leopardpaw, Tigerpaw, and Lynxpaw.”
Leaping down from the Highoak, the cats all broke into tiny groups. Shadowheart didn’t feel up to talking, his thoughts still weighing heavily on his mind. Suddenly feeling tired, he slunk off the warriors’ den and curled up in his nest.
The moon hung low in the sky as the cats made their way through the snowy forest. Shadowheart tried to ignore the cold that stung his paws as he followed his Clanmates. None of the cats spoke, except for the excited whispers of the apprentices. When they reached the ravine, Foxstar led the Clan down the slope. Half-sliding, half-falling, Shadowheart struggled to keep his balance as he bundled down into the gathering.
The ravine was nearly full with both BreezeClan and ReedClan scent, however Shadowheart realized PineClan was not among them. Looking around at all the cats, he caught the eye of Birdfeather, who called him over with a friendly greeting.
“Greetings, Shadowheart!” the small ginger tabby purred.
Shadowheart approached, dipping his head. “Hello Birdfeather, it’s nice to see you.”
“How have things been in LeafClan?” she asked curiously. “After you left our camp, I had worried you would have trouble with Foxstar.”
Sighing, Shadowheart recalled Foxstar’s angry lecture upon their return. “She wasn’t happy,” he replied. “But things have calmed down since then.”
Birdfeather nodded happily. “Glad to hear it! Actually,” she raised her chin proudly. “I was just made a mentor not long ago. Her name is Quailpaw, and she’s quite the pawful!”
Remembering his brief mentor-ship of Ravenpaw, Shadowheart let out a tiny purr of amusement. “They definitely are pretty excitable at that age.”
“Hey, Shadowheart!” Blackflame’s yowl echoed across the clearing.
Politely mewing his goodbye to Birdfeather, he turned to meet his brother. Stonetail stood nearby, and greeted Shadowheart with a friendly nuzzle.
“It’s so good to see you both tonight,” his father breathed. “I had hoped you both would be here.”
Blackflame tipped his head. “How is ReedClan after the battle? Were any of your Clanmates hurt badly?”
Stonetail sighed wearily. “There were some nasty wounds, but thankfully no cat was lost in the battle. However,” he gave Shadowheart a sympathetic look. “I heard about your mentor, Sagepelt. I’m so sorry, Blackflame told me how much he meant to you.”
The familiar feeling of loss pulled at Shadowheart’s chest. He raised his head, swallowing back his grief. “He died a noble warrior.”
His father gently licked his cheek, before heading off to join the other deputies. Following his brother to a clump of cats nearby, he detected the scent of PineClan as they came crashing down into the clearing. Blackstar, the PineClan leader, elegantly kept her stride as she leaped up the tree’s low branches to find her spot.
“It’s nice of you to finally join us,” Skystar grumbled, his fur fluffed out from the cold.
Blackstar ignored his jibe, simply flashing the BreezeClan leader a reproachful look. Icestar stepped forward on his branch, the snow falling from the leaves down below. “Let this gathering begin!” he rasped.
“ReedClan has held its own this past moon, finding plenty of fish in the shallower areas of the marshland,” he began. “However not all has been well. We battled with Hawk and his rogues, in defense of LeafClan. While our warriors were not badly hurt, I can not say the same for LeafClan’s.”
Eyes burning with fury, Foxstar stepped forward next, fur bristling. “Yes, and our Clan thanks you for your help Icestar,” she mewed pointedly, letting her fur lay flat. “LeafClan however is as strong as ever. We have recovered from the attack and even gained three new apprentices; Leopardpaw, Lynxpaw, and Tigerpaw.”
The cheers were subdued, every cat unnerved by the news of the rogue attack. Blackstar spoke next, her eyes narrowed at Foxstar. “And what will you do about Hawk?” she asked.
“We keep him from our territory,” Foxstar retorted, her teeth bared.
Blackstar kept her observant stare, then swept it over the gathering of cats. “How much longer shall we live in fear of this menace?” her voice echoed across the hollow. “Will we continue to live as though everything is normal? I think not!”
“And what do you plan we do?” asked Skystar, rising to his paws. “One Clan isn’t enough to face the rogues alone.”
Blackstar raised her chin. “Then we fight as one.”
Yowls broke out as the cats flew into an uproar. Some agreeing with Blackstar’s claims, while others not so much. The four leaders exchanged glances, while the deputies tried to calm their respective Clans. Shadowheart felt his chest tighten at the sight of turmoil, and suddenly froze to the spot. Watching them from the top of the ravine, was a set of piercing yellow eyes that Shadowheart knew very well.
Hawk was here.
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:16:14 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty
The air in the clearing grew tense, all the cats looking up at the top of the ravine. Shadowheart’s blood was ice cold, staring at Hawk in horror. The large tabby was alone, his yellow eyes piercing through the thickened air.
“You miserable cats think you can stop me by working together do you?” he taunted, eyes narrowed to slits. “Let’s see how well you fair away from your precious camps. After all, they’re the heart of the Clans aren’t they?”
He can’t possibly attack all the camps at once, can he? Shadowheart stepped forward, but was shoved aside by Stonetail, who was angrily running up the snowy slope. “Stonetail!” he heard Icestar call out to his deputy. The large tom ignored his leader, eyes set on Hawk as he scrambled up through the snow.
Shadowheart quickly raced after his father, his heart pounding. Meanwhile he heard chaos erupt behind him as the cats all gathered with their Clans to rush back home. He heard Foxstar’s summons, but ignored them. He couldn’t leave Stonetail to face Hawk alone. Fur brushed alongside his flank as he ran, and he saw Blackflame’s dark pelt beside him. Together, the two brothers rushed after their father.
At the top of the slope, Stonetail had Hawk cornered, his hackles raised and blue eyes narrowed angrily. “You snake heart!” he heard his father snarl. “Tell me what happened to Silversky!”
Shadowheart froze, his ears pricked. Blackflame tensed beside him, his gaze wide as he faced Hawk. No cat truly knew what happened the day Silversky had found herself drowned in the river, no one except Hawk that was.
Hawk didn’t seem daunted in the least. His eyes were full of mock pity, and he paced around Stonetail slowly. “Oh, Silversky. What a poor wretched soul she was,” he meowed smoothly. “All alone beside the river with her three half-Clan kits. No mate, no Clan, just three pitiful mouths to feed.”
Faint memories stirred in Shadowheart’s mind as Hawk spoke. The soft fur of his mother’s belly, his two littermates beside him as they shared the small den in the bramble bush beside a large oak. The sound of the river flowing nearby, the scent of a familiar cat was there as well. One Shadowheart could not quite recall. Was there another cat with his mother during those days? A loner perhaps? Shadowheart couldn’t pin point the memory clearly.
“I decided to ease her burden,” Hawk went on, coming to stop before Stonetail. “She wouldn’t surrender the kits easily, so we, well, we took them by force. That she-cat was too strong willed for her own good. She decided to test StarClan’s faith by throwing herself into the flooded river with that one,” he directed his gaze towards Blackflame. “My subordinate, Mole, took mercy on them apparently. As he raised him far from the Clans. Silversky’s death was on her own paws, she knew the risk. All she had to do was comply. But perhaps it’s the sad tragic tale of a treacherous she-cat betraying her Clan, and her worthless mate not being there beside her.”
“So you did kill her!” the rage in Stonetail’s mew startled Shadowheart. “She would have been back in the Clans safe and sound if her own Clanmate hadn’t turned on her!”
Hawk let out a laugh. “Clanmate? I was no longer apart of your pathetic Clans by then. No, I was on my own. Be grateful, Stonetail. I raised two of your kits to be strong; why, even Cinder sees the truth.”
Stonetail didn’t listen to anymore of Hawk’s jeers. With a yowl of fury, he leaped at the brown tabby. The two toms collided and rolled across the snowy ground. Stonetail pinned Hawk down, sinking his teeth into his shoulder, but Hawk was able to throw the gray tom off of him easily. Winded, Stonetail struggled to his paws, but Hawk quickly leaped onto him. He sunk his teeth into his neck before Shadowheart or Blackflame had the chance to react.
Blood spurted from his wound, and Shadowheart let out an angry screech as he charged at Hawk. Hawk nimbly dodged him, slicing his claws across Shadowheart’s muzzle. Blood sprayed the white snow, and clouded his vision as he chased angrily after Hawk.
“Shadowheart!” Blackflame called after him, keeping his paws on Stonetail’s neck wound.
Giving up the chase, he turned his attention back to Stonetail, who laid motionless in the snow. Blood stained the ground around his body, and flashbacks to Sagepelt’s death flew into his mind. I’ve failed to protect another cat! An agonized wail threatened to spill out of Shadowheart’s body, but he fought it down and quickly rushed to be beside his father.
Stonetail was still breathing, his eyes glazed with grief and pain. Shadowheart quickly searched for cobwebs in the nearby brambles, hoping to stop the bleeding. When he found a small clump, he pressed it onto Stonetail’s wound frantically. Blackflame sat nearby, his eyes wide with distress. To Shadowheart’s relief, the blood seem to finally stop; Hawk must have missed the major vein in Stonetail’s neck.
His father coughed weakly, trying to lift his head. “We...We must go back to the Clans. I fear the worst.”
Blackflame nudged Stonetail to his paws gently, Shadowheart standing beside him to let his father lean on him for support. “We will,” he promised. “But first we must go back to LeafClan. Pinefrost needs to tend to your wound.”
“And yours?” Stonetail questioned, his weary eyes focused on Shadowheart’s bleeding muzzle.
Shadowheart shook his head. “Mine can wait, they’re only scratches.”
The three toms walked the rest of the way in silence. Stonetail staggered here and there, but thanks to Blackflame and Shadowheart, he managed to keep his balance as they trudged through the snow. As they neared LeafClan territory, the echoes of cats fighting could be heard. Shadowheart glanced at Blackflame, his own worry reflected in his brother’s silver gaze. The sounds of yowls and screeches drew closer, and soon they were headed through the camp’s entrance.
Shadowheart stared in terror as rogues overflowed the clearing, his Clanmates viciously fighting them off. A cat laid in the center, and with a jolt of horror Shadowheart recognized Cloudflight’s blood stained body. Nearby Rainfall, Yellowsky, and Snowfoot fought rogues away from the nursery while Ivyfrost kept all the kits near the back of the den, her pelt spiked with horror. Silverleaf and Firelight were busy keeping the elders safe, while Pinefrost and Ravenpaw were cornered by a rogue near the medicine cat den. Shadowheart left his father’s side in an instant, leaping at the rogue with a screech of fury.
He instantly recognized the rogue as the cat called Spike. The white-and-black tom let out yowl of fury as Shadowheart pinned him to the ground. Swiping angrily at his muzzle, Shadowheart managed to avoid the blows as he sunk raked the tom’s belly with his back claws. Letting out an agonized yowl, he shoved Shadowheart away and bolted back into the forest. Glancing back to make sure Pinefrost and Ravenpaw were okay, he charged back into the battle. Blackflame was guiding Stonetail towards the medicine den, while the rest of the rogues were being driven out.
“Foxstar!” Alderleaf’s yowl caught his attention.
The LeafClan leader laid motionless in the clearing, while Dune stood over her.
Racing towards the one-eyed rogue, Shadowheart swiped angrily at him. With a glint of satisfaction, Dune leaped out of the way and raced out of camp with his rogue campmates. Staring at Foxstar’s still body, he realized with horror that she was losing a life. The clearing became silent, the Clan battered and tired.
The Clan was slowly gathering around Foxstar’s still body, except for the newest apprentices—Leopardpaw, Lynxpaw, and Tigerpaw—who had found their mother’s dead body nearby. Lionclaw was with them, his tail wrapped around his daughters as they grieved. Worry for his father, Blackflame, and Firelight gripped his heart then. Alderleaf gave a nod to Shadowheart.
“I’ll stay with Foxstar,” he murmured, his own muzzle scratched and bleeding from several wounds. “Go and find Firelight.”
Dipping his head respectfully, Shadowheart ran off through the camp. He could see Stonetail had made it safely to the medicine cats, who were busily treating him and the others wounded. Blackflame was nearby with Sandpool, the two cats talking in hushed conversation. Heart racing, Shadowheart saw no sign of Firelight. Had she met the same fate as Cloudflight? Panic setting in, he peered into each den. To his relief, he found Firelight in the elder’s den, settling Frosttail and Nettleleaf back into their nests.
“Firelight!” he called, relief flowing over him.
Firelight quickly looked up, her ginger fur ruffled with blood from various scratches. “Shadowheart!”
“Are you okay?” he asked, as she stepped out of the den.
Firelight nodded, looking around the camp with wide eyes. “Yeah, I was helping take care of the elders. Thankfully, other than being in shock, they’re safe,” she looked at him. “What about you?”
Shadowheart gave a nod. “I’m okay. I have some scratches, but they’re not too bad.”
Recalling that not everyone was okay suddenly sunk in once more. He lowered his head. “Firelight, Foxstar lost a life. And,” he began, not sure how to tell Firelight that her former mentor was dead. “Cloudflight, she...” he looked down at his paws.
Firelight seemed to catch on, her eyes growing wide with distress. “Cloudflight is dead?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She rushed over towards the still body of her former mentor, and bowed her head in grief. Shadowheart watched, his heart aching. He knew all too well what it was like to lose a mentor. Nothing he could say or do could help Firelight now, all she needed was time to grieve.
He glanced back over at Foxstar, and noticed she was now sitting up, the blood from the wound that killed her crusted and dried. Making his way over, he dipped his head.
“Firelight is safe,” he quickly told Alderleaf, who visibly relaxed. He turned his gaze to Foxstar. “What do we do now? Cloudflight is dead, and many of the Clan is injured.”
Foxstar’s eyes were glazed. “We must recover,” she murmured. “But first, I must know if we were the only camp attacked. I want to send three patrols to each camp to see if they have met the same fate.”
“Who should we send?” Alderleaf asked.
Foxstar closed her eyes for a few moments. “Send Rainfall and Softstep to ReedClan. I want Blackflame and Brownclaw to go to PineClan, while Redfur and Amberfur can go to BreezeClan.”
“What about me?” Shadowheart asked, stepping forward. “My wounds aren’t that bad.”
Foxstar met his gaze. “I want you here in camp, in case there’s another attack. I can barely afford to send these warriors to check on the other Clans as it is.”
Shadowheart dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Stonetail is in our camp,” he told her. “Is it okay for me to escort him back once he’s well?”
Narrowing her eyes, Foxstar lashed her tail. “Very well. But he is to stay only until he is fit enough to leave. No more.”
Alderleaf left her side to organize the three patrols, and Shadowheart felt himself begin to sway. All the excitement had drained his energy, and the first thing he wanted to do was curl into his nest and sleep. However, he knew the Clan needed him to tend to the broken dens and extra patrols. Foxstar turned to climb up the Highoak, staggering as she climbed up. The Clan looked up from where they stood, and stared bleakly at their leader.
“We have encountered a battle unlike the others we have faced,” she began, her voice flat. “Today we lost a warrior, Cloudflight, and StarClan will honor her as she joins them among the stars tonight,” she looked down at the Clan, and Shadowheart noticed she still seemed weak. “With the threat towards our Clan heading closer by each day, we will need more warriors than ever. That is why two apprentices who fought hard today will receive their warrior names.”
“Larkpaw,” the white tom looked up solemnly from where he sat. He stood and approached the Highoak. Foxstar dipped her head to him. “I, Foxstar, leader of LeafClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on their apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn,” Larkpaw stared up at her expectantly as she went on. “Larkpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
“I do,” Larkpaw promised.
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Larkpaw, from this moment you will be known as Larkflight. StarClan honors your bravery and determination, and welcome you as a full warrior of LeafClan.”
Sparrowpaw was next, coming to stand beside her brother. “And do you, Sparrowpaw, also promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
“I do,” she agreed, trembling.
“Then you will be known as Sparrowsong. StarClan honors your energy and spirit, and welcome you as a full warrior of LeafClan.”
“Larkflight! Sparrowsong! Larkflight! Sparrowsong!” the Clan cheered loudly, Firelight among the loudest for her former apprentice.
Shadowheart watched his Clan as they gathered around the new warriors, and felt a sense of dread wash over him. Just how much more will the Clan suffer before Hawk’s greed for power overtakes the all?
Chapter Twenty-One
Shadowheart laid awake in his nest, the moonlight shimmering through the tears in the warriors’ den. The nest beside him felt cold, reminding Shadowheart that Firelight was busy sitting vigil for Cloudflight. When sleep didn’t come, he emerged from the warriors’ den fluffing out his fur against the cold. Cloudflight’s body glowed in the clearing, her three kits and Lionclaw sitting vigil alongside Firelight. Quietly, as to not disturb them, Shadowheart made his way through the hollow log. Sparrowsong and Larkflight were sitting their warriors’ vigil, eyeing him curiously as he walked out into the forest.The snow underpaw crunched as he walked, and the cold air stung his nose. Shadowheart came to a stop at the river that bordered with ReedClan, and stared out. This is where his story had begun in LeafClan, what felt like moons and moons ago. Slowly, he recalled when Hawk had said during their last confrontation. Silversky had leaped into the river with Blackflame, a last desperate attempt to escape Hawk’s vicious claws. What had she been thinking at that moment? Alone with only one kit she was able to save? Did she know Blackflame would survive, to be raised by a twolegplace rogue? Or did she expect to take him to StarClan with her? Shadowheart couldn’t understand it. Why did his mother ever leave the Clan? Was she ashamed of bearing half-Clan kits? Or did something else cause her to run away? Staring up at Silverpelt, he could see the stars shining overhead. Up there, somewhere, was his mother. The urgent message she gave him the last time he saw her in his dreams still unsettled him. How was he going to save Cinder? His sister was determined to serve under Hawk. Just what did his mother expect him to do? Or was it StarClan warning him through Silversky?Sighing heavily, he gazed down at the water. It rippled quietly, the reflection of the moon shining across the surface. How was he going to bring his father across the river tomorrow? Despite Stonetail being a ReedClan cat, he still sustained a nasty bite wound to his neck. Would he make it across the cold river okay? “Shadowheart?” a soft voice called from behind.Blackflame stood a few tail-lengths away, his eyes glowing in the darkness. For the first time, Shadowheart sensed fear and uncertainty in his brother’s scent. “Blackflame? What are you doing out here?” he asked, getting to his paws and turning to meet his brother’s worried gaze.“I saw you leave camp,” Blackflame told him. “So I followed you outside. There’s...there is something I want to tell you.”Shadowheart studied his brother’s uneasy expression. Whatever it was, it was clearly troubling him. “What is it?” he asked carefully.Blackflame looked down at his paws. “After the battle today, Sandpool told me she’s expecting kits,” He lifted his gaze to look at Shadowheart in desperation. “Shadowheart, what kind of future do they have to look forward to? What if I can’t protect them?”Taken aback by the sudden news, Shadowheart stared at his brother wide eyed. He knew Blackflame had gotten close to Sandpool in the past few moons, but he didn’t expect kits so suddenly. And how could he ease his brother’s worries? Knowing that Hawk wouldn’t stop until the Clans were destroyed? Shadowheart knew the rogue leader’s cruelty all too well; he would never spare a pawful of Clan kits. Yet something inside Shadowheart told him that he would never let these kits meet that fate. “Sandpool says that the kits are due close to two moons away,” Blackflame went on, his voice rising to a wail. “What do I do Shadowheart? I love Sandpool, and I love these kits even though they aren’t here yet. How can I protect them from Hawk? After tonight, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep them safe. I feel so helpless!”“You’re not helpless,” Shadowheart told him, coming to stand before Blackflame. “I don’t think StarClan would have brought you back to us if they intended for you to fail. What we need now, is faith that our ancestors are keeping us safe.”Blackflame sighed, seeming to relax slightly. “You’re right, Shadowheart. StarClan is watching over us, but even now it feels like the Clans are losing the battle. Unless we defeat Hawk, the Clans will never be safe. And I’ll give everything I have to make sure he’s stopped.”“As will I,” Shadowheart promised. “Hawk made a game of our lives. I will never forgive a cat who toys with others like he had with us. I just wish Cinder were with us too.”“Perhaps she already is,” Blackflame murmured. “No one knows where she stands with the rogues right now.”“You’re right,” Shadowheart agreed, starting to head back to camp. “But we will find out soon enough.”The next few days were quiet, the Clan slowly repairing the damage from the rogue attack. Stonetail had left the day before, well enough to travel back to ReedClan’s camp. Shadowheart missed having his father so close by, but knew that Stonetail had his own responsibilities back in his own Clan. Sandpool had moved to the nursery, while Ivyfrost two kits—Bluekit and Dapplekit—were born in the night. Life seemed to be moving on, yet Shadowheart wasn’t sure just how much longer the peace would last. Just what would Hawk’s next move be? Not sure what to do, Shadowheart decided to discuss the next move the Clan should take with Foxstar. Padding over to the Highoak, he called into the den underneath. He got a quiet reply from inside, and slunk in. Foxstar was sitting in her nest, her fur unkempt and staring blankly at the wall ahead of her.“Foxstar?” Shadowheart greeted, unease prickling his fur.Closing her eyes, Foxstar seemed to take many moments to reply. “Yes, Shadowheart?”“I wanted to talk about the battle the other day,” he began carefully. “I’m worried about what Hawk may have planned next. I think Blackstar was right about working together.”Foxstar let out a bitter laugh. “You think it’s that simple do you? Of course you would.”“...Foxstar?” Shadowheart mewed, uncertain and taken aback. “Echostar should have killed him when she had the chance. Instead we have to deal with him,” Foxstar snarled quietly. “How much blood has been shed over this one cat? How many more cats must die? Shadowheart, do you know the other camps were ravaged by the rogues?” she asked, but continued before Shadowheart could speak. “He planned a four way attack without us even knowing. He caused the deaths of both of my sisters, and now I’m stuck leading a Clan I can’t possibly lead anymore.”“Not lead anymore? Foxstar what do you mean?” Shadowheart asked, his blood running cold. “You were given nine lives by StarClan!”“StarClan,” she hissed, digging her claws into the ground. “They haven’t helped us at all. Hawk will destroy us all as they stand by and watch! I have failed as this Clan’s leader. How can I possibly continue leading this Clan while I watch my Clanmates die one by one?”Shadowheart stared at his leader in dismay. How had he not noticed Foxstar had fallen so low? What would the Clan do with a leader unwilling to lead? He had to do something; say something. He took a deep breath, stepping forward.“I may not know what it’s like to lead a Clan,” Shadowheart spoke, choosing his words carefully. “But I know what Hawk is like. He stole me away from my mother, and my Clan. He turned my own sister against us. I want this to end. I have to put an end to it, even if I do it myself. Foxstar, you are LeafClan’s leader; StarClan chose you to lead us. You only fail if you sit here and do nothing.”Foxstar stared at him a few moments, and Shadowheart briefly wondered if she even heard him. “Are you saying you intend to kill Hawk yourself?”Shakily, he nodded. “Yes. Even if it costs me my life.”A small spark seemed to light up in the older she-cat’s amber eyes. “I admire your courage, Shadowheart; you take after your mother.” She raised her muzzle. “Call Alderleaf to my den. We have a battle to plan.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Shadowheart made his way through the snow, his pelt spiked up to keep from freezing. Two moons had passed since the attack on the camp. Since then, the Clan faced more than just Hawk in their struggle. Prey had been scarce as Leaf-bare raged on, and many of the Clan had gone hungry. Shadowheart shook his paws out of the snow with an irritated grunt.
Excited squeals behind him caused him to look and see the Clan’s newest apprentices—Batpaw, Mousepaw, and Volepaw—chasing each other through the snow drifts. Shadowheart watched them with amusement, as their mentors looked on nearby. Silverleaf looked up from the apprentices and met Shadowheart’s gaze with a friendly nod. “Glad to see the apprentices are enjoying themselves,” Shadowheart remarked, walking over. Sparrowsong flicked her tail with a purr. “You would think they’ve never seen snow before!” “It would be nice if we didn’t have so much of it,” Larkflight commented nearby. The white-and-ginger tom looked uncomfortable and cold. “How I would give for Newleaf about now.” Silverleaf flicked some snow at his Clanmate, giving an innocent look when Larkflight hissed at him. “Lighten up,” he mewed cheerfully. “It’s nice to relax after so much tension.” Shadowheart mewed in agreement, aware of how much Silverleaf was like his father, Sagepelt. He looked over as Batpaw seemed to be digging in a snow drift. The dark gray-and-white she-cat was sniffing at the ground, her tail flicking from side to side. “Batpaw!” her mentor, Silverleaf, called. “What is it?” Flicking up her large ears, Batpaw had a mouthful of catmint in her jaws. She sat it down at her paws. “I smelled something really good under the snow, and found this.” “Catmint!” Sparrowsong’s eyes lit up. “Ravenfeather has been complaining about her and Pinefrost’s stores being low.” Larkflight dipped his head approvingly. “Nice find, Batpaw.”
“I’ll take it to them,” Shadowheart offered, walking over to the young apprentice. He leaned down and carefully grabbed the stalks, his mouth watering at the minty taste. Dipping his head to his Clanmates, he trotted off back towards camp. He was greeted by Lynxpaw, Tigerpaw, and Leopardpaw—now Lynxfang, Tigerfrost, and Leopardstrike—and continued on past the three new warriors towards the medicine den. Inside he could hear fretful mews, and as he peered in, Blackflame was ushered out by Pinefrost. Nearly knocked aside, Shadowheart quickly side-stepped out of the way. “Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Blackflame fretted, his tail flicking back and forth anxiously. Pinefrost gave an annoyed huff, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Sandpool isn’t the first she-cat to kit you know. Don’t worry, Ravenfeather is with her right now. She will be just fine.” “Sandpool started kitting?” Shadowheart asked, dropping the catmint at his paws. “When?” “Just after sun-high,” Blackflame told him, his eyes round with worry. “She looks so uncomfortable, Shadowheart. I wish I could do something to help.” Pinefrost nudged him playfully. “Relax, everything will be just fine. Now Shadowheart, is that catmint I see?” Shadowheart nodded. “Yeah, Batpaw found it hidden under a snow drift. I brought it back for her.” “Excellent!” she purred, using her tail to sweep it close to her paws. “Ravenfeather has been fretting over our stores for days. Thank StarClan we have a nice bunch in case greencough strikes.” A low moan came for the nursery, and Blackflame’s hackles went up in dismay. He rushed over towards the den, leaving Pinefrost rolling her eyes at Shadowheart. “And please, could you keep your brother calm? He has been driving us all madder than a bunch of hares since Sandpool started kitting.” Shadowheart purred. “I will, don’t worry.” Redfur had poked her nose out the nursery, having just moved in expecting Larkflight’s kits. “Honestly Blackflame, Sandpool is doing fine.” Blackflame fidgeted. “But I-” “Blackflame!” Shadowheart called, approaching him. “Come on, let the queens and Ravenfeather handle things.” Reluctantly, Blackflame turned and followed Shadowheart as they went across the clearing. Settling down outside the warriors’ den, the two brothers laid side by side. A agonized moan echoed from the nursery. “Oh, Sandpool,” Blackflame frowned. Shadowheart laid his tail across his brother’s shoulders. “She’ll be okay,” he reassured him. “Ravenfeather is an amazing medicine cat. Plus, StarClan is watching over her now.” His words didn’t seem to ease Blackflame however. Soon enough, he was up and pacing back and forth anxiously, leaving a trail in the snow-filled earth. A tiny squeal came from the nursery after some time, followed by a second one. Shadowheart quickly got to his paws, rushing after Blackflame as Ravenfeather peered out of the nursery. “Two kits!” she announced, her eyes bright. “A tom and a she-kit.” Blackflame’s eyes were full of emotion. “Can...Can I see them?” Ravenfeather slipped out of the nursery. “Of course, but keep in mind that Sandpool is very tired.” Blackflame quickly rushed in, and Shadowheart followed more slowly. Eyes adjusting to the gloom, he saw Sandpool’s smaller frame laying near the back of the den. Blackflame was beside her head, curled around her protectively as he gazed lovingly at their two kits. Shadowheart looked down at the two kits, just making out their pelt colors. The tom kit was brown, with a white chin and chest tuft, while the she-kit was a dark ginger tabby. Shadowheart felt himself swell with love for his new kin, and a surge of protectiveness came over him as he thought of Hawk. I will protect you both from everything, he thought as he gently touched his nose to their heads. He lifted his head to gaze at Sandpool and Blackflame. “So what do you plan on naming them?” Sandpool licked the tom kit’s head softly. “I was thinking of naming this one Minkkit,” she murmured. Blackflame purred, nuzzling her neck. “It’s a perfect name for him. What about we name our daughter, Daykit?” “Daykit,” Sandpool echoed. “I love it. Our two precious kits, Minkkit and Daykit.” “Welcome to LeafClan, little ones,” Blackflame quietly whispered to his new kits. Leaving the couple to enjoy their new kits in peace, Shadowheart turned and left the den. Firelight was waiting outside, a vole dangling from her jaws. “Two new kits for LeafClan,” he told her happily. “And Sandpool is doing well.” Firelight sat the vole down. “That’s great! I was out hunting when they came, so I was hoping to see them.” Shadowheart purred. “I would wait until tomorrow at least,” he told her. “Blackflame has been a nervous wreck all day. Now he can enjoy his new family in peace.” “Who would have thought Blackflame of all cats worried over anything?” Firelight joked, dropping the vole at the pitifully small fresh-kill pile. “You should have seen it,” Shadowheart purred. “It was definitely a sight to see.” Firelight looked down at the fresh-kill pile. “I guess we need something to distract us from this pitiful sight.” Shadowheart sighed. “I was out hunting earlier and didn’t find a thing. Though, Batpaw did find some catmint. So I brought it back with me.” “Catmint will do us good,” Firelight mewed. “With so many empty bellies it’s only asking for sickness.” “We can only hope no sickness comes,” Shadowheart replied, feeling a bleakness coming over him. Firelight mewed a quiet response, and the two cats headed to their nests for the night. With so many things weighing on Shadowheart’s mind, he was able to find peace by thinking of his new kin, born only moments earlier. With that, he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-ThreeShadowheart awoke to the sound of coughing. Silverleaf flanks heaved as he sat up in his nest. Cold early morning light filtered through the den’s entrance. Shadowheart frowned at the young tom. A half a moon had passed, and the harsh leaf bare winds brought greencough to the Clan. Only a few days ago, Amberfur had lost the battle with the deadly disease; and Firelight had spent most of her days grieving for the only mother she knew. Silverleaf was just the newest victim of greencough’s grip. Frosttail, Sparrowsong, Larkflight, Dawnrise, Hollycloud, and Redfur had all developed greencough as well, and were sleeping in a makeshift den near the medicine cat’s den.
“Silverleaf, go see Pinefrost,” grumbled Timberfall, his voice sharp with irritation. Shadowheart frowned, knowing the older tom cat was not usually sharp with his tone. However since losing his mate to greencough only a few days ago, he had been sick with grief. Silverleaf hacked a reply, staggering outside the den. Glancing back at Firelight, who was pressed close to his side, Shadowheart tried to go back to sleep as to not disturb her. When sleep didn’t come, he carefully slipped away and out the den. A thin layer of snow dusted the clearing, and nearby Shadowheart heard the mewls of the kits in the nursery. Deciding to pay his new kin a visit, he made his way over to the noisy nursery. Inside, he could see Minkkit tumbling around unsteadily on his legs as he clambered over Sandpool. Daykit sat and stared at her mother, mewing pitifully. Nearby, Ivyfrost was busy trying to keep her two daughters from running outside. “Why can’t we go out?” the pretty tortoiseshell-and-white she-kit, Dapplekit, complained. Her littermate, Bluekit—a blue-gray she-kit—watched them both with round silver eyes. “It’s because all the big cats are sick.” Ivyfrost gently pulled them both close with her tail. “Exactly. Too many warriors are sick right now, and we can’t risk any sickness getting into the nursery than it already has.” Shadowheart thought of Redfur, heavily pregnant now, sick with greencough in the medicine cat den. Would her kits be okay? Shadowheart shook the dark thoughts away and glanced back over at Sandpool. “Oh, Shadowheart,” the pale ginger tabby purred. “Come to see the kits?” Shadowheart slid into the den, sitting in front of them. “How are they? They haven’t caught any of the sickness have they?” Sandpool rolled her eyes playfully. “Honestly, you and Blackflame are such worriers! The kits are both fine, see?” she gently nudged Minkkit off her flank. “Kits, say hi to Shadowheart. He’s come to see you.” Daykit turned her wide silver eyes up at him. Shadowheart purred and touched his nose to her tiny head. Minkkit tumbled over to them, swiping at Shadowheart with his wide paws. “They are sure a pawful,” Sandpool huffed, gently drawing Minkkit back and licking his head. “Soon enough they’ll be big enough to go outside and see the camp for the first time.” Shadowheart purred at the thought of his brother’s kits running through camp causing mischief. “I’m sure Blackflame will love chasing them around.” Eyes gleaming playfully, Sandpool gave a laugh. “Oh he better,” she mewed teasingly. “I’ll enjoy my breaks while he amuses them for once.” “He’s a big kit himself,” Shadowheart joked. “Is he out on patrol? I didn’t see him in the warriors’ den.” Sandpool settled herself as the kits started to nurse. “He was here not too long before you dropped by,” she yawned sleepily. “I believe he was on his way to join the dawn patrol.” Dipping his head to Sandpool, he backed up out of the nursery. The camp was empty, most of the other cats either sick or sleeping. Seeing the empty fresh-kill pile, he gave a tiny sigh, his stomach rumbling. The past half moon hadn’t been any better for prey, and the fresh-kill pile remained mostly empty. Any prey caught went instantly to the queens and elders. He peered into the warriors’ den, hissing Firelight’s name until she woke. She blinked at him drearily. “Wha-?” “Come on, let’s go hunting,” Shadowheart whispered. Normally Firelight would complain about being woken up, however she simply just slowly got to her paws and padded out of the den without a single complaint. Shadowheart frowned at her, wondering if his friend was getting sick or just grieving. The two cats strolled out of the camp, and made their way into the forest. As they made their way through the snow, Shadowheart glanced up at the sound of a loud creak. “Shadowheart, look out!” Firelight yowled. Before he could react, a huge lump of snow came crashing down from the branches and onto his head. Landing on his belly with an oomph, he sat up and starting to shake the snow off his body. Firelight sat not far off, her eyes bright with amusement. He could tell by her whiskers trembling that she was trying hard not to laugh. Funny is it? Shadowheart rolled some snow under his paw. Take this! He chucked the snow at her, hitting her square in the face. As the snow slid off, Firelight jumped at him, and the two rolled around in the snow. Shadowheart shook her off and ran ahead, being pelted with snowballs as Firelight flung them at him. He leaped behind a fallen log, and hid, peering over the top. “Ha! Can’t get me from here!” he taunted. Firelight charged towards the log, her eyes burning with determination. “We’ll see about that!” He quickly scrabbled over the other side of the log as she leaped over it, avoiding her pounce. Sliding on the snow, he crashed over his forepaws and suddenly felt weight on his back. Firelight held him down, his muzzle in the snow. “Give in?” she jeered. Unable to break free, Shadowheart lay still. “I give in!” he said through muffled mews. Letting him up, he quickly turned and pounced on her. “You fell for the oldest trick!” “Ah!” she yelped, falling back. He held her down, his nose to hers. “I win this time,” he told her. “Never!” Firelight yowled, kicking him with her hind paws. As Shadowheart flew back, she tackled him and the two wrestled around the snow until they both grew too tired to fight anymore. Collapsing on the ground, he felt Firelight flop tiredly on his back. The two of them stayed like this for several moments before finally regaining the strength to stand back up. “We should be hunting,” Shadowheart reminded her, panting. Firelight shook her fur out. “Well not here anyways. Let’s go near the foggy ravine.” At the foggy ravine, Shadowheart sniffed around carefully for any signs of prey. Firelight was on the opposite end, poking through some bracken. Suddenly, a squirrel leaped down from a nearby tree and Shadowheart quickly charged after it. Chasing it towards the foggy ravine, he could barely slow down before nearly slipping off the edge. Not willing to give up the squirrel, he clasped his claws together to hold it while dangling halfway. “Shadowheart!” Firelight ran towards him, yanking him by his tail until he was safely on the ground again. Heart beating fast, Shadowheart glanced at the squirrel, hanging limply from his claws; scarlet drops dripping down his paws. Sitting up and dropping the squirrel at his paws, he gazed up at Firelight sheepishly. “Are you stupid?” Firelight snarled, her eyes wide with horror, despite the anger in her voice. “You almost slid off the edge!” “S-Sorry,” Shadowheart apologized, pushing the squirrel forward. “But I did manage to catch some prey at least.” Firelight gave an exasperated hiss. “Who cares about that?” she snapped. “You could have died! Do you have any idea how-” she looked away sharply, turning her back to him. Shadowheart stepped forward. “I’m okay, see?” he tried to reassure her. “I’m sorry I scared you, Firelight.” “I can’t bear to lose another cat I care about,” Firelight mewed hoarsely, head bowed. “Not so soon after...after Amberfur’s death.” Coming to stand before her, he gently laid his chin on her head. Firelight closed her eyes, and the two of them stayed there for a moment. Firelight moved away, kicking the squirrel with her paw. “I’m sorry I snapped,” she said, flustered. “I just don’t know what I’d do if you just suddenly vanished before my eyes. Let’s take your stupid squirrel and head back.” Shadowheart purred, amused. Firelight wasn’t one to get flustered over anything, though Shadowheart understood why. She nearly saw me plummet to my death, Shadowheart figured that would upset any cat. Grabbing the squirrel, the two headed back to camp.
When they approached camp, the clearing had more cats outside. Dropping the squirrel on the empty fresh-kill pile, Shadowheart sat Foxstar approaching him. Despite the lack of food, he couldn’t help but notice how plump the LeafClan leader had gotten in the past moon. Firelight seemed to notice too, but her gaze was lit with surprise, and something knowing that Shadowheart didn’t quite understand. “Is that all the prey there was?” Foxstar rasped, her eyes wide. Shadowheart dipped his head. “Yes, I’m sorry Foxstar. This was all we could find.” “The Clan will all starve at this rate,” she growled under her breath. “Firelight, do you mind speaking with Pinefrost about our sick warriors? We need those who are able to go hunting.” “Sure thing, Foxstar,” dipping her head respectively, she turned and bounded off the medicine cat den. “Shadowheart,” Foxstar murmured. “Come with me to my den.” Blinking, he followed the LeafClan leader. What could Foxstar possibly want to speak with him in private about? Deciding not to ponder it, he just followed her until they were sitting in her den. Foxstar seemed to settle uncomfortably in her nest, her plump belly heaving side to side. “What is it you wanted, Foxstar?” Shadowheart asked. Foxstar’s eyes narrowed. “I’m expecting kits,” she told him. “And I’m not certain how to tell the Clan.” “Kits?” Shadowheart exclaimed, shocked. “Whose kits are they?” Closing her eyes, Foxstar looked down. “Lionclaw’s.” “Can a leader have kits and still lead?” Shadowheart asked, still unable to fathom Foxstar being a mother. Foxstar looked at him. “Of course! But,” she looked at her belly. “With Hawk on the loose, this is bad timing.” “So what do we do?” Shadowheart meowed, wondering what he had to do with this. Foxstar flicked an ear. “I was hoping one of the queen’s would nurse them. I can’t be a mother to these kits, not now.” “I’m certain they would, but,” he got to his paws. “What does this have to do with me?” “I want you to go to the Cavern of Stars in my place,” she mewed. “Speak with StarClan. Silversky if possible. I can’t make the journey like this.” Shadowheart stared at her. “But why me?” Foxstar lashed her tail. “Because Silversky will speak to you!” she snapped. “I need guidance, and she’s your mother. Go to the Moonpuddle on my behalf and speak with her. Ask her what I should do.” Feeling the weight of Foxstar’s burden heavily on his shoulders, Shadowheart simply nodded. “When...When should I go?” “Soon,” she told him. “Get traveling herbs from Pinefrost and go today. You should read the Cavern of Stars before moonhigh. Bring a cat with you, since it’s too dangerous to travel alone.” “I understand Foxstar,” he got up and left the den. Gazing around the camp, he caught Blackflame leaving the nursery. “Blackflame!” His brother looked up, and pranced over to him. “Hey, Shadowheart! Sandpool told me you saw the kits today, aren’t they great?” he puffed out his chest proudly. “Yes,” Shadowheart replied, quickly changing the subject. “I need to go to the Moonpuddle. Will you come with me?” Blackflame stared at him like he sprouted two heads. “Now? In this weather and with Hawk roaming around? Why?” “Foxstar needs me to go and try to contact Silversky,” he explained. “She can’t go herself for, er, reasons. So she asked me to go in her place.” “I guess so,” Blackflame frowned, tilting his head. “I’d hate to leave Sandpool and the kits, but if it’s that important than I guess I have too, don’t I? Besides, I don’t want my only brother going out and getting himself ambushed either.” Shadowheart dipped his head gratefully. “Thank you, Blackflame. I’ll meet you by the hollow log.” As he made his way to the medicine den, Shadowheart could feel a darkness lingering in the shadows. Despite his best attempts to shake it off, he knew that something was due to happen soon. Whatever that was, he wasn’t sure he was prepared to handle it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Shadowheart and Blackflame set out as soon as possible. The two brothers had walked in silence through the snow deep ground, the tension among them thick in the icy air. Both cats knew the dangers of being alone in the forest now, and neither was willing to let their guard down as they walked. Reaching the moorland, Shadowheart flinched as cold air blew across the brittle heather towards them. “Do you think Silversky will come to us?” Blackflame asked, following beside Shadowheart as they crept along the edge of the moor. Shadowheart flattened his ears against the bitter wind. “She hasn’t had any trouble speaking to me before,” he replied, feeling a twinge of resentment towards his mother. “Anytime she has spoken to me, she hasn’t been much help. I don’t know what Foxstar expects.” “What’s she like?” his brother persisted, glancing ahead. “I always wanted to meet our mother.” Vague, unhelpful, a typical StarClan cat? Shadowheart bit back the bitter reply. It wasn’t Blackflame’s fault their mother had been very little help during all of this. He took a deep breath. “She’s a beautiful cat,” he started, remembering his mother’s silver starlit pelt and soft silver eyes. “And whenever I see her, we’re in this sunny meadow.” Blackflame tilted his head. “StarClan must be a wonderful place,” he meowed. “I can’t wait to see it for myself tonight.” Reaching the thunderpath, the two warriors carefully crossed and made their way up the steep rocky slopes to the Cavern of Stars. Sunset had passed before they made it to the thunderpath, and now darkness was beginning to fall. Shadowheart could make out the early stars of Silverpelt overhead, and led Blackflame down the cavern. As if on que, the Starslugs began to glow, lighting the way. “Whoa!” Blackflame explained, staring around in wonder. “What is this? It’s like the cavern is made of stars!” Purring, Shadowheart couldn’t help but feel amused by his brother’s surprise. He recalled his own surprise when visiting the Cavern of Stars for the first time, many moons ago as an apprentice. How much has changed since then, Shadowheart thought. “They’re called Starslugs,” he told Blackflame as they walked. “They always light the way to the Moonpuddle for some reason.” “They’re beautiful...” Blackflame murmured, still in awe. Shadowheart kept up the pace until the narrow passageway opened up into the cavern that held the Moonpuddle. Leading the way to the large puddle, he gazed up at the opening in the cavern. Blackflame looked around curiously, his eyes wide with amazement. The moon came out from beyond a cloud then, lighting the cavern up in its’ luminous white glow. The Moonpuddle glowed with white starlight, almost inviting the two cats to lap at its’ cool waters. “Touch your nose to the water,” Shadowheart beckoned to Blackflame with his tail. “Close your eyes, and clear your mind. StarClan is on the other side.” Eyes flashing nervously, Blackflame did as told. Shadowheart followed after him, lowering his body to the cavern floor. Touching his nose to the cold water, he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was in the meadow once more; but now, Blackflame was by his side. His brother was looking around in awe, clearly taken aback by the beauty of the warm field of flowers. Shadowheart led him towards the large tree nearby, looking around for Silversky. “Silversky? Are you here?” he called. “Not Silversky, but I,” came a familiar voice. Spinning around, Shadowheart almost let out a yowl of delight. Before him, stood the recognizable calico pelt of Echostar. The former LeafClan leader faced them with regal poise, blue eyes glowing with warmth. “Echostar!” Shadowheart exclaimed, purring loudly. Blackflame looked confused, and glanced at Shadowheart. “Echostar? Who is that?” Echostar dipped her head. “It’s great to see you once again, Shadowheart,” she turned to face Blackflame. “I was leader before Foxstar. I am also your kin, as I am the older sister of your mother, Silversky. It is nice to finally meet you, Blackflame.” “As pleased as I am to see you Echostar,” began Shadowheart. “Where’s Silversky? Foxstar sent us here to speak with her.” Echostar twitched an ear. “Silversky is not the cat you must speak to now,” she told them. “I have come before you instead to warn you. A follower of Hawk saw you two coming into the cavern, and I’m afraid that your time here is very limited. Once you awaken, you must be ready to run; for Hawk will be waiting in ambush.” “What?” Shadowheart’s blood turned to ice. “What do we do? We can’t lead him back to camp!” Blackflame flattened his ears. “We can’t just run either.” “StarClan will be with you,” Echostar reassured them, the dream fading. “Be strong, my warriors.” Darkness engulfed Shadowheart’s vision as he was jolted awake from the dream. Blackflame was already to his paws, fur bristling. Heeding Echostar’s warning, the two of them staring at the passageway they came from; still glowing with the green light of the Starslugs. “What should we do, Shadowheart?” Blackflame asked, pacing forward. “Hawk is waiting for us outside of this cavern, and who knows how many cats he has?” Shadowheart growled. “We have to do what Echostar said, and run for it. No looking back, just run.” Blackflame met his gaze with wide eyes. “Run? What warrior runs?” he asked in disbelief. “We should stay and fight. Focus on Hawk and take him out.” “Mouse-brain!” Shadowheart hissed. “That’s how we’ll both get killed! Do you want to get back to your mate or kits, or die here?” At the mention of Sandpool and the kits, Blackflame’s eyes burned with a deep fire. “It’s because of them that I fight. If I die here, then so be it. I will not lead these mange-pelts to the heart of our camp!” Before Shadowheart could say anything else, his brother bolted ahead through the passageway. “Blackflame, no!” he yowled after him, giving chase. As they emerged through the opening, Blackflame was already ahead. He stood, fur bushed out and bristling in the center of the rocks. Shadowheart panicked when he thought his brother would be ripped apart before him, but to his surprise, no cats lunged from the shadows. Blackflame seemed to realize it too, easing up. He warily looked around in confusion. “What? But Echostar said-” “Oh StarClan, so insightful aren’t they?” a sneer came from above. Shadowheart looked up sharply to see Hawk perched above them from the lip of the cavern. Unsheathing his claws, Shadowheart was ready to fight. If it were only Hawk here, perhaps they stood a chance! However his heart sank when he was Cinder emerge from the shadows nearby. Her ice blue gaze was dark and unreadable. Hawk leaped down from his perch, and the two rogues circled Shadowheart and Blackflame. Standing back to back, Shadowheart let out a hiss. “Hawk!” he spat. “Echostar warned us you’d be here.” Hawk gave a laugh. “And what good did that do for you, Shadowheart?” he jeered mockingly. “That old fool should keep to StarClan where she belongs. But fear not, I’m not here to kill both of you.” “What?” Shadowheart stared at Hawk in shock. Suddenly Cinder slammed him to the ground and the two cats writhed on the rocks. “Shadowheart!” Blackflame yowled, rushing towards them. “Stay out of this!” Hawk snarled, quickly knocking Blackflame to his back and pinning him to the ground. Shadowheart struggled under Cinder’s claws, striking out with his hind legs. Digging her claws in deeper, Cinder just stared down at him with cold eyes. Was this it? Was he about to be killed by his own sister, here by the Cavern of Stars? “Shadowheart!” Blackflame called out, struggling under Hawk’s claws. “You fox heart! Let me go!” Hawk ignored him, and fixed his sharp yellow gaze on Cinder. “Do it, Cinder. Show me where your loyalty truly lies once and for all!” Shadowheart stared up at his sister, meeting her gaze. “Cinder, you don’t have to do this. You’re better than this! I was the one who-” “Shut up!” Cinder snarled, digging her claws in deeper. “What do you even know about me? I’m not the same weak kit you remember me as! I’ve grown better than you, and now you’ll see just how capable I really am!” Despite her words, Shadowheart could see a faint trace of uncertainty in his sister’s eyes. Writhing under her claws, he managed to shove her off. Cinder let out a hiss of anger, lashing at him again. Shadowheart dodged the blow and headbutted her on her side. Cinder rolled across the ground, while Shadowheart leaped on top of her. Struggling to pin her down, he lost his gripping, and Cinder was able to throw him off. The two littermates faced each other, circling around slowly. “What are you waiting for?” Hawk hissed. “Finish him, Cinder!” Blackflame suddenly surged upward with a burst of strength, sending Hawk reeling backwards. Distracted, Shadowheart watched as his brother leaped for Hawk’s throat. Hawk managed to back up just in time, slamming his claws down on Blackflame’s head. The black tabby hit the ground hard, and was held down by the huge rogue leader. “Blackflame!” Shadowheart screeched, running to save his brother. He was knocked to the side by Cinder then, and pinned under her weight once more. However, Hawk’s focus was no longer on the two fighting siblings, but Blackflame. “Hmph, you would have made a good rogue had you accepted my offer,” Hawk growled, staring down at Blackflame—who returned his gaze hatefully. “However I’m willing to ask you once again. Join me, and you will see just how needed my rogues are.” “Never!” Blackflame spat, his silver eyes burning. “I’d rather die than join you!” Hawk narrowed his eyes. “Pity. I can’t grant your wish though. I’ll send you to StarClan instead of your traitorous brother!” “Blackflame!” Shadowheart screeched, staring in agonizing horror while Hawk bit down on Blackflame’s throat. Ripping back, he let Blackflame go as his head fell limply to the ground. Cinder stared over at them in horror, and Shadowheart shoved her off. He rushed towards Blackflame’s body, while Hawk padded away. “Remember this Shadowheart,” Hawk sneered over his shoulder. “I may have spared your life tonight, but I will kill every cat that means something to you. Don’t forget that you are mine.” With that he disappeared into the shadows. Blackflame gasped for air, blood pooling from his neck wound. Shadowheart desperately pressed his paws on his brother’s neck, staining them a dark red. “Blackflame! Hold on!” he pleaded. “I’ll find some cobwebs, I’ll-” “S-Shadowheart...” Blackflame coughed, scraping his claws against the rocky surface. “Tell...Tell Sandpool that I’m so sorry,” his silver eyes turned watery and unfocused. “My kits...oh...my kits...” Shadowheart trembled, feeling his paws slipping on the blood. “Blackflame, no! Please don’t leave me! We’ve only just began! I need you, brother!” Coughing weakly, Blackflame turned his gaze on Shadowheart. “You were r-right, Shadowheart,” he rasped tiredly. “Silversky, our mother, is beautiful. She...She has come to get me…” “No!” Shadowheart wailed. “No you have to stay here! You can’t leave me! Silversky, don’t you take him!” he yelled, staring up at the stars angrily. “Don’t you take my brother from me!” “I-It’s no use….” Blackflame breathed quietly. “This was my destiny. Shadowheart….we will meet again. Don’t grieve for me...we will be together...again...some day….” With those final words, Blackflame fell still, his breathing stopped. His silver eyes were dull and lifeless, gazing out across the moorland beyond. Shadowheart stared down at him in disbelief. Blackflame was gone. He was dead. And Shadowheart couldn’t save him. “Until then,” he whispered to his brother, placing his muzzle close to his. “We will meet again someday, my brother.” Cinder stepped forward, her eyes wide with horror. Shadowheart looked up, angry blinding him. “This is your fault!” Shadowheart snarled, lunging at her. Cinder was overtaken and slammed onto the ground. “You watched your own brother die, and did nothing!” He dug his claws into her fur, drawing blood. “How could you? How could you do this?” Why? To impress Hawk? Was it worth it? Was any of this worth it?” Cinder didn’t fight him, clearly in some sort of shock. She didn’t answer, and Shadowheart felt himself grow angrier. “Nothing? All of this and nothing? You coward! You’re no sister of mine!” he spat, letting her go and padding back to Blackflame’s body. “Get out of my sight! Unlike you, I won’t kill my own littermate. We may be bound by blood, but you will never be my sister.” Backing away slowly, Cinder turned and fled into the woods beyond. Collapsing over Blackflame’s body, Shadowheart felt sobs wrack his body. He felt empty, hollow. How was he going to go on now? His brother was gone, and now he had to face his Clan with yet another dead Clanmate. After a while, early morning light began to shine along the horizon. Shadowheart weakly got to his paws, and stared out ahead of him. Gazing back down at Blackflame’s body, he leaned down and licked his brother’s ear one last time. Carefully grabbing his scruff, he heaved Blackflame over his shoulders and back home.
Chapter Twenty-FiveThe wind whipped around Shadowheart’s body as he carried Blackflame across the moor. He panted heavily, feeling the blood from Blackflame’s wound ooze down his sides. Darkness edged his vision, but he refused to stop. I must get Blackflame home, he thought determined. It’s the least I can do for him.
A wrong step caused Shadowheart to stagger and fall to the ground. He felt Blackflame shift off his back and onto the ground beside him. Shakily he tried to get back to his paws, but the strength had ebbed out of Shadowheart’s body. He breathed ragged, tired, breaths and succumbed to darkness.
“Shadowheart?” a voice seemed to cut through his dark sleep.
“What’s a LeafClan cat doing here? And with a dead cat at that...” another voice grumbled.
He felt a paw nudge him. “Hey! Wake up!”
Shadowheart opened his eyes weakly with a soft groan. He barely made out the blurred pelt of BreezeClan warrior, Birdfeather, and two other cats he didn’t recognize.
“Are you okay? What in the name of StarClan happened to you?” Birdfeather asked, her eyes wide with concern.
A fluffy white-and-gray tom cast him a suspicious glare. “Why are you on BreezeClan territory?”
“Cloudsplash, please!” Birdfeather scolded. “Can’t you see he’s hurt? And his friend….” her voice trailed off as she gazed upon Blackflame’s still body.
A sandy brown tom sniffed at Blackflame’s body, stiffening. “I smell the scent of rogue!” he hissed.
“Are you sure, Loudstorm?” asked Birdfeather, frowning. “Shadowheart is a Clan cat. Besides, the cat with him was with us in our camp before.”
“I know the scent of rogue when I smell it! I didn’t forget their rank stench when they attacked our camp when I was a kit!” Loudstorm snapped.
Shadowheart began to fade out again, until he felt another prod in his side. “Hey, don’t go back to sleep on us. You need to come back to camp with us, you look awful,” he heard Cloudsplash growl.
Instantly, Shadowheart felt himself jolt awake. “No!” he spat, fur bristling and ears flat. “I have to go back to my camp!”
“Easy, Shadowheart!” Birdfeather gently pressed her paw on his back. “You’re injured and clearly exhausted.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Shadowheart argued, looking down at his paws. “My brother is dead! I couldn’t protect him! The least I can do is bring him back to our Clan.”
“What happened?” Cloudsplash asked, narrowing his eyes. “Loudstorm said he smelled rogues.”
Shadowheart growled, unsheathing his claws. “We were attacked at the Cavern of Stars. Hawk killed my brother to make me suffer.”
Loudstorm bristled. “We must tell Skystar!”
Cloudsplash nodded. “Go then. Let him know that we’re escorting Shadowheart and his Clanmate back to their camp.”
He felt Birdfeather nudge him to his paws. Shadowheart just leaned against her tiredly. When Cloudsplash went to grab Blackflame, Shadowheart quickly turned around.
“Put him on my back. I want to carry him,” he grunted.
Cloudsplash looked at him. “You’re injured on barely standing as it is. Let me do it.”
“No!” Shadowheart protested, hissing. “I have to do it! You don’t understand!”
“Have it your way,” Cloudsplash snorted, grabbing Blackflame’s scruff and heaving him onto Shadowheart’s back.
Supporting him on both sides, the BreezeClan warriors slowly escorted Shadowheart back to the forest. Shadowheart staggered here and there, but gritted his teeth and bared it. At last they reached LeafClan territory, and slowly made their way towards the camp. Panting heavily, Shadowheart pushed through the log tunnel and emerged into camp.
The camp was bustling with activity, and it took a few moments for anyone to notice Shadowheart. Falling to the ground, Blackflame heavily weighing on his back, he breathed heavily. A shriek of surprise came from one of his Clanmates, and he was instantly swarmed. Foxstar made her way through the crowd, and gazed at Shadowheart with horrified eyes.
“What happened?” was all she breathed.
Shadowheart lifted his head tiredly. “Hawk attacked us. He killed Blackflame. I’m sorry...I couldn’t protect him.”
Foxstar let out a moan of distress and fell to her paws. Lionclaw was beside her instantly, but she pushed away from him. “This is all my fault!” she wailed. “I should have never sent you there!”
Alderleaf’s eyes were full of sadness as he turned to look at the BreezeClan warriors. “Thank you for bringing them both home,” he mewed solemnly. “Tell Skystar we are sorry for taking two of his warriors.”
Birdfeather dipped her head. “I’m really sorry this happened,” she looked down at Shadowheart sadly. “Blackflame seemed like such a good warrior for the little time I knew him.”
Shadowheart closed his eyes. “He was. Thank you, Birdfeather.”
The BreezeClan warriors turned and left, leaving Shadowheart with his Clanmates. He felt Blackflame being lifted from his back—being carried off by Brownclaw and Rainfall—while Foxstar slowly got back to her paws. Her tail drooped as she staggered off to her den, Lionclaw close beside her.
“Firelight is out hunting,” Alderleaf told him, his voice gentle. “When she gets back I’ll tell her to come find you.”
Shadowheart shakily rose to his paws, and gave a thankful mew as he limped towards the nursery. Of all cats that needed to know about Blackflame, it was his mate, Sandpool. When he reached the nursery, he spotted the pale tabby in her nest; her eyes looked droopy, as if the commotion outside woke her. The kits were curled up in the crook of her belly, sleeping peacefully.
“Sandpool,” Shadowheart murmured, not sure where to begin.
“Shadowheart?” Sandpool mewed drowsily. Her nose twitched and suddenly her eyes lit up with recognition. “Is that blood I smell?”
Redfur, who was near the back of the nursery, woke. “Blood? Where?”
“On Shadowheart,” Sandpool answered, sitting up. Her eyes gazed past him. “Where’s Blackflame?”
Shadowheart dropped her gaze from hers. “He’s...outside.”
Bristling, Sandpool quickly got to her paws. Minkkit and Daykit rolled away from her, mewling in protest as their eyes opened. Redfur rushed towards them, as Sandpool pushed past Shadowheart on the way out of the nursery. A wail of agony followed, causing Shadowheart to wince heavily. Leaving the wide-eyed Redfur to tend to the kits, he moved towards the center of camp where Blackflame’s body lay. Sandpool was hunched over his body, her flanks wracked with sobs. Shadowheart couldn’t help but watch miserably.
The Clan was gathered around in silence, all of them grieving for a warrior lost. Shadowheart could feel the cold chill of the wind blow through his fur. For a brief moment, as he gazed at Blackflame’s body, he thought he could see the starry outline of his brother watching over the Clan. Goodbye, my brother, Shadowheart thought to himself as the outline faded away as quick as it appeared.
Foxstar emerged on top of the Highoak, her eyes dull and her fur unkempt. “Today, we will honor the life of a brave and noble warrior. Blackflame came to us at a hard time, but despite that filled the Clan with high spirits; much like his mother before him. StarClan has gained a true warrior among their ranks.”
As the elders made their way through the crowd, they began to prepare Blackflame’s body for burial. Shadowheart couldn’t watch, and instead turned to go towards his nest. A brush against his flank stopped him, and he noticed Pinefrost at his side.
“Come,” was all she said, leading the way to medicine cat den.
Shadowheart followed quietly, his tail dragging across the ground. He sat down once in the den, and didn’t flinch when Pinefrost began tending to his wounds. Ravenfeather pushed some herbs near his nose, causing him to look up.
His former apprentice’s eyes were sympathetic. “These herbs will help you with shock and pain.”
Shadowheart stared at her dully. “I’m fine,” he murmured. “I just need rest.”
“Take the herbs,” Pinefrost ordered, looking at him. “You need them more than you know.”
Sighing heavily, he lapped them up. “Are you done with my wounds?”
“Yes, they’re shallow so they’ll heal well,” Pinefrost told him. “But that’s not what worries me.”
Shadowheart stood up slowly. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
Ravenfeather gently touched her nose to his. “Go rest.”
As he left the den, he saw Blackflame’s still body softly groomed in the center of camp. Foxstar sat beside Sandpool, both she-cat’s huddled next to him. He could hear the kits mewling for their mother in the nursery, and felt an urge to go see them. When he peered in, he saw Ivyfrost gently nosing them next to her own kits. Redfur was in her own nest, watching them anxiously.
“You came,” Ivyfrost’s soft voice mewed.
Shadowheart slipped into the den, his head low. “I...I wanted to see them.”
Ivyfrost’s eyes were full of understanding. “Of course. They want their mother right now, but they should settle in soon enough.”
Minkkit mewled loudly, his eyes squeezed shut. As he pushed away from Ivyfrost’s belly, Shadowheart felt him roll onto his paws. Leaning down to look at his kin, his eyes met Minkkit’s. The tiny tom-kit stared up at him with wide eyes. Daykit had stopped mewling too, and had lifted her head to look at Shadowheart. Affection for the kits swelled heavily in his chest. Did they know just how much their father had loved them? Would they ever?
“I will protect you,” he murmured to Minkkit, who was batting at Shadowheart’s nose. “I will protect you both, always.”
Daykit had approached him, and Shadowheart curled around them both protectively. Breathing in their soft scents, he felt himself doze off from the herbs he had been given earlier.
“Shadowheart.”
Shadowheart wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he opened his eyes, but he could tell from the darkness of the nursery that night had fallen. Standing in the entrance of the den was Firelight, watching him with a sad look in her eyes. The kits were snuggled in the crook of his belly, sound asleep. Shadowheart watched them for a moment, resting his muzzle on their tiny heads. I will look after them, Blackflame. I’ll make them warriors you can be proud of.
Gently untangling himself from the kits, he carefully stood. Redfur gently took them from Shadowheart, and he murmured a quiet thanks before leaving. Firelight pressed her muzzle to Shadowheart’s flank in support, and he closed his eyes slowly.
“I heard about Blackflame when I came back from patrol,” she mewed quietly. “When I came to find you, you were sound asleep in the nursery. I woke you just now so you could get a chance to sit vigil.”
Shadowheart looked at her. “Will you sit with me?”
Firelight nodded. “Always.”
Foxstar and Sandpool were still sitting where Shadowheart had seen them earlier. Joining them on the other side of Blackflame, he bowed his head sadly. Firelight pressed closely beside him, gazing up at the night sky. Somewhere up there, his brother watched over them from StarClan. Shadowheart rest his head on his brother’s cold flank. Letting grief overtake him, memories of Blackflame spilled out through his mind. From the moment they met, to the very last time they spoke—Shadowheart remembered it all. I will never forget you, brother.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Shadowheart padded through the mushy snow, on a patrol with his Clanmates. A moon had passed since Blackflame’s death, and the memory of his brother’s death still hung heavily on Shadowheart’s mind. However, anything was better than being back at camp—where Foxstar’s agonized wails while she kitted could be heard. Shadowheart shuddered at the thought. He couldn’t help but be glad he would never have to bear kits in his lifetime.
Timberfall pounced on a mouse nearby, carrying it to a dry spot under a bramble bush to bury. “This should be good for Softstep,” he murmured. “She loves mouse.”
Shadowheart thought of the quiet gray-and-white she-cat, pregnant with Timberfall’s kits, back at camp. The she-cat was busy helping Foxstar while she kitted, despite her own anxiety about having kits at her older age. Leopardstrike sniffed the air, her golden spotted tabby fur shimmering in the weak sunlight overhead. “Newleaf isn’t too far off,” she mewed cheerfully. “I can’t wait!”
Brownclaw shook his claws free of mud. “The sooner the better,” he grumbled.
“Do you think Foxstar is okay?” asked Leopardstrike, glancing at Shadowheart. “She’s been under a lot of stress lately, and now the kits are almost here.”
Shadowheart frowned, recalling how much blame the LeafClan leader had taken on regarding Blackflame’s death. Surely that wouldn’t harm her unborn kits?
“Foxstar is strong,” Timberfall rumbled, joining them. “Kitting may be hard, but she will get through it.”
“I hope you’re right,” Shadowheart sighed. “Our Clan has had enough tragedy this leaf-bare.”
Leopardstrike nudged Shadowheart playfully. “You sound like a fretful old elder!” she teased. Before he could protest, she dashed ahead of the patrol. “I think I can smell squirrel up ahead!”
Brownclaw gave an amused snort. “Not if she tramples through the forest like that!”
Mewing his agreement, Shadowheart started to sniff around for prey. He picked up a faint scent trail of a vole, and began to follow it. As he slowly stalked through the undergrowth, he heard a yowl. Quickly raising his head, he ran back towards where he left his Clanmates. Leopardstrike was running back towards them, a badger lumbering after her.
Fur bristling in horror, Shadowheart pelted for the nearest tree to climb. Brownclaw and Timberfall had already climbed up an oak nearby, leaving Leopardstrike the last to climb up. As she scrambled up the same tree as Shadowheart, he reached down to grab her. The badger lunged upward, clamping its’ jaws around her tail and yanking her back down.
“No!” Shadowheart leaped from where he was perched, landing on the badger’s back.
Leopardstrike flailed as she tried to break free of the badger’s grip, turning to claw at its’ eyes. Shadowheart bit the badger’s neck, latching on angrily. Letting out a roar of pain, it tried to shake Shadowheart loose. Leopardstrike pelted forward, turning and leaping at the badger’s face. Timberfall and Brownclaw had joined the fight, slashing at the badger from the sides.
With a sharp lunge sideways, Shadowheart lost his grip and landed against a tree. Winded, he struggled to his paws as the badger began to close in. Leopardstrike was on the badger in an instant, latching herself to the side of the beast’s face. Roaring angrily, the badger shook its’ enormous head angrily. Timberfall and Brownclaw nipped and slashed at the badger’s legs, but its’ focus was completely on Leopardstrike as she was knocked away. Shadowheart watched in horror as the beast clamped its’ jaws on the golden she-cat’s neck.
“No!” Shadowheart rushed to his paws and angrily sunk his teeth into the badger’s hind leg.
Brownclaw clung to the vicious beast’s other leg, while Timberfall clawed his way onto its’ back. Roaring in pain and anger, the badger shook them off and lumbered away, back into the forest. Collapsing, Shadowheart stared over at Leopardstrike’s motionless body. Brownclaw staggered over to her, gently nudging the golden warrior. Timberfall’s eyes were full of sorrow, and Shadowheart let out a small moan of grief. Leopardstrike had been a young warrior, always optimistic and willing to serve her Clan. Now, she joined the ranks of StarClan like the many cats before her.
Shadowheart stared down at the she-cat’s broken body, grief filling him. “Thank you, Leopardstrike,” he murmured. “You saved my life.”
When the patrol had returned to camp with Leopardstrike’s body, the Clan was in shock. No cat dared tell Foxstar, who was finally resting after giving birth to three healthy kits. Instead, the Clan settled into doing the vigil quietly, every cat shaken up over the death of yet another young warrior.
Lionclaw sat with his two remaining daughters, Tigerfrost and Lynxfang, as they grieved over Leopardstrike’s body. Despite everything, Shadowheart felt some responsibility for the young she-cat’s death. In the end, she had died saving him from the badger. Sitting off to the side of camp, he watched the small family grieve with sadness.
“You shouldn’t blame yourself,” Firelight murmured to him, coming to lay beside him. “Leopardstrike died a warrior, and did what any of us would do for another.”
Shadowheart sighed, looking at her. “It still is hard, you know?” he looked ahead again. “Our Clan has suffered so much loss, so much change, in such a short time. I thought after I lost Blackflame, I would be strong enough to protect my Clanmates from anything, but I was wrong, yet again.”
“Of course you were wrong,” Firelight snorted. “You’re not invincible, Shadowheart; none of us are. We’re a Clan, and what makes us strong is that we’re all together in this.”
Shadowheart gave a soft snort. “Somehow, you always know what to say to me when I’m being mouse-brained.”
Firelight purred and smacked his face gently with her paw. “Someone has to be there to do it.”
Sandpool had emerged from the nursery then, Minkkit and Daykit just behind her. The pale tabby queen had recovered from the shock of losing her mate the past moon, and slowly was moving on with the two kits he had left behind. Shadowheart was amazed by her strength, despite how much she must had been hurting.
In the time since their father died, Minkkit and Daykit had grown, and were venturing outside of the nursery more and more each day. Shadowheart made it a point to visit them daily, constantly telling them stories of their father, in hopes they would remember him as the great warrior he was.
“Shadowheart!” Minkkit called, noticing him by the edge of camp.
The little brown tom scampered over to him, Daykit at his heels. Purring, Shadowheart nuzzled them both as they approached. Minkkit reminded Shadowheart everyday of Blackflame—as he carried the same enthusiasm for life and cheerfulness as his father. Daykit was more like her mother, reserved and patient. Shadowheart only wished Blackflame could be here to see them both now, and how much they have grown.
“What happened to Leopardstrike?” Minkkit asked. “Sandpool says she’s in StarClan, like our father. But she’s just sleeping in the clearing!”
Daykit tilted her head. “How do you get to StarClan? Do you just go to sleep?”Shadowheart frowned, gently drawing both kits close with his tail. “Sometimes cats look like they’re just sleeping, but they’re really in StarClan. Leopardstrike won’t ever wake up, as she’s with our warrior ancestors now.”
“But how?” Minkkit asked, blinking up at Shadowheart with his round yellow eyes. “Why can’t she just wake up?”
“Because her spirit is no longer in her body,” Firelight explained, sitting up. “When a cat’s spirit leaves their body, they join StarClan instead of being down here with us.”Daykit frowned. “That sounds scary. Is that what happened to our father?”
The familiar pang of sadness clawed at Shadowheart’s heart. “Yes,” he murmured gently. “It’s not scary though. StarClan is a wonderful place for cats who have earned their place there.”“That’s right,” Firelight added. “Your father is watching over you both right now. He’ll always keep you safe.”
Minkkit’s eyes widened in awe. “Wow! Do you think Leopardstrike will watch over us too?”
Shadowheart flicked his tail across the little tom kit’s ears. “I’m sure she will.”
“Come on, Daykit!” Minkkit squeaked, turning to run back towards Sandpool. “Let’s go ask Sandpool if she’ll tell us more stories about StarClan!”
Watching the two kits run off, Shadowheart suppressed a sigh. Already so young, and yet they knew what death was. Is this the life of being a Clan cat? Did everything and everyone just pointlessly die? Shadowheart began to think that was the case—especially with Hawk lingering around.“How do you think Stonetail is doing?” Firelight asked suddenly, glancing at Shadowheart.
Gazing after the kits, Shadowheart remembered visiting ReedClan’s camp to tell his father about Blackflame. Stonetail had fallen to the ground in grief, cursing StarClan, while Dapplefoot comforted him. It wasn’t a moment Shadowheart would like to relive, ever. To try and help his father feel better, he had mentioned Daykit and Minkkit, safely nestled back in the LeafClan nursery. Stonetail had brightened up a little at the thought of his new kin, but the grief of losing one his kits, yet again, weighed heavily on the ReedClan deputy.
Shadowheart glanced at Firelight. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “He was really upset when I told him about Blackflame, but I also told him about the kits. I’m hoping once they’re apprentices, I’ll introduce them.”
Firelight purred. “I’m sure he would love that. Your father has been through a lot. Seeing those kits will make him happy.”
“Shadowheart!” Ravenfeather called, hobbling on three legs as she carried herbs in one. “Sorry I’m late! Were you injured by that badger at all?”
While she laid the herb bundle at Shadowheart’s paws, he picked up their sharp scent. Wincing, he shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
A glimmer of amusement lit up in the medicine cat’s eyes. “Oh? Is the big warrior afraid of taking these tiny herbs?”
Firelight gave a snort of amusement. “More like, he’s too stubborn to.”
Shadowheart shot Firelight a look. “Like you’re not?”Laughing, Ravenfeather began to look through Shadowheart’s pelt. “I’ll still check, just in case. Can’t let my former mentor get sick!”
Laying down to let Ravenfeather look him over, Shadowheart stared back ahead towards Leopardstrike’s body. Lionclaw had left the little vigil to visit his and Foxstar’s new kits. Shadowheart gazed up at the darkening sky. Was Leopardstrike watching over her newborn half-siblings from StarClan? Did she regret dying before she got to meet them? Wrapping his tail tightly around himself, Shadowheart closed his eyes.
Wherever you are, thank you.
Chapter Twenty-Seven“Dapplekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Dapplepaw. Your mentor will be Tigerfrost. I hope Tigerfrost will pass down all she knows on to you,” Foxstar’s words echoed through the sunlit clearing, her ginger fur bright like flame. “Tigerfrost, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Snowfoot, and you have shown yourself to be resilient and patient. You will be the mentor of Dapplepaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to her.”The small apprentice approached Tigerfrost timidly, touching her nose to theirs. Bluepaw, who was made an apprentice moments before, stood beside her mentor—Lynxfang. As they stepped back, the Clan cheered their names, Ivyfrost and Snowfoot watching with proud expressions nearby.As the Clan broke up, Foxstar began to pad back towards the nursery—where her kits were being cared for by Redfur, having just given birth the night before to her own litter of kits. Foxstar’s own kits were named Poppykit, Nutkit, and Mintkit; while Redfur had Fernkit, Sparkkit, and Honeykit. The tiny squeals of the kits could be heard from the nursery, and Shadowheart felt warmth towards his Clan for the first time in a moon. Half a moon had passed since Leopardstrike’s death, and the Clan began to move on; Shadowheart included.Newleaf had finally sprung upon the forest, seemingly overnight, as the trees began to bud and flowers began to bloom. Shadowheart relished in the warmer weather, finding a nice patch of sunlight in camp to bathe in. Purring contentedly, he closed his eyes and began to doze. Suddenly, he felt tiny claws in his tail and let out a yelp. Swishing his tail away, he turned to see Minkkit mischievously pouncing after it. Daykit was on Shadowheart’s other side, tugging at his ear with her teeth. Rolling over, Shadowheart heard them both squeak. “Ugh, I’m being attacked by tiny badgers!”Minkkit pounced on his belly, digging his claws in. “That’s right! The mightiest badger ever!”“You can’t beat us!” Daykit chimed in, tugging at Shadowheart’s ear more.Shadowheart winced at their sharp teeth and claws, and just flopped. “Oh no, I died.”“Ha! We win!” Minkkit cheered, sliding down onto Shadowheart’s face. Daykit leaped at Minkkit, knocking him over and the two rolled around squealing with delight. Shadowheart rolled back onto his belly, watching them with amusement. Almost three moons old, and the two kits were full of energy. With every day, Shadowheart saw more and more of Blackflame in his two kits.“They sure are energetic, aren’t they?” purred Sandpool, who was watching nearby.Shadowheart gave a nod. “Quite a pawful.”“Snowfoot, Brownclaw, and I were the same way as kits,” Sandpool mewed, coming to sit beside Shadowheart. “It’s nice to have some peace after a harsh leaf-bare.”Sitting up, Shadowheart murmured his agreement. With Newleaf, brought a calming peace for the time being. No one had seen Hawk or his rogues, and the Clan had been thriving under the warmer weather. With a nursery full of kits, Shadowheart was grateful for the peace. “Haha, I got you now!” yowled Daykit, as she leaped onto Minkkit’s exposed belly. Minkkit pushed her away with his hind legs, and rolled back to his paws. “Not this time!”Tackling his sister to the ground, Minkkit pinned her. Daykit struggling under his weight, but Minkkit was larger than the dainty little she-kit. After a few more attempts to knock Minkkit off, she gave up and the little tom let out a yowl of victory. Huffing as she sat up, she sulked over to Sandpool, who began grooming her fur.“Minkkit is no fun!” she complained.Sandpool purred. “Don’t say that,” she chided. “You’ll win next time I’m sure.”Daykit rolled her eyes at her mother. “But he’s so much bigger than me!”“That’s when you use your head, not your body,” came Firelight’s voice. Looking over, Shadowheart saw his friend padding over after being on patrol. Her eyes gleamed as she spoke to Daykit. Daykit looked up at her. “My head?”Nodding, Firelight sat beside Sandpool, curling her tail neatly around her paws. “When you’re smaller than your opponent, you have to think of ways to beat them other than brute strength. In battle, any mistake can cost you.”Shadowheart glanced at his friend in surprise. He had always known Firelight to be head-strong and reckless. However, now that he thought about it, she was also a skilled fighter despite her smaller size. Perhaps this was just the confidence boost Daykit needed.“So what can I do to beat Minkkit?” the little tabby asked. Firelight purred. “Well, when he has you pinned, a good trick is to make him think he won. When he lets your guard down, use all the strength you have to throw him off and get the upper paw.”Listening attentively, Daykit stared at the ginger warrior wide-eyed. Shadowheart suppressed a purr of amusement as he glanced at Sandpool; who was listening with a glimmer in her eye. Minkkit came running over then, yelping as Softstep followed, tail tip twitching with annoyance.“Minkkit, what is it?” Sandpool asked, shooting a questioning glance at Softstep.The gray-and-white she-cat was heavily pregnant now, and her blue eyes were sharp with irritation. “I caught him trying to sneak into the medicine cat den,” she started. “And when I caught him, he nearly knocked Timberfall over running away!”Sandpool frowned and looked down at Minkkit. “Minkkit! You know better than that!”Minkkit looked up defiantly. “I wasn’t going to go in! I swear!”Shadowheart twitched an ear as he listened. The past few days had been rough on the older warrior, as he became sick with an unknown illness. Softstep was right to be annoyed with a rambunctious kit getting under her sick mate’s paws. Most cats in the Clan whispered that Timberfall may be due for retirement, as he was too sick to join any patrols. Shadowheart couldn’t imagine how hard that must be on Softstep, who was expecting the brown warrior’s kits any day now.Shaking her head, Sandpool nudged Minkkit towards Softstep. “Apologize to Softstep this instant, Minkkit.”Head down, Minkkit scuffed his paws across the ground. “Sorry,” he mumbled.Softstep’s gaze softened, and she touched her nose to Minkkit’s head. “I forgive you. But remember to stay away from the medicine cat den, okay?”Nodding sulkily, Minkkit turned and walked back to Sandpool. Softstep left them to go back towards the nursery, while Sandpool groomed Minkkit’s head. Firelight lowered herself to Minkkit’s level. “You know, I used to get in trouble all the time when I was a kit.”Minkkit looked up at her. “Really?”“Oh yes,” Firelight purred. “I kept the warriors on their paws all the time! Don’t take it so personally when they get cross with you, they mean well.”Shadowheart gave an amused snort at the thought of a young Firekit running around causing havoc. He wondered what life was like when he and his own littermates were young kits. Was Blackflame or Cinder rambunctious? Did their mother often have to scold the three of them? As he tried hard to remember, Shadowheart thought he could faintly see another cat in the depths of his memory. A sudden chill ran down his spine. Did his mother not raise them alone before Hawk took them? Was there another cat who helped Silversky hide her secret? The more he thought about it, the more he was certain. Silversky was not the only cat to raise Shadowheart and his littermates during that short time. But who would help a former Clan cat raise her three kits? He certainly knew from his experience with rogues that they only truly looked after themselves. So then who? Shadowheart shook his head. There was so much he didn’t remember from his time with his mother, as he was too young. Perhaps he would never know who the mysterious cat was.Shadowheart was snapped from his thoughts as a small black tom came bursting into camp. His pelt was slicked back with water and blood, and his yellow eyes were wide with terror.“Help us! Rogues have ambushed our camp!”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Foxstar emerged from her den in an instant, her kits mewling loudly in the nursery. Alderleaf raced to her side, murmuring in her ear before standing at the tom’s side. Shadowheart quickly got to his paws, while Sandpool swept the kits into the nursery. Firelight bristled beside him, staring at the entrance to camp. “I will summon the cats to go on this battle patrol,” Foxstar announced, turning to face the group of cats that gathered. “Alderleaf, Yellowsky, Shadowheart, Silverleaf, Larkflight, and Lynxfang.” Firelight’s eyes flashed and she looked at Shadowheart. He gazed back into her eyes, and knew how much his friend wanted to be with him during this fight. Touching his nose briefly to hers, he ran ahead to join his patrol as they raced away out of camp. The injured tom lead the way, and Shadowheart could see he struggled to walk. “Streamwatcher,” Alderleaf meowed, coming to a halt. “Go back to my camp and have those wounds seen to by our medicine cats. We can carry on from here.” The black warrior’s eyes widened. “What? No way! I have to fight for my Clan!” Alderleaf shook his head. “You won’t do your Clan any good if you die. We will help them, so please go get your wounds tended to.” Hesitant, Streamwatcher winced and finally conceded. He turned and began to limp back towards LeafClan’s camp, while the patrol carried on. As they crossed the stepping stones downstream, Shadowheart could hear the echoes of cats fighting in the distance. Worry for his own kin in ReedClan sunk heavily in his belly. Stonetail, please be okay!As the warriors raced across the marshland, they crossed another set of stones and burst their way into camp. Shadowheart flung himself onto a ragged gray tom, who was dragging the warrior Mudspeck across the clearing. As he rolled across the ground, grappling the rogue, he was keenly aware of Cinder shouting orders over the chaos. Growling angrily he shoved the rogue off and raced towards the sound of his sister’s voice. Cinder was nearby, with Leaf at her side as she signaled with her tail for the rogues to set up in a formation. Fury turned his vision red and he leaped at his littermate. Cinder met him half-way, a shocked expression on her face as Shadowheart pinned her to the ground. “This is where your father lives! Isn’t killing your brother enough?” he snarled. Eyes dark, Cinder stared at him with an unreadable expression. “Nothing is ever enough,” she growled, as she shoved Shadowheart off. “Why?” Shadowheart yowled, his snarls turning to pleas. “Why do you insist on doing this? You should know by now that Hawk is a monster!” Cinder got to her paws, just swiping at Shadowheart with hard blows. “I don’t need to answer to you!” Shadowheart dodged and headbutted her back, slashing her muzzle. Cinder let out a shriek of pain as blood sprayed across the ground. Snarling angrily she sunk her teeth into Shadowheart’s shoulder and the two writhed on the ground. Pain shot up his shoulder and across his body as Cinder sunk her teeth deeper, and he finally managed to get to let go as he sliced his claws across her ear. Breaking away and panting heavily, Shadowheart did his best to ignore the agony of the pain in his shoulder from Cinder’s bite. “Why?” he breathed, blood dripping to the ground. “What do you gain from this?” Cinder stared at him with a hardened gaze, and was about to speak. She was suddenly cut off by Leaf, who rushed to her side with blood oozing from his own wounds. “Cinder, we need to retreat,” he panted. “More warriors appeared from that wretched PineClan!” Snarling, Cinder gave a nod. “Fine, call the order.” Gazing one last time at Shadowheart through narrowed eyes, she turned and dashed off as the rogues began to disperse under Leaf’s orders. Shadowheart stared after his sister, his wounds throbbing painfully. However, nothing hurt more than his own sister turning against her family. Growling, he unsheathed his claws and sunk them into the marshy ground. Next time they met, he would fight his sister like any other rogue. I can never forgive her for killing Blackflame, and leading the attack on our father’s Clan!When he turned his gaze back to the ReedClan camp, he saw it in disarray. The reed dens were torn to shred, and the nests were ripped up. Many cats were wounded, mostly ReedClan warriors. Icestar lay in the center of the clearing, his white fur stained red as he lay motionless. Fear throbbed through Shadowheart as he watched Littletail desperately try to heal his wounds. Oh StarClan...is he losing his last life?Mudspeck had ran over to her father, her eyes wide with horror. After what felt like an eternity, Icestar’s eyes opened and he lifted his head weakly. Giving a big sigh of relief, Shadowheart looked around for his father. Stonetail wasn’t too far off, his fur matted with blood for multiple scratches. Upon seeing Shadowheart, he purred and ran towards him. “Oh thank StarClan you’re okay!” his father gasped, rubbing his muzzle with Shadowheart’s. Shadowheart purred and looked at his father. “Yeah, just a some scratches and a nasty bite. I was more worried about you!” Stonetail’s eyes shone with amusement, before they darkened again. “Cinder led the attack on our camp. Shadowheart...I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t possibly fight my own daughter! But now, now that she has done this much destruction towards my Clan...do I have a choice?” Eyes hardening, Shadowheart looked away. “I fought her. I tried to get her to see reason but she’s chosen to be our enemy. She’s no sister of mine, not after-” he quickly cut himself off, remembering that he had spared his father the knowledge of Cinder’s participation in Blackflame’s death. “It’s not right,” his father mewed quietly, looking up to the sky. “Oh Silversky, what do I do?” Pressing himself close to Stonetail in comfort, he looked around the camp. To his surprise, Blackstar had led a patrol of her own warriors to aid ReedClan. The PineClan leader’s black fur was sleek and well kept, and she raised her head with grace as she approached Icestar. “I...I must thank you, Blackstar,” the old ReedClan leader rasped. His gaze flickered to the LeafClan cats. “LeafClan as well. I do not know how well my Clan would have fared had we fought them alone.” Blackstar dipped her head respectfully to the older Clan leader. “I mentioned it before, remember? The Clans must stand together to face this threat. Divided we fall, but united we can face any threat that comes to us.” Littletail gave a murmur of agreement. “StarClan has not spoken to me, but I believe this is what we must do as well.” “StarClan is not the one to make every decision for us,” Blackstar told her. “If we just blindly put our faith in them to solve every one of our problems, we would not truly be warriors.” Icestar closed his eyes. “Wise words spoken for one so young. StarClan was right to choose you to succeed Lavenderstar.” Shadowheart stared at the black she-cat, studying her. For some reason he couldn’t explain, the PineClan leader was oddly familiar; as if he knew her before he came to the Clans. Suddenly an image flew into his head. A black she-cat laying in the nest he shared with his mother and littermates, helping to keep them warm during leaf-bare; playing with them while their mother hunted. Was Blackstar the mysterious she-cat from his memory? Shadowheart must have been staring hard, as he found himself gazing into curious amber eyes. “Shadowheart, was it?” she greeted, walking over to him. Despite her small frame, Shadowheart felt intimidated under this fierce she-cat’s gaze. “Y-Yeah...” Stonetail dipped his head to Blackstar. “This is my son.” Surprise flashed through her eyes, and she looked at Stonetail. “Yet he lives in LeafClan?” “Yes,” Stonetail answered, unashamed. “But my son all the same. I...I had two sons, but recently one was killed by Hawk.” His voice cracked a little at Blackflame’s mention, and he looked away. Blackstar lowered her head in respect. “I’m sorry to hear it, may StarClan light his path.” “Shadowheart!” Alderleaf called from the camp entrance. Dipping his head respectfully to Blackstar, he quickly touched noses with his father. “I have to go.” Stonetail licked his head affectionately. “Stay safe.” Quickly meeting the rest of his Clanmates by the entrance, he began the trek back home. Limping from the pain in his shoulder, Shadowheart’s mind buzzed with questions about Blackstar, and why she would be with his mother when he was a kit. There is so much I don’t know about my own past, or my own mother for that matter!
Pushing away the thoughts for now, he focused on getting back to camp with one good leg. Once they emerged into camp, the patrol was instantly greeted by the Clan, wondering how the battle went. As Alderleaf relayed the news to his Clanmates, Shadowheart limped over towards the medicine cat den, where Pinefrost and Ravenfeather were waiting for the injured warriors. “Oh my, that bite wound looks nasty!” Pinefrost commented, grabbing some herbs she had laying ready nearby. Shadowheart sat down as she began to lick his wound, wincing in pain. “Don’t worry, it shouldn’t get infected as long as you rest for a day or so.” Ravenfeather dropped some more herbs at Pinefrost’s paws. “How did the battle go?” “Icestar lost a life,” Shadowheart replied, grimacing as Pinefrost trickled some herbs into his bite wound. “PineClan came to help too. Blackstar still believes that if the Clans work together, we can beat Hawk.” “Do you believe that?” Ravenfeather asked, curious. Shadowheart looked at her. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Hawk has gotten more followers now. Besides that, it looks like Cinder and Leaf are in control of some of the attacks. They were the ones in charge of this raid.” At the mention of her brother’s name, he felt Pinefrost stiffen. “...Leaf was there?” Ravenfeather looked questionably up at her mentor, as Shadowheart gave a little nod. “He and Cinder seemed to be in charge of this attack.” Slowly going back to working on Shadowheart’s wound, Pinefrost quietly murmured, “I see.” The three cats sat in silence after that. Shadowheart knew more than any cat how hard it was to have kin that were an enemy now. Pinefrost was no different. However, unlike Shadowheart, Pinefrost had been born a rogue and the only family she had were back in the gorge. Guilt bubbled in his chest as he realized he hadn’t thought of how his friend must have been feeling with these attacks. My dad is in ReedClan, and I had a brother here in LeafClan. Pinefrost has no one since she left the gorge. No wonder she feels so tense after hearing her own brother organized an attack on us.“Your wound should be good now,” Pinefrost mewed after the tense silence. “Make sure to keep off of it for a few days.” Shadowheart stood up, dipping his head gratefully. “Thank you, Pinefrost.” Limping towards his nest, he was greeted by Firelight, who had been waiting nearby for him. “Geez, that’s one nasty wound,” she commented, sniffing at his shoulder. Despite her nonchalant approach, Shadowheart could tell his friend was relieved to know he was okay. “Yeah, thanks to Cinder,” he muttered, going into the warriors’ den, Firelight close behind. “Cinder did that?” she blinked. “After what happened with Blackflame?” Shadowheart laid down in his nest awkwardly. “Are you really surprised? She’s completely under Hawk’s spell now. The next time we meet, it will be a real fight.” Firelight laid beside him, and Shadowheart was grateful for her warmth. “I’m sorry, Shadowheart. I know it must be hard.” “I can’t change fate,” he murmured. “Cinder chose her path, and I chose mine. If I have to fight her to protect the cats I care about, that’s what I’ll do.” Intertwining her tail with his, she sighed. “I just wish you didn’t have to.” “Yeah, I do too.” Laying his head down, Shadowheart felt himself begin to doze off. Memories of his kithood flooded his mind as he faded off. Memories that he had long forgotten of his time with Silversky; a time before life took he and his littermates down different paths. A time where life had been complete.
Chapter Twenty-NineFoxstar’s kits squirmed at her belly as she nursed them. Shadowheart was visiting his young kin in the nursery, admiring their soft fur. Mintkit was the only tom, his yellow tabby fur sticking up along his spine. Nutkit was a tan tabby, while Poppykit was dark ginger like her mother; a little white chest tuft stuck out as she squirmed. Redfur’s three kits—Fernkit, Honeykit, and Sparkkit—mewled nearby, only a few days younger than Foxstar’s litter.
“They’re such a pawful for being so tiny,” Foxstar sighed, her eyes tired.
Shadowheart frowned. The LeafClan leader had been very reserved and desolate since Leopardstrike’s death. She didn’t have the same glow as most new queens, and seemed to always be tired. Shadowheart had brought his concerns to Pinefrost, but the medicine cat had told him she couldn’t heal the trauma Foxstar has been through—only she could break through it herself.
“Did you want me to sit with them while you went outside?” he offered, hoping to alleviate some of Foxstar’s worries.
Foxstar shook her head. “They would just cry for me if I left them. Thank you for the offer, though, Shadowheart.”
Dawnrise peered into the den, her graying muzzle reminding Shadowheart that the older she-cat would be retiring soon. “Shadowheart, Alderleaf wants you to join our border patrol.”
“Okay,” he touched his nose to Foxstar’s head. “I’ll come visit again later.”
Leaving his leader to tend to her kits, Shadowheart emerged from the nursery. The sun was shining high overhead, and a warm breeze ruffled his fur. The camp was almost empty, most of the Clan was out hunting or patrolling—aside from Timberfall, who spent most of his time in the medicine cat den due to his mysterious illness Pinefrost couldn’t seem to cure.
At the entrance of camp was Alderleaf, waiting with Dawnrise, Lynxfang, and Bluepaw. The blue-gray apprentice looked anxious, her fur bristled nervously. Shadowheart couldn’t blame her—the attack on ReedClan had only happened half a moon ago, and most cats were on edge.
“All ready to go?” Alderleaf asked, as Shadowheart approached.
Shadowheart nodded. “Where are we patrolling?”
“The border near the foggy ravine hasn’t been patrolled today,” answered Alderleaf, as he led the patrol out of camp. “So I thought it would be best that we start there.”
Lynxfang unsheathed her claws. “I hope we find that badger that killed Leopardstrike,” she growled. “I’ll shred it.”
Bluepaw’s eyes widened. “Aren’t badgers big and scary?”
Dawnrise laid her tail along the apprentice’s back. “Don’t worry,” she assured her. “If we run into a badger, we won’t let it hurt you.”
Alderleaf fell in beside Shadowheart, letting the patrol walk forward a bit. Curiously, he looked at the deputy. “What’s wrong?”
Shaking his head, Alderleaf kept his gaze ahead. “Nothing is wrong,” he started. “I just wanted to talk to you.”
Shadowheart tipped his head to one side. “About what?”
“Firelight,” the deputy replied, coming to a stop. “The Clan gossips about you two quite a bit you know.”
Feeling his ears grow hot, Shadowheart sharply looked away. “S-So?” Why did every cat insist on asking about him and Firelight? “We’re just friends.”
Alderleaf purred, a light gleaming in his eye. “No need to be so defensive. I honestly think it’s nice that my daughter has such a good friend,” he meowed. “Before you came, she didn’t quite fit in with the other apprentices. Rainfall was too excitable, Yellowsky and Ivyfrost were more to themselves, and Sleetwhisker was training as a medicine cat. I always worried that she wouldn’t make any true friends.”
Thinking about it at first, Shadowheart would have never guessed that the out-spoken warrior would have had trouble fitting in. However, as he thought more about his friend, he could see where Alderleaf’s worries came from. Firelight was hot-headed, reckless, and often stubborn—traits that most cats would have been put off from. Despite that, she was also loyal, devoted, and cared deeply for those close to her. Shadowheart couldn’t ask for a better friend.
“When I saw her getting close to you, I was glad,” Alderleaf went on. “I didn’t have to worry so much anymore.”
Shadowheart gazed up at the sunlight rippling over the tree tops. “I’m glad I came to LeafClan. Before, when I was lived in the gorge with Hawk and his rogues, life was a constant battle. I started to become a cat the me now would hate. I don’t regret choosing LeafClan over the rogues, even if they were once the cats I called kin. Under Hawk, there is no justice; no peace,” Shadowheart unsheathed his claws, narrowing his eyes. “That’s why he must be stopped at all costs. I can’t let him ruin everything the Clans stand for.”
“You’re a brave warrior, Shadowheart,” Alderleaf murmured. “Silversky would have been so proud of you. She was a close friend to my mate, Goldenfire, you know. Her death sent ripples through the Clan, and we all thought you and Blackflame were lost. It was sure a surprise when it was revealed that you two were her long lost kits!”
At the mention of his brother, Shadowheart felt the familiar pang of loss. His brother should still be here, raising his kits with Sandpool. Instead, he was killed by his own sister. Would Alderleaf or the rest of the Clan think less of Shadowheart if they knew Cinder was also his littermate? How would they react to the truth that his sister was just as cold blooded as the cat they hated and feared?
Alderleaf laid his tail across Shadowheart’s shoulders. “I know losing Blackflame has been hard on you,” he mewed softly. “I lost both of my brothers, Sagepelt and Duskstrike. It was hard to lose them both, especially since they were still young warriors with kits. But I know they died a warriors death, and are waiting for me in StarClan when I join their ranks someday.”
“I just miss him,” Shadowheart sighed, looking down at his paws. He felt his voice crack as he went on. “I miss Sagepelt too. I feel like Hawk has taken so much from me. My mother, my mentor, my brother...”
“There is one thing he hasn’t taken,” Alderleaf meowed, raising his head. When Shadowheart looked up at him, the LeafClan deputy twitched an ear. “He hasn’t taken your warrior spirit. You still fight on, despite everything he has done. I can’t think of many cats that are as resilient as you, Shadowheart.”
Touched, Shadowheart was at a loss of words. Did he really seem that way to his Clanmates? A resilient, strong, warrior? Did he see himself that way? Shadowheart wasn’t sure. He had never thought of himself as anything but a warrior cat; loyal to his Clan.
“Hey! Are you guys coming, or are you going to stand around talking all day?” Lynxfang called, her whiskers twitching with amusement.
“Yeah, sorry!” Alderleaf called back, with a purr he nudged Shadowheart. “Come on, let’s finish this patrol.”
Shadowheart watched as Dapplepaw and Bluepaw chased the kits around camp. Minkkit and Daykit were growing bigger every day, keeping up with the apprentices as they pounced at them. Mousepaw, Volepaw, and Batpaw watched nearby from the apprentices’ den, their eyes shining contentedly. Yellowsky and Rainfall’s kits were nearly warriors now, having grown big and strong in the past few moons. Glancing back at the nursery, he wondered when Foxstar would find the time to hold their warrior ceremonies.
Larkflight emerged into camp, carrying a large sparrow, his eyes shining. Sparrowsong was just behind him, holding a few mouse tails in her jaws.
“Whoa! Did you catch that all by yourself?” Larkflight’s apprentice, Volepaw, came rushing over.
Larkflight nodded happily. “Yeah! It was a lucky catch though, but it will definitely feed Redfur!”
Sparrowsong purred, setting her mice on the fresh-kill pile. “She’ll appreciate the nice meal! Especially now that she has three kits to feed.”
“I’m sure you’ll be grateful for the nice prey Brownclaw will bring to you in a few moons time,” teased Tigerfrost, who was laying in a patch of sunlight near the warriors’ den.
“Hey!” Sparrowsong gasped, leaping at the she-cat playfully. “Don’t say that so loudly!”
Laughing, the two she-cat’s tussled on the ground. Shadowheart purred watching them. Poor Sparrowsong! Though it is true that she has been mooning over Brownclaw lately. Happily, he rolled onto his back to soak in the sunlight. More kits would be nice for the Clan though. Even if our nursery is full of them.
“Well would you look at that, I found a lazy lump of fur near the sunniest patch in camp!”
Looking up, he met Firelight’s amused gaze. “I’ll have you know I did a border patrol today,” he protested playfully.
“Oooh, look at the big loyal warrior protecting his Clan,” mocked Firelight, flicking her tail over his nose as she walked past him.
Snorting, Shadowheart rolled to his belly. “Why don’t you join me?”
Firelight rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “Unlike you, I have things to do.”
“Like what?” he challenged.
“My father wants to go hunting with me,” she answered, coming to stand before him. “It’s been a while since we hunted together, just the two of us.”
Shadowheart thought of his own father, back in ReedClan. How lucky it must have been to have a father in the same Clan! “It sure is a nice day for it,” he agreed, stretching with a yawn. “Hopefully this weather lasts.”
“I’m sure it will,” Firelight assured him, looking up at the sunny sky. “It sure doesn’t look like we have any bad weather coming.”
A yowl from across the clearing caught their attention. Alderleaf was waiting by the Highoak, his eyes shining. Shadowheart knew what that was about, and instantly felt uncomfortable. Couldn’t he relax just once, without getting strange looks from his Clanmates? He groaned inwardly, rolling back over.
“That’s my que,” chirped Firelight, curling her tail over her back. “I’ll see you later!”
Hearing her pad away, Shadowheart closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth the sunlight seemed to pour through his bones. How he missed Newleaf! Leaf-Bare had been far too long, and he was grateful for the warmer weather. Breathing in the soft scents of the forest, Shadowheart let himself doze off.
A paw prod to his side awoke Shadowheart, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the familiar meadow from his dreams. Oh no, not again, he complained silently, getting to his paws. Silversky stood close by, watching her with her usual unreadable gaze. Well, at least she has something in common with Cinder, Shadowheart thought bitterly.
“What is it now?” Shadowheart demanded, not really in the mood for wayward prophecies.
Silversky snorted, cuffing his over the ears. “Don’t speak to me like that,” she chided, pushing past him. “I saw the battle with Cinder.”
Shadowheart bit back a growl. “And?”
“You have yet to show her the right path,” she told him, tail tip twitching. “If you don’t hurry, she will be completely lost.”
“She already is lost!” Shadowheart snarled, unable to control his anger. “Your useless prophecies didn’t help! She killed Blackflame, in case you hadn’t noticed! And on top of that, she attacked her own father’s Clan! How exactly do you expect me to fix that?”
Silversky’s eyes softened with grief. “It was a tragedy that Blackflame was lost,” she mewed quietly, before raising her voice once more. “The only cat that can blamed for that is Hawk, and Hawk alone. He has brain-washed Cinder into believing his cause is just.”
“He did the same thing to me,” Shadowheart growled, lashing his tail. “I saw through it, so can she. I don’t understand just what StarClan expects of me. I have followed every prophecy sent, but all I get in return is loss!”
“Your path has been hard,” Silversky murmured gently, brushing her tail across his back. “You have done well so far, but your destiny has yet to be fulfilled. StarClan has great plans for you, my son, so do not lose hope in them just yet.”
Shadowheart met his mother’s gentle gaze. “I will give StarClan one more chance,” he told her sternly. “I will not be tugged around needlessly by prophecies. I make my own destiny, and will follow it through; starting with ridding the Clans of Hawk.”
Touching her nose to his, Silversky murmured softly, “Your spirit is too great to be lost. I know you will find a way, my precious Shadowkit.”
Memories flooded Shadowheart’s mind of his early days with Silversky and his littermates. From the moment he first opened his eyes to see his mother’s loving gaze, to the very second he saw the world outside their warm nest. If he was meant for greatness, Shadowheart was ready to embrace it. However before all else, came Hawk. He ruined so many lives, and Shadowheart would be the one to make him pay. As he pulled away from his mother, he saw her body begin to fade.
I will make you proud of me, mother.
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:16:26 GMT -5
Chapter Thirty
Sunlight dappled the forest clearing, another warn Newleaf day sprung upon the Clans. Shadowheart was at the edge of the clearing with Minkkit, and Daykit, listening to his young kin tell him about the large vole they saw sneak into camp earlier.
“I would have caught it too if the Softstep’s kits weren’t so noisy!” Minkkit complained, leaping to catch a falling leaf.
Shadowheart purred at the young tom’s enthusiasm. “Oh, I’m sure you would have.” He winced when felt claws scrabble up his back. Glancing up, he saw Daykit’s small body laying across his back.
“Can you give me a badger ride?” she asked, her silver eyes pleading.
Minkkit looked up from the leaf he tore to shreds, his gaze excited. “Oh, yes! Can you? Please, Shadowheart?”
Before he could answer, he was quickly distracted by Foxstar’s summons to gather. The LeafClan leader was standing on the Highoak, her eyes sweeping across the camp. This must be important if Foxstar left her kits to address the Clan, Shadowheart realized. Gently shaking Daykit off of his back, Shadowheart swept his tail around the kits.
“If you two are quiet, you can come to this meeting instead,” he promised them.
“Okay!” Daykit chirped, satisfied.
Minkkit bounced beside Shadowheart, looking up at him curiously. “What do you think Foxstar wants?”
Shadowheart leaned down and licked his head. “I don’t know. Let’s go see.”
As the Clan gathered, Shadowheart kept Daykit and Minkkit close to him. Surely no one would mind their presence as long as they were quiet? Silverleaf sat beside Shadowheart, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Oh? On kit duty today, Shadowheart?” he purred.
Minkkit looked up at Silverleaf proudly. “We’re going to watch the meeting! Shadowheart said so!”
Lowering his head to touch Minkkit’s nose, Silverleaf purred. “Is that so?”
Shadowheart flicked his tail across Minkkit’s head. “Remember, I said you could watch only if you’re quiet.”
Daykit pressed close to him, her eyes wide as she gazed up at the Highoak. “Foxstar looks so big up there!”
Wrapping his tail around the tiny she-kit, Shadowheart scooped Minkkit back with one of his fore paws. Ignoring Minkkit’s tiny squeak of protest, he exchanged a worried glance with Silverleaf. The silver tabby warrior seemed to sense the same thing Shadowheart did. Something must be wrong. Maybe I should have sent the kits back to Sandpool…
“I have called this Clan meeting today, as it has been overdue,” Foxstar started, her voice sounded more tired than Shadowheart remembered. “I have talked with my Alderleaf and my senior warriors about the recent attack by Hawk on ReedClan. We have come to a conclusion on how we might be able to fight back.”
Shadowheart leaned forward. A plan to fight Hawk? Did they really come to that? Frowning, Shadowheart glanced down at Blackflame’s kits, who were listening with wide eyes. So little, yet even they know to fear Hawk.
“We know that Blackstar is willing to join together Clans to face Hawk and his rogues,” Foxstar went on. “So it has been decided that LeafClan will join forces with PineClan, and the other Clans—if willing—to rid the forest of this menace. I will send three patrols to each Clan to speak with the leaders. If your name is called, gather quickly at the entrance to camp and head out.”
Shadowheart gently nosed the kits towards the nursery, where Sandpool sat outside waiting. “Go back to your mother,” he murmured. “I’ll play with you both later, I promise.”
As the kits scampered off, Shadowheart turned his attention back to Foxstar. Nodding to Alderleaf, she began to list off names. “Alderleaf will be leading a patrol to ReedClan. The cats I have chosen to go with him are Dawnrise, Snowfoot, and Tigerfrost. As for BreezeClan, Hollycloud will be leading the patrol. To go with her are Brownclaw, Larkflight, and Silverleaf. For the last patrol, I will have Lionclaw leading. Rainfall, Yellowsky, and Shadowheart will accompany him.”
Hearing his name called, Shadowheart quickly headed towards Lionclaw, who was waiting nearby. Yellowsky and Rainfall were already there, looking unnerved. Shadowheart could guess why—they were headed into unknown territory.
“Do you think the Clans will work together?” Yellowsky asked, as they filed out of camp.
Rainfall walked closely beside his mate. “They have to! One Clan alone can’t drive the rogues out.”
Yellowsky glanced at Shadowheart. “What do you think?”
“We all face the same threat,” Shadowheart replied, looking ahead of them. “The Clans will be strong if we are one.”
Lionclaw, who was a few paces ahead, looked back them. “Blackstar was the one to mention the idea of joining forces,” he reminded them. “If anything, we have PineClan to fall back on.”
Although Lionclaw had a point, Shadowheart wondered if Blackstar would still agree to joining forces. If it was just LeafClan and PineClan that fought Hawk and his rogues, would it be enough? Shadowheart recalled how Hawk had recruited more cats, and a lot of the cats under his command he no longer recognized from his time in the gorge. Would two Clans have the power to end the rogue threat?
Birdsong rang above the patrol, while a warm breeze shifted through the lush tree branches. Even though Newleaf was here, and the forest had been more welcoming because of it, Shadowheart knew that the danger was only around the corner; lurking in the shadows, waiting. No cat knew what Hawk’s next move would be, and every Clan had been on alert.
As they neared PineClan’s border, Lionclaw came to a halt. He sniffed the air, before turning to look back at them.
“A patrol is nearby,” he meowed. “We’ll wait for them to find us, before crossing.”
Plucking at the ground impatiently, Rainfall lashed his tail. “We don’t have time for that, Lionclaw! They’ll understand if we cross now.”
“Mouse-brain!” Yellowsky chided. “Even if we did cross, none of us know where their camp is.”
Lionclaw’s whiskers twitched. “As impatient as ever I see,” he mewed with a hint of amusement.
A black tabby appeared from the bushes nearby, his eyes lit narrowed as he approached the border. Two more cats followed closely behind, their gazes wary.
“What are LeafClan cats doing this close to our border?” the tabby demanded.
Lionclaw dipped his head. “Ravenwing,” he greeted respectfully. “We’re here to speak with Blackstar. It’s urgent.”
“Is there trouble in LeafClan?” A ginger tabby Shadowheart recognized as Sunheart, asked.
“Yes,” Ravenwing added, his gaze suspicious. “If this was urgent, why isn’t Alderleaf or Foxstar here themselves?”
Lionclaw shook his head. “I can’t say without speaking with Blackstar.”
“Ravenwing,” the other cat, a fluffy white she-cat, spoke up. “Let’s bring them to my sister. She should listen to what they have to say.”
Ravenwing shot a sharp look at her. “Whitesong, you know I can’t just bring strange cats into our camp.”
“This is hardly the time to worry about Clan rivalries,” Whitesong argued. “Don’t forget what Blackstar said.”
Sighing, Ravenwing turned to face Lionclaw. “Very well. Follow us.”
Crossing the border into PineClan territory, Shadowheart felt the ground underpaw change. Glancing down, he noticed the forest floor was filled with pine needles. Rainfall kept close to Yellowsky, his tail tip twitching nervously. The sunlight seemed to be swallowed by the large pine trees overhead, and shadows crept along the edges. How do PineClan cats live in such darkness? Shadowheart shuddered and stuck close to his Clanmates.
After a while, they reached PineClan’s camp. Inside the camp, cats were going about their daily routine. A tortoiseshell queen sat outside the nursery while three kits scuffled along the ground. Two apprentices were busy practicing their fighting moves outside of what Shadowheart assumed was the apprentices’ den. The elders of the Clan laid outside of large hollowed out log, while Frostlight—the Clan’s medicine cat—organized herbs outside of his den. A black shadow caught Shadowheart’s eye, and he glanced up a large boulder to see Blackstar sitting at the very top. Her bright amber eyes were fixed on them curiously, and Shadowheart couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.
“Blackstar, we found this patrol on our border,” Ravenwing announced, leading them towards the boulder. “They bring news from Foxstar.”
Lionclaw dipped his head as he addressed the PineClan leader. “I’m sorry to intrude so suddenly, but Foxstar needed us to speak with you.”
Blackstar stood up, gazing down at him. “Is all well in LeafClan?”
“Yes,” Lionclaw replied. “We are here to discuss a joint alliance, actually.”
Eyes flashing with surprise, Blackstar leaped down from the boulder. “Foxstar wants an alliance? Is this to face Hawk?”
Nodding, Lionclaw went on. “Foxstar agrees with your idea to unite the Clans. She believes that the four Clans should drive out Hawk together.”
Blackstar had a thoughtful look in her bright amber gaze. “Do the other Clans agree with this?”
“Foxstar has sent patrols to both BreezeClan and ReedClan as well,” Lionclaw answered. “If all goes well, the Clans will be united.”
“I already decided to join the other Clans,” Blackstar replied, lifting her head. “PineClan will join LeafClan in the effort to rid the forest of Hawk.”
Shadowheart’s heart beat fast as he listened. Was this it? Would they really be rid of Hawk after joining forces? Sinking his claws in the soft pine needle ground, he narrowed his eyes. No matter what any cat said, Hawk would be his to face alone.
“Foxstar also wants to leaders, deputies, and medicine cats to discuss further plans at the Great Oak,” Lionclaw explained. “She wants to meet as soon as tomorrow night.”
Blackstar nodded in acknowledgment. “PineClan will be there, that you have my word.”
“I will let Foxstar know as soon as we return,” Lionclaw promised. “Thank you, Blackstar.”
Ravenwing padded forward. “I will show you the way back to the border.”
As he turned to follow his Clanmates back home, Shadowheart could feel Blackstar’s gaze on him. Looking back, his eyes met the PineClan leader’s. Something in her gaze felt familiar to Shadowheart, and he recalled the having the same feeling back in ReedClan’s camp during Hawk’s attack. Was that black cat in my memories really Blackstar? He wondered. Somehow he couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew Blackstar as more than just PineClan’s leader.
Anxious to leave the camp behind, he focused on following his Clanmate’s back home. Once they crossed back over the PineClan border, Ravenwing bid them farewell and sent them on their way. Happy to be out of the dark pine forest, Shadowheart took a deep breath.
“I hope Icestar and Skystar were as easy to convince as Blackstar was,” Yellowsky murmured.
Rainfall looked at her. “Considering LeafClan and PineClan saved ReedClan from Hawk’s rogues, I don’t think Alderleaf had much trouble convincing him. As for BreezeClan, I don’t know. Skystar has always been...shifty.”
Lionclaw twitched an ear. “Skystar wants Hawk out of the forest as much as any cat. I don’t see why he would refuse an alliance.”
Emerging into camp, Foxstar greeted them instantly. “Well? How did it go?”
Lionclaw dipped his head. “Blackstar has agreed to an alliance. Did things go well with Icestar and Skystar?”
“I don’t know yet,” Foxstar replied, walking away with Lionclaw. “Hollycloud and Alderleaf’s patrols haven’t returned yet.”
Volepaw, Batpaw, and Mousepaw looked up from where they sat outside the apprentices’ den, and rushed over to their parents.
“What was PineClan like?” Batpaw asked.
“Are they as dark and broody like Frosttail says?” chimed in Volepaw.
Rainfall purred and nuzzled his them affectionately. “They’re not so different.”
Mousepaw crouched down, pouncing at Volepaw’s tail. “I bet they fight better than you!”
Yellowsky batted the two toms apart as they swiped playfully at each other. “Honestly, you two are almost warriors!”
Leaving the family to squabble, Shadowheart saw Firelight limp out of the medicine cat den. The ginger she-cat looked annoyed as she limped, favoring her front right paw.
“Are you okay?” Shadowheart asked, worried. “What happened?”
Firelight huffed, sitting down. “I stepped on a thorn while out hunting. Now my paw won’t stop hurting, even after Pinefrost took it out!”
Amused, Shadowheart shook his head. “You sound like a kit.”
“Oh hush, you!” Firelight snapped, her tone light. She licked her paw, and gingerly laid it down. “So how was your trip to PineClan? Did everything go okay?”
Shadowheart nodded, sitting beside her. “Blackstar agreed to join us. So now we just have to wait for Alderleaf and Hollycloud’s patrols to return with news.”
The sounds of cats entering the camp caught their attention then. Foxstar greeted Alderleaf and Hollycloud, the two warriors having just returned from their patrols. Shadowheart couldn’t make out what they were saying, but knew he would soon find out. Foxstar climbed the Highoak, and Shadowheart noticed for the first time in moons that the LeafClan leader look determined and strong. All the cats in camp gathered, staring up with eager eyes.
“All the patrols I sent out have returned from their missions,” Foxstar announced. “All the Clans will unite as one to drive out Hawk. Tomorrow night will be the first meeting of how we will do that. From this point onward, I expect all of you to put in extra training—especially the apprentices,” her eyes burned with a deep fire as she went on. “We will put an end to this madness once and for all.”
“LeafClan! LeafClan! LeafClan!” all the Clan began to cheer.
Shadowheart felt his heart tighten, and out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the starry outline of Silversky and Blackflame watching from the shadows. Narrowing his eyes, Shadowheart unsheathed his claws and sunk them into the ground. You’ll regret ever turning against the Clans, Hawk.
Chapter Thirty-One
Shadowheart sat at the edge of the hollow pit, watching the newest warriors spar for the upcoming battle. Mousepaw, Batpaw, and Volepaw—now Mouseleap, Batwing, and Voletail—were in the middle of a sparring match, while the apprentices, Dapplepaw and Bluepaw, watched. Shadowheart was ordered to oversee their training for the day with Silverleaf, while their mentors went on last minute hunting patrols.
Several days had passed since the Clans agreed on uniting to fight against Hawk. Shadowheart couldn’t help shake the anxiety he felt for the upcoming battle. This would be the final end to the rogues, and he wasn’t sure if was really ready to face them. I used to consider them kin, he reminded himself. To think I would turn against them now, I just don’t know how to feel about it.
“Are you nervous?” Silverleaf asked, glancing sideways at Shadowheart.
Shadowheart sighed. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t.”
“I always admired you, you know,” he murmured. “When you were my dad’s apprentice, I looked up to you. I was so happy when I was your apprentice for the rest of my apprenticeship.”
Touched, Shadowheart looked at him. Silverleaf had been his apprentice for only a short time, but Shadowheart felt pride in seeing the young tom become a valued warrior of LeafClan. Looking up at the sky, he thought of Sagepelt.
“You were a good apprentice,” Shadowheart told him. “I was honored to mentor you, especially since you were Sagepelt’s son. He would be proud of you if he were still here.”
Silverleaf looked ahead. “He would be proud of you too. He really cared a lot about you. You were his first and only apprentice, you know.”
“He was a great mentor,” Shadowheart purred. “I remember when I first came back from the rogues, how easily he accepted me. I owe him a lot to what sort of warrior I am today.”
Eyes sparkling mischeviously, Silverleaf nudged Shadowheart. “Too bad he didn’t teach you how to handle Firelight.”
Pelt growing hot, Shadowheart shifted his paws uncomfortably. “T-That’s not fair you know.”
Silverleaf laughed and stood up, curling his tail in amusement. “Ah, but since when did warriors really play fair?”
Growling playfully, Shadowheart swiped his paws him. “Oh get out of here, you cheeky kit!”
Laughing, Silverleaf leaped down into the hollow pit. Shadowheart watched him with a huff. The more I talk to him, the more he reminds me of Sagepelt! Feeling a breeze gently blow by, he stood and followed his former apprentice. Batwing had her brother, Voletail, pinned under her as she yowled triumphantly.
“And that, you two, is how you don’t underestimate your opponents!” she called to Bluepaw and Dapplepaw, who were watching with wide eyes.
Voletail growled. “Alright enough! Get off of me already, you lump!”
Purring, Batwing let him up. Mouseleap padded over to his Dapplepaw and Bluepaw, dipping his head to them. “We can show you two a couple of those moves if you want.”
“No,” Shadowheart chimed in quickly as he approached. “Those are a bit too advanced for them right now. Why don’t you show them some basic maneuvers?”
Dapplepaw tipped her head to one side. “Don’t you think we should learn the advanced moves instead?”
“Yeah! What if Foxstar chooses us to join in the battle?” added Bluepaw.
Silverleaf flicked his tail across Bluepaw’s head. “Don’t be ridiculous! Foxstar would never send apprentices into such a dangerous battle. Besides, Shadowheart is a good warrior. You should listen to him.”
Grumbling, Bluepaw looked down at her paws. Shadowheart gave a sympathetic purr. “Don’t be discouraged,” he assured her. “You’ll have an important job of guarding camp while warriors are away.”
Batwing swiped at the air. “I can’t wait to shred those fox-hearts! No one messes with the Clans!”
“Do you think we’ll even be chosen to battle?” Voletail muttered to her. “We’re new warriors after all.”
“Chosen to battle or not,” Silverleaf mewed pointedly to them. “Either is just as important. The safety of our elders, queens, and kits are our top priority.”
Dapplepaw crouched down, wiggling her hindquarters as she practiced a pounce. “I’m ready to practice some new moves! If we can’t be in the battle, I want to protect the kits!”
Shadowheart purred. “That’s the spirit,” he motioned for the two apprentices to follow them to a corner of the hollow pit. “Since Silverleaf and I will be your mentors today, I want you to show us what you can do already. Come at me, Bluepaw.”
Eagerly the blue-gray apprentice charged at him. Shadowheart braced himself as she leaped, and quickly ducked, causing her to fly overhead of him. She landed on her paws and turned to charge again, but this time Shadowheart used his fore paws to swipe her paws out from under her. Crashing in a heap, the apprentice gave a loud grunt.
“Mouse-dung!” she spat.
Shadowheart nosed her to her paws. “Honestly, didn’t Lynxfang teach not to charge in recklessly?”
“Yeah, but I thought-” she began defensively.
“That’s where you messed up,” Silverleaf interjected quickly. “While it’s good to think for yourself in situations, you also need to remember your training. Lynxfang is a capable warrior, so I know she taught you better than that. This time, I want you to come at me; but as you were trained!”
Growling, Bluepaw turned on Silverleaf. She narrowed her eyes at him as he sat a few tail-lengths away, his calm green gaze giving nothing away. Seeming to study him closely this time, instead of just charging in, Bluepaw began her attack. This time she veered to the left, instead of dead center, and began to swipe her paws at him. Silverleaf leaped to the side, using his weight to shove her off balance. Bluepaw was fast however, and rolled away quickly. With a powerful leap, she sprung onto Silverleaf’s back, clinging on as the tabby warrior tried to shake her off. Silverleaf then rolled to his side, trying to squish the apprentice under his weight. Bluepaw let go quickly, using this to her advantage. Pouncing onto his exposed belly, she began to land hard blows. Kicking her off, Silverleaf broke away from the apprentice and the two faced each other, panting.
“How was that?” Bluepaw asked, her eyes gleaming.
Silverleaf raised his head approvingly. “I expect no less of Ivyfrost and Snowfoot’s kit. Good job!”
Pleased, Bluepaw stuck her chin up proudly. As Dapplepaw weaved around her sister, purring her congratulations, movement at the edge of the hollow pit caught Shadowheart’s eye. Rainfall dipped his head in greeting, waving his tail.
“Foxstar is calling a Clan meeting,” he informed them, his eyes shining with excitement. “I think she’s choosing which cats to join the battle patrol.”
Batwing ran and leaped up next to him. “Finally! Let’s go!”
Purring, Rainfall butted his daughter’s shoulder with his head. “Don’t be so impatient.”
Like he’s one to talk about impatience! Shadowheart bit back a purr. Silverleaf’s eyes shone with amusement, and Shadowheart knew the tom had the same thoughts. Quickly, they following Rainfall back to camp. Already, the Clan was gathered around the Highoak, staring intently up at their leader. Shadowheart found a seat next to Firelight, and Larkflight, exchanging a glance with his friend. This is it, he realized. The final battle.
Foxstar was standing tall, her amber eyes burning like fire. “I have thought hard about which warriors to include in the battle with Hawk, and I have come to my decision,” she announced, waving her tail. “The cats that will be in the battle patrol are as follows; Lionclaw, Rainfall, Shadowheart, Snowfoot, Tigerfrost, Silverleaf, Larkflight, and Dawnrise. The rest of you will have the job of protecting the camp in case Hawk tries to use this to his advantage.”
Firelight tensed beside Shadowheart, her eyes burning with indignation. She looked down angrily, digging her claws into the dirt. She must be dying to fight the rogues, Shadowheart thought, laying his tail across her back. She didn’t look up, just closing her eyes. The Clan disbanded, Foxstar heading back to the nursery with her kits. Shadowheart twitched an ear. Would Foxstar be taking part in the battle now that she had kits? Or did she intend to battle, and that was why she left Alderleaf out of the patrol?
“Shadowheart,” Firelight muttered quietly. “I won’t be there to keep an eye on you during this battle. So, don’t you dare die on me!”
Meeting her fiery gaze, Shadowheart gently touched his nose to her ear. “I won’t die just yet,” he promised. “I’ll come back to this Clan, and Hawk will be gone.”
“You better!” she threatened, her eyes dark with worry. “I better not have to sit at your vigil!”
Shadowheart purred. “It’s not like you to worry so much.”
Flattening her ears, Firelight looked away. “Oh shut up, you stupid furball.”
I swear I’ll come back home, he got to his paws, staring at his friend. I’ll bring peace to the Clans at last. Gently pushing past Firelight, Shadowheart headed toward the nursery. Poking his head in, he saw Minkkit and Daykit soundly sleeping against Sandpool’s belly. His brother’s mate looked up at him, her eyes filled with anxiety. Wrapping her tail around her kits tightly, she dipped her head to him. That’s right, he thought, gazing at them. I have to come back. No matter what.
Leaving the nursery, he headed towards the medicine cat den. Peering in, he saw Pinefrost busily going through her herb stores. Ravenfeather was tending to Timberfall nearby, making him swallow some herbs. Lifting her head up from Timberfall, Ravenfeather tilted her head.
“Oh, Shadowheart,” she walked over to him. “What’s up? Do you need something?”
Shadowheart nodded. “I wanted to talk to Pinefrost, actually.”
Pinefrost turned her gaze on him. “What did you need?”
“I wanted to talk to you outside. There’s something I needed to discuss with you,” he explained.
Following Shadowheart outside, he led her to the edge of camp. The two sat in silence for a few moments, before Pinefrost took a deep breath.
“This is about the battle, isn’t it?” she asked.
Shadowheart nodded. “Yeah. You still have kin back in the gorge, so I was worried about how this was affecting you.”
Pinefrost looked down at her paws. “It’s been hard, if I’m honest. I don’t want a battle, and I worry about Leaf and the path he’s chosen to take. I worry even more so for my parents. I know cats will die, and that scares me more than anything. I may have been born a rogue, but I’m also LeafClan’s medicine cat now. Can I really afford to have any divided loyalties? StarClan only knows.”
“Cinder and Lily are still back in the gorge too,” Shadowheart agreed. “I didn’t want to fight Cinder, and StarClan knows I tried my hardest to make her see sense. And then there’s Lily, who was my mother for so long. She’s not the type of cat to fight, so what will happen when we invade their camp? Lily is the only mother I have now, I don’t what I’d do if she was killed during all of this.”
“We can only hope our loved ones stay safe,” she murmured. “We can’t change the paths they’ve chosen, as much as I wish we could. Shadowheart, whatever you do, make sure Hawk is taken care of. I might be a medicine cat now, but I was raised a rogue at heart. I want nothing more than for him to pay for what he has done. Don’t let him continue to be a dark presence over the Clans.”
Unsheathing his claws, Shadowheart dug them into the ground. “I won’t. I have already sworn to myself that I’d take Hawk down. The Clans will be free once again.”
Chapter Thirty-TwoShadowheart nervously paced the edge of camp, waiting for Foxstar to lead their battle patrol to the gorge. Every cat was on edge, no one knowing what the outcome of tonight’s battle would be. Shadowheart stared up at the full moon, glowing ominously in the dark sky. Tonight should have been a Gathering, instead we’re fighting. Tugging fitfully at the grass under his claws, he wondered if StarClan would be angry at the Clans.
“Shadowheart!” a tiny squeak snapped him back out of his worries.
Twitching an ear, he looked down as Minkkit and Daykit tottered over to him. “What are you two doing up this late?”
Daykit stared at him with her wide silver eyes, so much like her father’s. “Is it true that you’re going to fight the bad cats?”
“I bet he’ll shred them!” Minkkit purred, crouching down to pounce.
Shadowheart leaned down and gently brushed his muzzle across theirs. He breathed in their soft kit scent, and closed his eye momentarily. It’s possible this will be the last time I ever see them, he realized, knowing how dangerous the battle ahead was.
“Shadowheart?” Daykit tilted her head curiously. “Are you okay? You look…sad.”
“I guess I’m just nervous,” he answered gently, lifting his head back up. “When you become warriors, you’ll understand just how dangerous battles can be.”
Minkkit lifted his chin, eyes gleaming. “But you’ll win! Right?”
Precious little ones, Shadowheart met Minkkit’s gaze, hoping he didn’t look as scared as he felt. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
“Minkkit! Daykit!” Sandpool called from the nursery entrance, her eyes shining with annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you both not to bother the warriors?”
“But it’s just Shadowheart!” Minkkit complained, huffing at his mother. “We wanted to see him before he left!”
Sandpool padded over, her expression troubled. “You’ll be able to see him when he gets back,” she murmured, sweeping them both with her tail. “Right, Shadowheart?”
Meeting the queen’s gaze, he knew what she meant. She wants me to promise I’ll come home safe, he frowned. The kits need me since Blackflame is gone. Comfortingly touching his nose to her shoulder, he gently brushed past her. “I’ll come back.”
At that moment, Foxstar’s yowl to summon could be heard from the camp entrance. The cats not chosen to go were watching anxiously from the edges of camp, and Shadowheart felt a stare bore into his back. Turning, he saw Firelight watching him from the entrance to the warriors’ den. Giving a tiny nod to her, he quickly followed the patrol out of camp.
Foxstar was silent as she led the patrol, her neck fur bristled and her movements quick. Silverleaf fell into step beside him, and Shadowheart was grateful for his former apprentice’s presence. Lionclaw was close by the LeafClan leader, quietly muttering something in her ear as they walked. Tigerfrost paced beside Shadowheart’s other side, glancing sideways at him.
“Should she really be doing this?” she whispered to him. “She’s still nursing kits! You’re her kin, right? Couldn’t you have talked her out of it?”
Shadowheart sighed. “She wouldn’t have listened either way. Foxstar has a one-track mind like that. All we can do is try and make sure she’s safe during the battle.”
“She’s our leader,” muttered Silverleaf. “Her not being present at the battle would show signs of weakness within our Clan. She had no choice.”
Following Foxstar, Shadowheart couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind. Did she worry about not coming back to her young kits? Even though leaders had nine lives, Foxstar still had a lot to lose if the battle went wrong. Thinking of his Clanmates back in camp, Shadowheart felt more nervous than ever. We have to win this battle!
Coming into range of the ravine that held the Great Oak, Shadowheart picked up the mingled scents of PineClan and ReedClan. Waiting for the LeafClan cats, Blackstar and Icestar stood with their own warriors. Blackstar stepped forward, the first to speak when the cats all gathered around.
“Skystar will meet us on the moor,” she informed them. “From there we will figure out where Hawk and his rogues have taken up camp.”
Foxstar lifted her head. “One of my warriors knows the territory well,” she admitted, Shadowheart tensing when he realized she meant him. “He will be the one to lead us directly to their camp.”
“Why would one of your warriors know about the rogue territory?” Icestar demanded, his tone heavy with suspicion.
Shadowheart stepped forward, struggling to keep his legs from trembling. “I...I was raised there,” he confessed, hearing some gasps from the other cats. “When my mother ran from the Clans, Hawk stole my littermates and I from her. I spent moons in the gorge living without any knowledge that I was stolen; Hawk had me believe I was his father. It was until moons ago, when I was just apprentice aged, that I was taken in by LeafClan after being found unconscious along the river.”
“So that explains how you came to the Clans, after missing for so many moons,” Icestar replied, twitching an ear thoughtfully.
“Yes,” Shadowheart dipped his head. “I’ve been loyal to LeafClan ever since. So of you may doubt me because of my past, but I want peace as much as any cat. Hawk took my mother from me, and my littermates. I want to finally put an end to this.”
Blackstar’s eyes shone with respect. “Well spoken, Shadowheart. We will let you lead us to Hawk.”
Was that pride in the PineClan leader’s mew? Shadowheart blinked as he gazed at her. Foxstar started to walk forward, her tail lashing.
“If we’re done here, let’s move on,” she meowed briskly. “We’re wasting time talking. We must meet with Skystar and be done with this.”
Icestar gave a contemptuous snort. “Leave it to LeafClan to be bossy as ever,” he remarked dryly. “Foxstar has a point though. We must keep moving.”
Everyone agreeing, the three united Clans moved on through the forest. As they broke through the last of the trees, Skystar was waiting not far off with his warriors. The lean silver tabby tom’s fur glowed in the moonlight, his eyes narrowed as the other Clans approached.
“I was worried you wouldn’t come,” Skystar growled. “My warriors have been ready for ages now.”
Blackstar flicked her ears pointedly. “Keep your fur on, Skystar,” she grunted. “Every Clan had their own arrangements to make.”
“Shadowheart,” Icestar rumbled, turning his piercing red gaze on him. “Lead us.”
Skystar narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. “What? A young warrior leading us to the battle? What’s the meaning of this?”
Foxstar flattened her ears. “My warriors are capable of leading anyone, Skystar.”
Snarling, Skystar unsheathed his claws. “I will not be led by a rival warrior!”
Blackstar pushed between the quarreling leaders, her eyes blazing. “Enough!” she hissed. “Skystar, this warrior knows the way to Hawk’s camp. I would explain the reasons why, but we’re running out of time. Either you accept it, or your Clan can turn back now.”
Growling, Skystar glared at Shadowheart. After a few tense moments, he sheathed his claws with a lash of his tail. “Very well,” he conceded. “We will follow for now, but in the end my warriors follow my orders, and my orders alone!”
Huffing in exasperation, Blackstar turned back to her Clanmates. “Toms!”
“Well?” Skystar’s sharp mew made Shadowheart jump. “Go on then!”
Shadowheart twitched an ear nervously. “R-Right…” he shot a resentful glance at Foxstar. She could have warned me that she would do this!
Taking a deep breath, he followed the all to familiar path back to the gorge. Taking long strides along the edge of the moor, he breathed in the sharp scents of rabbit and heather. After a while, the thunderpath began to stretch ahead of them. Carefully, he led them across and towards the tunnel he had taken before with Cinder. The ominous dark hole seemed even smaller than Shadowheart remembered, and he realized with a start at how much he had grown since then.
“Is this it?” Icestar asked, his white fur glowing in the darkness.
Nodding, Shadowheart padded up to the hole. “It’s the safest way past the thunderpath tunnel,” he explained. “It’s not the most comfortable squeeze, but we should be able to get through to the other side.”
Staring into the darkness for a few moments, Shadowheart closed his eyes and plunged through the hole. He crawled along the mucky ground, grimacing at the grime that clung to his belly fur and nails. He could hear grunts and hisses of complaint behind him, and briefly wondered if this was the best idea. No, this was the only way. Shadowheart pushed forward, and eventually emerged out on the other side. To the right of him, he saw the gradual sloping land that led up towards the gorge. Patiently, he waited for every cat to join him, and bounded up the incline.
Rocks clattered under his paws, and Shadowheart could feel the ground giving way. Hesitant to stop, he kept on until they reached the top. Gazing around, he took a moment to gain his senses. If he were correct, the gorge wouldn’t be that far away. Gulping at the looming presence of darkness and danger, he pressed onward. Fur bristling he kept his ears alert for any noises. The familiar scent of the forest here made Shadowheart feel nostalgic, and for a moment he was flooded with memories of growing up in the gorge. This was once my home, he shook his head. LeafClan is my home now. This is now enemy territory.
Coming to a halt, he recognized the familiar path that led back to the gorge. Creeping forward, he noticed that two rogues were guarding the entrance to the ramp that led down into the hollow. Signaling with his tail that they were finally here, the leaders all exchanged glances before yowling out the command to attack.
The rogues let out yowls of surprise as they were overtaken quickly, and Shadowheart raced down the rocky slope into the rogue camp. Filing out behind him, the other warriors began to launch themselves into battle with any rogue they saw. Cats were emerging from the rock dens, dazed and confused, only to be met in swiftly in battle. Gazing around, chaos was ensuing everywhere in the gorge as the mingled scent of all the Clans mixed with rogue. Shadowheart pelted forward, racing towards Hawk’s den.
Shadowheart glared around the dark stone den, ready to battle. To his surprise, Hawk wasn’t there. But where…? The shuffling of paws behind him caused him to spin around. Standing in the entrance of the den, yellow eyes shining with malice, was Hawk.
“Hello, Shadowheart,” the rogue leader greeted coolly. “How nice of you to visit after so long.”
Shadowheart snarled, flattening his ears. “Like I would visit this disgusting place!”
Hawk let out a vicious laugh. “Have you and your Clanmates learned anything? You can’t beat us. You can’t beat me!” he waved his tail to the cats outsides fighting. “Even with your pathetic alliance, my rogues outnumber your so called warriors.”
“We have the advantage this time,” argued Shadowheart, who was ready to pounce. “Even you couldn’t have saw this attack coming!”
Unsheathing his claws, the massive tom lowered his scarred muzzle. “Oh? Is that what you think? How naive, Shadowheart. I thought the death of your beloved brother would have taught you better!”
Screeching in fury at the mention of his brother, Shadowheart flung himself at Hawk. He barreled the rogue leader out of the den, and rolled across the sandy ground outside. Hawk shoved Shadowheart off, sinking his teeth in his scruff as he threw to the side. Shadowheart tumbled across the ground, hissing as he got back to his paws. He reared up and slashed his claws at Hawk, but the tabby tom simply dodged and landed a heavy blow to Shadowheart’s head.
Stunned he staggered to the ground, struggling to get back up. Hawk loomed over him, pressing a paw on his neck. “Such a shame,” Hawk sneered mockingly. “I taught you to fight better than that, son. What a disappointment you turned out to be.”
Breathing heavily, Shadowheart could feel himself come back to his senses. Going limp, he waited for Hawk to think he won. However, Hawk just pressed tighter on his neck.
“You think I’d fall for the oldest trick in the book?” he growled, eyes glowing with mockery. “I’ll show you how a real cat fights!”
Rearing up his over paw, he sliced Shadowheart across the face. Screeching in pain and fury, he staggered to his paws, over to be bowled over again by Hawk’s massive weight. Pinning Shadowheart down, he gazed up through blood at Hawk’s leering gaze. Leaning close to his muzzle, Hawk sneered.
“You’ve always been a pathetic fool,” he hissed. “Too eager to please. Just like your pathetic mother, Silversky. Oh, but don’t worry! I’ll be sending you to her soon enough!”
Hissing through pain, Shadowheart returned his glare with seething hatred. “You’ll never win. The Clans will stop you, even if I don’t!”
Whispering in his ear, Hawk dug his claws into Shadowheart’s shoulders. “Oh, how wrong you are.”
Shadowheart yowled in agony as Hawk sunk his teeth into his shoulder. Struggling under his claws, he tried his best to break free, but could feel the strength draining from his body as blood began to flood out of his wound. Darkness edger his vision, and Shadowheart could feel his spirit begin to leave his body.
No...I can’t die. I promised I’d come back home! StarClan...please...don’t leave them alone, he stopped struggling, and his vision faded to black.
Chapter Thirty-ThreeThe sound of bubbling water woke Shadowheart. As he opened his eyes, he found himself laying on the shore of a river. The water babbled calmly nearby, and it took several moments for Shadowheart to process what had happened. Suddenly, he was thrown back in the gorge among fighting cats. He remembered Hawk delivering a fatal killing bite to his shoulder, and yet...Shadowheart felt no pain. An icy chill ran down the tom cat’s spine.
Oh no, am I dead? Jumping to his paws, he looked around him. The river shore he was on didn’t look familiar to him, and neither did the surrounding forest. Where am I? Is this StarClan? Visualizing the meadow he often awoken to when Silversky had visited him previously, Shadowheart had the faintest idea of where he was now. He looked down, and noticed the faint shimmer of starlight caressing his paws. Dread filled his body as he realized he must have died in the gorge under Hawk’s claws.
No! I promised I would come back home! Frantic, he scented the air in hopes of finding any cat in this strange forest. Pacing along the shore, he lashed his tail angrily. I can’t die! Hawk must be stopped! The sound of paw steps echoed nearby, and he looked up abruptly. Bathed in starlight, a familiar cat stepped out from the bushes ahead. Shadowheart gaped at the cat before him, taken aback on what he saw. It can’t be…
“Did you miss me, brother?” the warm purr pierced his heart.
“Blackflame!” Shadowheart ran forward, stumbling and falling over at the dead warrior’s paws. He gazed up at his brother, who had a fond look in his eyes.
Blackflame leaned down, touching his nose to Shadowheart’s. “It’s good to see you again.”
Shadowheart stared at him, speechless. A surge of emotion bubbled up inside him, and he managed to choke out a few words. “I...I can’t believe it’s really you...”
“Of course it’s me,” purred Blackflame, lifting his head. “Where else would I go, besides StarClan?”
So this is StarClan, Shadowheart thought sorrowfully. Staggering to his paws, he lowered his head. “I...I shouldn’t be here,” he mewed softly. He dug his claws into the ground, gritting his teeth. “I have to go back! Blackflame, please!”
He felt his brother lay a paw on his shoulder. “Come,” he replied simply, turning and heading into the forest.
Staring after Blackflame a few moments, Shadowheart took a time to compose himself. Heaving a deep sigh, he followed slowly. Blackflame led him through a well trodden path, walking confidently, as if he had always lived there. Birdsong chattered overhead, and a gentle breeze rattled the lush green tree tops. Sunlight dappled the forest floor, and Shadowheart could hear prey scurrying about in the underbrush. This place is so alive, he mused. And yet, neither of us are.
They finally came to a clearing with scattered clusters of flowers. Every color Shadowheart could imagine was spread out before him, waving in the warm breeze. Blackflame stopped and looked back at Shadowheart with an unreadable expression. Meeting his brother’s gaze, Shadowheart couldn’t help but wonder why Blackflame had been the one to greet him, instead of Silversky.
“Blackflame-”
“I know you want to go back,” his brother cut him off. “And in time, you will. You are on the verge of death right now, Shadowheart. That is why you woke up in StarClan.”
Eyes wide, Shadowheart lifted up one of his paws, still glittering with starlight. “Then why are my paws like this? And why are you here and not Silversky?”
“I wanted to see you,” Blackflame replied, blinking slowly. “I’ve watched you since I joined StarClan, you know; I was worried.”
Shadowheart returned his gaze with a bemused expression. “Me? Why? What about Sandpool? What about your kits?”
He sat down with a purr. “They are fine,” he mewed confidently. “Sandpool has the support of our Clanmates, and the kits have you. I know they will be fine, even if I’m not there with them.”
“How can you say that?” Shadowheart blurted out, feeling his emotions pour out. “Don’t they mean anything to you? Minkkit...he’s so much like you! And Daykit, she’s so smart! Aren’t you angry? You died, Blackflame! And I let you! Don’t you feel anything about that? About me?”
Blackflame sighed, a smile crossing his muzzle. “Mouse-brain,” he headbutted Shadowheart’s shoulder. “You always shoulder everything on your own. I lived my life, I have no regrets. Sure, I miss my mate and kits, but I know that they will live on without me. As for you, Shadowheart, I don’t blame you for what happened.; nor do I blame Cinder. When will you finally learn to trust in your destiny, and in what StarClan has planned for us?”
“How can you say that?” Shadowheart felt his throat tighten. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been without you? I live with the memory every day of that night; it haunts me. What good is a destiny, if all the cats you love die around you?”
“You’re right,” Blackflame agreed, his eyes gentle. “It’s been hard on you. You’ve had to carry this burden on your own for a long time. But Shadowheart, you’re not alone. So many cats in StarClan have watched out for you, and you have your Clanmates. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. It’s time to trust that others can shoulder your burden too.”
Shadowheart closed his eyes tight. “What happens if it becomes too much?” he whispered. “What cat would stay around then?”
“Oh, I know one cat in particular that will be there regardless,” guessed Blackflame, his eyes shining. “If you haven’t figured that much out yet, then there’s still a lot you need to see for yourself back in LeafClan.”
Blackflame weaved around him, and Shadowheart took in his brother’s warm and familiar scent. If only you could come back to the Clans with me. He gently pushed away from his littermate, and for the first time, noticed starry figures emerging from the forest beyond. Blackflame walked to twine his tail with one of them, whom Shadowheart instantly recognized as Silversky. Beside her, Echostar, Sagepelt, Oaktuft, and even Leopardstrike stood; their pelts sleek and shimmering with stars.
“Your journey has just begun,” Blackflame told him, his silver eyes glowing with wisdom. “StarClan will light your path always, my brother.”
A warm assurance spread through Shadowheart’s pelt, and he felt more at ease than he ever did. As his vision began to fade, Shadowheart noticed the starlight on his paws begin to slowly drift away. At peace, he let the darkness take him.
The familiar tang of herbs hit Shadowheart’s nose as he felt life fade back into him. Pain seared through his shoulder and neck, making him unable to move. I’m back, he realized, struggling to open his eyes through the pain. I’ve come back to the Clans.
Once he was finally able to blink open his eyes, his vision cleared to show him the inside of LeafClan’s medicine cat den. Pinefrost’s familiar pelt shuffled through the herb stores nearby, while Ravenfeather’s black fur was steadily rising in slumber close by. He felt another warm pelt pressed against him, and weakly shifted his head to see who it was. Instantly he recognized Firelight’s bright orange fur. How long have I been in StarClan? And how long has Firelight been by my side while I was gone?
“Let’s see, I could use some more dock, especially after the battle,” muttered Pinefrost a she shifted through the stores. “I’ll need to change Shadowheart’s dressing on his wound still too...”
As she glanced over at him, her eyes widened when she saw Shadowheart staring back at her. Leaping to her paws, she rushed over to him, trembling.
“S-Shadowheart!” she gasped, causing Ravenfeather to stir.
“What’s wrong?” the black she-cat murmured sleepily. “Is it time to check on Foxstar again?”
Shadowheart felt too painful to lift his head, and instead gave his friend a meek look. “I’m back.”
“Shadowheart?” Ravenfeather instantly sat up upon hearing his voice. Her eyes shook as she gazed at him. Voice breaking, she choked out, “You’re alive! Oh, I thought we lost you!”
He felt Firelight shift beside him. The ginger warrior grumpily growled, “Quit making so much noise. I’m trying to sleep here!”
“Firelight, Shadowheart’s awake!” Ravenfeather exclaimed, shaking her with her paw.
Taking a few moments to wake up, Firelight was suddenly alert after processing what the medicine cat said. She quickly turned to face Shadowheart, her eyes wide. She’s going to yell at me, he guessed. I deserve it too; for being such a reckless idiot.
Staring at him as if she’d seen a ghost, Firelight seemed at a loss for words. “You’re...you’re alive,” she breathed.
“Just barely,” Shadowheart half-joked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“You’re such an idiot!” Firelight snapped, her body trembling. “Do you have any idea what it was like to see them drag your half-dead body back to camp?” Voice shaking, she went on. “Everyone was sure you weren’t going to come back to us! It’s been three days! And now, now you’re back...” she collapsed into his flank, and Shadowheart could feel her body wrack with sobs. “I thought I’d lost you, you stupid furball!”
Guilt weighed heavily in his stomach. Firelight, Ravenfeather, and even Pinefrost were so worried about me, he moved his paw to touch Firelight’s flank. Thank you.
Lifting her head, Firelight gazed down at his paw. She reached her paw out to touch his. “I’m sorry I scared you,” Shadowheart rasped, trying his best to ignore the burning from his wounds. “I’m here now, though. I won’t leave you just yet.”
“That’s right you won’t,” Firelight muttered, meeting his gaze. “...you mouse-brained idiot.”
Purring weakly, Shadowheart shifted his gaze to Pinefrost. “Have I really been gone for three days?”
Pinefrost nodded, frowning. “Y-Yeah. Your wounds were so bad, and you lost so much blood. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep you alive. You weren’t responsive at all, and at times...” she trailed off, closing her eyes tight.
Ravenfeather laid her tail across her mentor’s back. “Everyone was really worried. The Clans suffered a major defeat in the gorge. And when Foxstar saw you fall under Hawk’s claws, she tried desperately to save you; but Hawk struck her down, and she lost a life. It took everything the Clans had to escape back to the forest.”
So we lost, Shadowheart bit back from saying. “Is Foxstar okay now?”
“She managed to come back from StarClan when she was dragged out of the gorge,” Ravenfeather told him. “But she was really shaken up over your condition. When morning comes, I’ll go and tell her that you’re awake. I’m sure that will cheer her up immensely.”
“For now,” Pinefrost butted in, leaning close to examine his wounds. “You need to rest. You might have woken up, but you’re far from better.” She turned to Firelight. “Now that he’s out of immediate danger, you need to get some rest yourself. You barely slept these past few days. Go to your nest and get a nice long sleep.”
Firelight looked like she was about the protest, but with one glance at Shadowheart, she reluctantly sighed. “Fine. I’ll come back after I’ve woken up.”
“Thank you, Firelight,” Shadowheart mewed gratefully.
Shaking her head, Firelight walked away. “….stupid furball.”
Purring, Pinefrost turned to Ravenfeather next. “I want you to check on Foxstar,” she told her. “StarClan might have healed the worst of her wounds, but I’m still worried about the one on her side.”
Ravenfeather dipped her head. “Okay,” she turned to Shadowheart. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Shadowheart.”
Once she left, Pinefrost stared at him with an intense green gaze. “You know,” she started, making Shadowheart feel slightly uncomfortable at her piercing stare. “While I still had hope that you would come back to us, I knew logically that there was no way a cat could come back from a wound that serious. What exactly happened, Shadowheart?”
Hesitant, Shadowheart closed his eyes. “Well, when I went unconscious from Hawk’s attack, I woke up beside a river. My paws were shining with starlight, and I was certain I had died,” he opened his eyes to gaze at her. “That was when Blackflame came to me, and told me that while I was in StarClan, it wasn’t my time to die. We had a long talk, and after that, I woke up here.”
Pinefrost narrowed her eyes in thought. “That’s not like StarClan to send a cat back from the dead,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “You must have a bigger destiny than I thought.”
“Wait, you know about it?” he asked, shocked. What else did his friend know about him?
Nodding, she began to change the dressing on his wounds. “I learned about your destiny moons ago, when Ravenfeather first became accepted as my apprentice. StarClan came to me, more specifically, Echostar, and told me that you would be the one to save the Clans. I was doubtful at first, but now I’m truly beginning to believe their words.”
Shadowheart stared at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What good would that have done?” she retorted, smearing some poultice on his wound. “It was something you had to find out for yourself.”
“Do you really think I can live up to such a destiny?” he murmured, feeling doubtful of himself. After all, he had failed to kill Hawk the first time. What if he messed up his supposed destiny?
Pinefrost carefully began to cover him in cobweb. “I think you’re capable of doing anything you set your heart to. And I truly believe that if any cat can put an end to Hawk, it’s you, Shadowheart.”
Remembering his battle with Hawk, Shadowheart felt his mind wander. Was that true? Was he the one to save the Clans? Or did his destiny entail something he had yet to foresee? Closing his eyes, feeling his mind drift off into slumber, Shadowheart wondered if maybe StarClan made a mistake.
Chapter Thirty-FourShadowheart made his way across camp, a gentle rain dribbling down from the gray skies overhead. His healed wound felt stiff, and he tried to walk it off. Almost a moon had passed since the attack on the gorge, yet the Clans weren’t any closer to putting a stop to Hawk. Stiffly, he sat down near the warriors’ den.
Minkkit, and Daykit were showing the younger kits around camp. Redfur and Foxstar’s kits were almost two moons old, and were old enough to wander the camp outside. Redfur watched them closely from the entrance to the nursery, her eyes warm. Due to Foxstar’s duties as Clan leader, the gentle queen often helped raise Foxstar’s own three kits.
Sparkkit, a ginger-and-white tabby, fluffed out his fur as rain dappled his coat. “It’s all wet out here!” he complained.
“Yeah, why do we have to follow you two around camp anyways?” added his sister, Honeykit, a cream-furred tabby.
“We’re going to be apprentices any day now!” Minkkit answered, lashing his tail impatiently at the kits. “So you have to listen to us!”
Fernkit, a light brown tabby-and-white she-kit, stared up at him with wide eyes. “What if I don’t want to be a warrior apprentice?”
Mintkit, Foxstar’s son, rolled his eyes. “What else is there to be?”
“Mouse-brain, you know there’s other things! Like a medicine cat apprentice!” Poppykit scolded her brother.
Shadowheart purred a little as he watched the group of kits squabble among each other. As he watched Daykit and Minkkit, a thought crossed his mind. His young kin would be apprentices any day, yet Shadowheart wasn’t sure what cats would be their mentors. An idea lit up in his mind, that maybe, just maybe, Foxstar would allow him to mentor one of his young kin. Summoning his courage, Shadowheart stood and headed towards Foxstar’s den.
Peering in, he could faintly make out his leader’s fox colored pelt. “Foxstar?”
“Shadowheart, is that you?” she replied, sitting up in her nest. “Come in.”
Padding slowly into the cave den, Shadowheart sat a few tail-lengths away from Foxstar. “I wanted to ask about Minkkit and Daykit’s apprenticeship,” he began.
Foxstar narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “Are you worried about who I may have chosen to be their mentors?”
Shifting his paws awkwardly, Shadowheart nodded. “I...I wanted to ask if I could mentor one of them. I feel like I owe it to Blackflame.”
“Do you think that is wise?” she questioned. “You helped raise them as kits, and you are more like a father to them than just kin. Would you not be too easy on them if you took one on as your apprentice?”
Shaking his head, Shadowheart met her gaze. “I think that because they are so close to me, that I will be harder on them than normal. I promised myself that I would help them become strong warriors.”
Foxstar got to her paws slowly. “I will consider it,” she answered, brushing past him. “It’s time to begin the ceremony.”
Now? Shadowheart felt his heart quicken as he followed Foxstar out of the den. The kits were still exploring the camp, however, when they saw Foxstar begin to bound up the Highoak, they rushed back towards the nursery. Sandpool greeted Minkkit and Daykit warmly, giving them a quick grooming.
“Let all cats old enough to cat prey join under the Highoak for a Clan meeting!” Foxstar summoned. As the Clan gathered, she beckoned to Sandpool with her tail. Realizing what was happening, Minkkit and Daykit ran towards the Highoak excitedly, leaving Sandpool to look on happily. “Two of our kits have reached the age of six moons, and it is time to make them apprentices,” she looked down at Daykit. “Daykit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Daypaw. Your mentor will be Yellowsky. I hope Yellowsky will pass down all she knows on to you.”
Yellowsky stepped out from the crowd, pleased to have been chosen to mentor. Foxstar went on, “Yellowsky, you are ready to take on another apprentice. You had been unable to complete Silverleaf’s training at the time, however, I expect you will train Daypaw with diligence.”
Dipping her head, Yellowsky touched her nose to Daypaw’s. “I will do my best,” she promised.
Shadowheart watched, pleased. Yellowsky would be a good mentor to Daypaw. Anxiously, he glanced up at Foxstar. Would he be the mentor of Minkkit, he wondered? Bouncing forward, Minkkit gazed up at Foxstar, chin raised proudly.
“Minkkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Minkpaw. Your mentor will be Shadowheart,” Foxstar announced. Minkpaw let out a squeal delight, and Shadowheart shot him a stern look, although he couldn’t hide the laughter in his eyes. A ripple of amusement passed through the cats watching. Foxstar dipped her head to Shadowheart.
“Shadowheart, you are ready to take on another apprentice. You have completed Silverleaf’s training, and mentored Ravenfeather well during the time she was a warrior apprentice. I expect you to pass on your experience to Minkpaw.”
Nodding in acknowledgment, Shadowheart walked over to touch noses with Minkpaw. Minkpaw trembled with excitement, his eyes bright. I won’t let you down, he vowed silently. As he broke away from his new apprentice, the Clan erupted in cheers.
“Daypaw! Minkpaw! Daypaw! Minkpaw!”
Sandpool made her way through the crowd, coming to nuzzle both of her kits. “I’m so proud of you both.”
“Just watch,” Minkpaw boasted, raising his chin. “I’ll be a great warrior like my father!”
Shadowheart purred. “Perhaps you will.”
Daypaw turned to Yellowsky. “Can we see the territory? Please?”
“I don’t see why not,” the yellow tabby purred. “Would you like to join us, Shadowheart?”
“Oh yes! Can we go? Please Shadowheart?” Minkpaw begged, eyes wide.
Whiskers twitching, Shadowheart nudged Minkpaw playfully. “How can I say no that face?”
Squealing with happiness, the two new apprentices rushed towards the camp entrance. Sandpool let out an exasperated sigh, but her eyes were full of love. “They grow up so quickly,” she murmured.
Shadowheart rested his tail on her shoulder a brief moment. “I’ll keep a close eye on them both.”
“Thank you, Shadowheart,” Sandpool purred, turning and heading off to the fresh-kill pile.
Yellowsky padded alongside Shadowheart as they exited the camp. The forest was lush and green again, spring now fully upon them. Birds chattered in the trees overhead, while squirrels leaped from branch to branch. Taking in the scents of the forest, Shadowheart felt content. While his wound still felt stiff and achy, he was determined to not show it.
He kept a close eye on the two apprentices, who were chasing after each other just up ahead. Yellowsky gave a snort of amusement. “I remember when Ivyfrost and I used to play like that.”
“Hard to believe how long it’s been since we were apprentices,” Shadowheart agreed, feeling nostalgic.
Yellowsky purred, shooting him an amused glance. “You sound just like an old elder!”
Shadowheart huffed. “Not you too!” he complained jokingly. “Firelight teases me about the same thing.”
Laughing, Yellowsky bounded ahead. “Come on, before our apprentices leave us behind!”
Once they reached the river that marked the boundary with ReedClan, Shadowheart called both the apprentices back. Minkpaw approached the pebble shore, dabbing at the water with his fore paws. He let out a shriek of surprise at his coldness, and leaped back, fur bristling.
“It’s cold!”
Laughter from the other side of the river caught Shadowheart’s attention. Flicking his ears up, he felt his hear warm at the sight of Stonetail.
“Whoa! It’s ReedClan cat!” Daypaw exclaimed, running towards the water’s edge.
“Hey fish-breath! Stay on your own side of the border!” Minkpaw yowled.
Shadowheart walked over and cuffed him over the ears. “Hush!” he scolded. “This cat isn’t our enemy.”
“But-” Minkpaw began to protest, but quickly became silent at Shadowheart’s stern glare.
Stonetail splashed into the river, neatly swimming across with ease. As he emerged on the other side, he touched noses to Shadowheart in greeting. “It’s good to see you again,” he purred. “I was worried when I heard you had been injured in the battle.”
Shadowheart licked his chest fur. “I’m okay, I promise,” he quickly flicked his tail to Minkpaw and Daypaw. “I actually want you to meet LeafClan’s newest apprentices.”
Eyes glowing, he looked over the two young cats. “Are they…?”
“I’m Minkpaw!” Minkpaw told him. “And this is my sister, Daypaw! Who are you, anyways?”
Shadowheart gently motioned for them to come forward. “This is Stonetail. He’s ReedClan’s deputy, and my father.”
Daypaw’s eyes widened. “Your father? Does that mean we’re kin?”
Stonetail leaned down to touch her nose with his. “That’s right,” he purred. “It’s nice to finally meet you at last.”
“But how can a ReedClan cat be our kin?” Minkpaw asked, wrinkling his nose at Stonetail’s fishy scent. “We’re LeafClan!”
“It’s…a long story,” Shadowheart explained quickly. “Regardless, he is your grandfather.”
“You are both much like your father,” Stonetail meowed, his eyes glossy with emotion.
Daypaw stepped forward and sniffed at Stonetail curiously. “Do we have other kin in ReedClan too?”
Stonetail licked the top of her head affectionately. “Yes, my brother and his kits. There’s also my mother, Dapplefoot.”
Minkpaw puffed out his chest. “How cool is it to have kin from two different Clans?”
So naive! Shadowheart thought, exchanging a glance with Stonetail. It sounds nice, but it’s really hard; especially when it’s against the code.
Stonetail brushed his muzzle with Shadowheart’s. “I have to get back to my camp now,” he mewed. “It was nice to see you again,” he flicked his tail over Minkpaw’s ears. “And it was nice to meet you two as well.”
Watching his father swim back across the river, he and Yellowsky continued along the path. Minkpaw and Daypaw walked a little ways ahead, happily pouncing on fallen leaves. Keeping a close eye on his young kin, Shadowheart felt his heart warm at the thought of them becoming valuable LeafClan warriors. They will make you proud, Blackflame.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The bright newleaf sun warmed Shadowheart’s pelt as he emerged from the warriors’ den. Giving a nice long stretch, he gazed around camp. It was still early morning, the dawn patrol having just returned. Suppressing a yawn, he headed towards the brambles that made up the apprentices’ den. Peering in, he could make out Minkpaw’s sleeping figure near the back.
“Hey, sleepy-paws!” he called cheerfully. “Time to wake up! We have some hunting to do.”
Minkpaw stirred, a piece of moss on his muzzle. “Wha-?”
Shadowheart gave a snort of amusement. “Training,” he repeated. “Meet me by the fresh-kill pile.”
Leaving the den to let his apprentice to wake up, Shadowheart padded towards the fresh-kill pile. It was pitifully small, only a few mice remained. I’ll eat later, once I’m done hunting with Minkpaw, he decided. As he glanced around camp, he realized very few cats were around. Foxstar had been vigilant about border patrols, in fear of another ambush by the rogues. He had hoped he’d run into Firelight, since the two of them hadn’t patrolled together in quite some time. Shrugging, he sat down and gave himself a quick grooming.
“Hey Shadowheart!” Yellowsky’s voice called from nearby.
Pricking his ears, Shadowheart looked up to see his Clanmate standing near the camp entrance with Daypaw beside her. He gave a tiny purr to see the young apprentice looking as eager as ever to run off into the forest.
Yellowsky padded over to him. “Is Minkpaw awake yet? I was thinking we could take them hunting together.”
Shadowheart gave a nod. “I just woke him a few moments ago,” he answered. “But good idea, I was thinking the same thing.”
Just then, Minkpaw came racing out of the apprentices’ den, skidding to a halt in front of the two warriors. “Sorry!” he panted.
Flicking the scrap of moss that still laid on his muzzle with her tail, Yellowsky gave a tiny purr of amusement. “Let’s go then.”
As Shadowheart followed Yellowsky out of the camp, Minkpaw kept pace beside him. “Where are we going?”
“I was thinking we could try hunting near the PineClan border,” Yellowsky answered him. “I heard from Ivyfrost the other day that there was a new rabbit borrow.”
Daypaw lifted her tail up with excitement. “Rabbit! I hope I catch it!”
“Not if I do first!” Minkpaw challenged, running ahead.
Daypaw gave an indignant yowl, as she chased after him. “Hey! No fair!”
“Don’t go too far ahead!” Shadowheart called after them, worry spiking his pelt.
Yellowsky gave a mrrow of laughter. “I remember when I did that with Ivyfrost,” she purred. “It feels so long ago now.”
Shadowheart gave a tiny purr. Despite everything going on, it felt good to relax with his Clanmates like this. Although he knew it wouldn’t last. Hawk and his rogues hung over all the Clans like a thick fog. He winced when he remembered how the last battle was; when the Clans had launched an ambush on the gorge. Shadowheart had been certain the Clans would win that battle. However, they had been heavily mistaken—and Shadowheart shuddered as he remembered almost dying from his wounds. Will we ever be free of them? He wasn’t sure how long this could go on. Something had to be done, but how could they kill a cat that seemed impossible to kill?
Shaking himself, Shadowheart brought himself out of the gloomy thoughts. There was nothing he could do about Hawk right now, and the best thing he could do was provide for the Clan.
Catching up to the two apprentices, Shadowheart sniffed around for any scent trails. He tracked the trail of a mouse in some nearby bracken, and quickly motioned with his tail for the others to be quiet. Minkpaw and Daypaw quickly stopped their play-fight, and padded over to him.
“What do you scent?” Yellowsky prompted them quietly.
Shadowheart turned his gaze on them, awaiting their replies. Daypaw’s expression grew serious, and she closed her eyes as she scented the air. Minkpaw was less calm, enthusiastically sniffing the ground loudly.
Daypaw replied first. “Mouse!”
“Good job,” Shadowheart praised her. “Now that we have the scent, what do we do next?”
Minkpaw looked up, eyes bright. “Oh! I know! We figure out if we’re downwind or not.”
Yellowsky nodded. “Yes, that’s correct,” she purred. “Now, which are we?”
Both apprentices got quiet, clearly thinking hard. Shadowheart angled his ears, listening for any other prey nearby. After a few moments, Daypaw spoke up first.
“I think we’re downwind,” she mewed thoughtfully. “The breeze is blowing our way, right?”
Shadowheart nodded, feeling a glimmer of pride in his kin. “That’s right, which means now it’s time to catch that mouse.”
Minkpaw gave an excited skip, and was about to charge ahead until Yellowsky barred the way with her tail. She sighed. “You can’t expect to catch prey by charging in after them.”
“Yeah, mouse-brain,” Daypaw muttered.
Shadowheart flicked Daypaw with his tail, shooting her a sharp glance. He then looked at his apprentice. “Alright, I spotted the mouse just under that clump of bracken. Minkpaw, do you remember the hunting crouch I taught you?”
Minkpaw nodded. “Yup! It’s like this, right?” He quickly dropped down close the ground, placing his feet lightly as he had been taught. His haunches were low, and his tail was just above the ground.
“Good,” Shadowheart murmured, leaning down near him. “Now, see if you can spot the mouse.”
Minkpaw flattened his ears in focus, and he quietly stalked ahead. His tail shot up in excitement upon seeing the mouse nibbling on a seed just a few tail-lengths in front of them. With a glance at him, Shadowheart gave an encouraging nod. Wiggling his hindquarters, he quickly leaped. The mouse let out a squeak of alarm, running towards the bracken, but Minkpaw was quicker. He blocked off its’ path and quickly pinned it to the ground with a killing bite.
“Nicely done!” Shadowheart praised, padding over to him.
Daypaw looked up at her mentor, kneading the ground with impatience. “Can I try now?”
Yellowsky gave her apprentice an affectionate nudge. “Of course,” she mewed. “Let’s see if we can find that rabbit borrow Ivyfrost mentioned.”
Happily, the dark ginger tabby she-cat quickly bounced alongside Yellowsky as they searched. Minkpaw looked up at Shadowheart expectantly.
“Where should I put the mouse?”
Shadowheart angled his ears near a bramble bush. “Bury it right over there, we’ll come back for it later.”
Quickly burying the mouse under the bush, Minkpaw turned towards him, silver eyes bright. “Where now?”
“Let’s try going near the foggy ravine,” Shadowheart decided. “There’s an oak tree there that mice often like to nibble seeds under.”
“Okay!” Minkpaw chirped enthusiastically.
Leading the way, Shadowheart padded quietly beside his apprentice. A strange, yet familiar scent, wafted into his nose, and he was focused on remembering the smell. What is that scent? It smells so familiar, yet…
Quickly coming to a halt, he put his tail out in front of Minkpaw. Hackles rising, he could hear the sounds of undergrowth swishing. There was something here! Minkpaw gave him a confused look. Shadowheart shot him with a stern look, enough to keep his rambunctious nephew from bounding ahead.
Creeping forward, the scent grew even stronger. Heart pounding heavily in his chest, Shadowheart silently stalked forward. A gray tail whisked above the brambles, and instantly, Shadowheart felt his blood turn to ice. Another cat! The scent was not any of his Clanmates, or of any Clan that he remembered. Growling he leaped onto the intruder, grappling the cat with his claws. The stranger let out a screech of fear, and struggled to get away from him. Wrestling with the intruder, he quickly pinned them under his paws. Breathing heavily, he looked down to see who had dared to trespass onto LeafClan territory.
His heart froze. He knew this cat. The gray and cream tortoiseshell fur was painfully familiar.
“Lily!”
Chapter Thirty-SixShadowheart stared down at rogue queen in disbelief. Lily trembled under his paws, her eyes shut tight. Upon hearing her name, she opened her eyes. Suddenly, the older she-cat was relaxed, her eyes wide with relief.
“Shadowheart!” she gasped, struggling to her paws as Shadowheart let her up. “Oh, am I so glad it’s you!”
Minkpaw crawled out from under the bramble bush, his fur bristling with suspicion. “A rogue! Let’s get her!”
The brown apprentice went to pounce, but Shadowheart quickly knocked him aside with his paw. Minkpaw let out a confused hiss, staring at his mentor in disbelief. Lily watched the two cats, her silver eyes wide.
“No,” Shadowheart told Minkpaw firmly. “This is Lily. She wouldn’t harm any cat.” He turned his gaze back to his foster mother, shocked by how scrawny she looked. Her normally soft and neatly groomed fur was matted and unkempt. Ribs protruded from her sides, and her eye sockets were hollow. Just what had been going on back at the gorge for her to have gotten this way? Shadowheart walked over and gently pressed his muzzle to hers.
“It’s good to see you,” he murmured. “But, why are you here? What happened?”
Lily began to tremble again, flattening her ears. “It’s terrible, Shadowheart!” She took a deep breath to steady herself. “I-I had to see you. I had to warn you of the danger!”
Before Shadowheart could question her further, Yellowsky and Daypaw were headed their way carrying prey. Daypaw’s eyes widened upon seeing Lily, while Yellowsky dropped her prey with a low growl. Crouching in fear, Lily pressed close to him.
“What’s going on?” Yellowsky demanded, her gaze wary and suspicious.
Minkpaw ran up to the golden tabby. “Shadowheart caught her sneaking through our territory!”
“Did he now?” Yellowsky’s piercing amber gaze didn’t leave Shadowheart’s. “Who is she?”
Bristling with indignation at his Clanmate’s accusative tone towards him, Shadowheart laid his tail protectively across Lily’s shoulders. “This is Lily,” he explained. “She raised me back in the gorge. She said our Clan is in danger.”
Yellowsky’s gaze flitted to Lily, who was still crouched in fear. “Why would she bother to warn us? She belongs to the rogues.”
Lily trembled, sitting up a little. “You don’t understand,” she mewed desperately. “The gorge isn’t the place I used to call home. So much has changed…”
Pity clutched at Shadowheart’s heart. The cat he had called his mother, was always so gentle and caring. It didn’t surprise him that the violence and harsh way of the rogues’ had finally gotten the best of her. By the looks of it, the life hadn’t been suiting her well either.
As Lily went to step forward, she let out a hiss of pain and crumpled to the ground. Shadowheart quickly jumped to her side. At first glance, he hadn’t noticed Lily was covered in scratches and bite marks. The worst injury, one particular bite wound, still raw and red, was across her front leg.
“We need to get her back to camp,” Shadowheart decided, turning his gaze to Yellowsky. “She needs a medicine cat.”
Yellowsky narrowed her eyes, clearly debating on whether or not to protest. After a few tense moments, she gave a grunt. “Fine. But, you will be the one to explain to Foxstar why we’ve brought an enemy into the Clan.”
Pointedly, she scooped her sparrow up and turned away. She motioned for Daypaw to follow her, and led the way back to camp. Lily looked up at Shadowheart with pleading eyes. Blinking at her with reassurance, Shadowheart nudged her to her paws.
“Don’t worry,” he mewed softly to his foster mother. “No cat is going to hurt you. I won’t let them.”
Minkpaw sniffed at Lily, wrinkling his noise at the strange scent. “She smells!”
Glaring at his nephew, Lily just gave a soft purr. “I’m sure I do,” she replied, blinking warmly at the brown apprentice. “You must be an apprentice,” she guessed. “I recall Shadowheart telling me a little bit about the way the Clans are.”
“Why would he do that?” Minkpaw asked, eyes wide. “He’s a warrior!”
Stiffening awkwardly, Shadowheart hadn’t really wanted to discuss his past with his young kin. “It’s a long story,” he grunted. “Right now, you can make yourself useful and dig up that mouse you caught so we can head back.”
Opening his mouth to protest, Minkpaw clearly thought the better of it and stomped off to pick up his catch. Shadowheart gave a sigh. He felt guilty about being short with his apprentice, but it was best not to explain his difficult relationship with the rogues now.
Lily was pressed close to his side now, using him to support her weight as they walked ahead. Minkpaw met them a little ways up, the mouse dangling from his jaws. As the three cats slowly made their way back to camp, Shadowheart could feel the anxiety roll off Lily’s pelt in fierce waves. It was obvious that whatever Lily had come to warn him about, it was more serious than he imagined. Growing up, Lily had never left the gorge. Not once. It had to be something horrendous to make his foster mother run away from the gorge, and towards the rogues bitterest enemies.
The camp entrance was just ahead, and Shadowheart nodded for Minkpaw to go ahead first. He fixed his gaze on Lily, letting her catch her breath as she sat down.
“Are you well enough to go into camp?” he asked, concern edging his mew.
Lily nodded breathlessly, flexing her claws to steady herself as she stood again. “I-I have too,” she mewed, barely a whisper. “Lives depend on it.”
Admiring her courage, Shadowheart licked her ear gently. “I’ll be right here beside you, I promise.”
Gazing at him with love, Lily turned and limped beside him as they emerged into camp. Cats had already gathered, clearly hearing the news from Yellowsky. Foxstar was waiting on the Highoak, her narrowed gaze unreadable. Collapsing once they stopped, Lily panted heavily while Shadowheart sniffed at her pelt worriedly. He looked around anxiously, hoping to catch sight of Pinefrost or Ravenfeather nearby. Firelight, who had emerged from the warriors’ den, caught his eye questioningly. He shook his head. He would explain everything once he spoke to Foxstar.
Gazing up at his leader, he could see she was waiting to hear what was going on. Twitching her tail irritably, the ginger she-cat flicked her ears at him to speak.
“Foxstar,” he began, making sure to keep close to Lily. “I found her on the PineClan border. She said there was urgent news the Clans must know.”
Amber eyes cold, Foxstar stared at Lily with hostility. “And why should we trust the word of a rogue?”
“Send her back!”
“She can’t be trusted!”
“She’s been sent to spy!”
The angry and suspicious yowls of his Clanmates’ rang throughout the clearing. It wasn’t until Foxstar waved her tail, that the hisses had died down at last. Lily seemed scarcely aware of them, her breathing shallow and eyes drooping with exhaustion and pain.
“She can be trusted!” Shadowheart pleaded for them to understand. “She raised me! She would never hurt the Clan that I belong to!”
“That’s it? That’s all we’ve got to go on?” growled Lionclaw, from underneath the HighOak. “Those rogues may have raised you Shadowheart, but they aren’t Clan cats.”
Alderleaf, the Clan deputy, sat beside him, eyes dark. Murmurs spread through the gathered cats, all clearly agreeing with the golden warrior. One voice spoke out then, and Shadowheart saw that Silverleaf had gotten to his paws.
“Isn’t it because Shadowheart was raised by the rogues, that he would know who was trustworthy?”
Hollycloud came to stand beside her son. “Silverleaf is right,” she agreed. “Shadowheart has proven himself to be a good and trustworthy warrior. My mate, Sagepelt, mentored him as well. Would any cat here be as bold enough to assume otherwise?” she challenged.
“No!” Firelight jumped to her paws, nodding in agreement. “Shadowheart would never let a dangerous cat stay here in the Clan with us!”
Pinefrost, who had emerged from her den, made her way over to Lily. “Foxstar, this cat is needs treatment. Please, let me bring her to my den.”
Foxstar pondered this for a moment, before finally giving a wave of her tail. “Very well,” she conceded. “However this doesn’t mean I have accepted a rogue into our ranks. She will stay under watch until she is well enough.”
Shadowheart nodded stiffly. “Thank you, Foxstar.”
Lily’s glazed over eyes turned to look at Pinefrost, who was sniffing at her pelt. “...Pine?” she breathed.
“Yes, it’s Pinefrost now,” the medicine cat answered gently. “Come now, I’m going to get your wounds treated.”
Nudging Lily to her paws, Pinefrost carefully led her over to her den. The rest of the Clan watched in silence, clearly divided on what they thought to do. Foxstar stood up on the HighOak, her eyes narrowed. “Until our guest is well enough, the Clan will keep quiet about her to the other Clans.”
“You suggest that we should lie? Just how shameful is our Clan going to become?” the elder, Frosttail, hissed in disbelief from the back of the crowd.
Foxstar fixed her with a glare. “It is best the other Clans don’t know about us harboring one of the rogues in our camp,” she growled. “Until I know what to do with her, that is my decision. This gathering is over.”
As Foxstar descended from the HighOak, she waved her tail at Shadowheart for him to follow her into her den. Alderleaf joined beside him, and together, the three cats gathered in the small sandy cave.
“You said this rogue had news for us,” Foxstar meowed, crouched in her nest. “Do you know what that is?”
Shadowheart shook his head, frustrated. “No. I wasn’t able to really get anything out of her before bringing her back to camp.”
“What do you think?” Foxstar turned her amber gaze on her deputy.
Alderleaf looked thoughtful. “In her state, I think she may be telling the truth. And if she was the one who had raised Shadowheart, surely she could mean no harm?”
“Lily was the only mother I had,” Shadowheart added, digging his claws into the sandy floor. “She loved me and Cinder like we were her own! I know she wouldn’t come all the way here to cause trouble. Please Foxstar, just let me talk to her!”
Foxstar narrowed her eyes. “Do you think your judgment is clear?” she challenged quietly. “You say this cat raised you, does that not cloud your loyalties?”
Shadowheart stared at his leader is disbelief. Did Foxstar really just question where his loyalties lay? Forcing his fur to keep flat, he fought to keep the anger out of his voice.
“My loyalty will always be to LeafClan,” he growled. “I will not do anything to put our Clan in any more danger than it already is. However, I’m not going to turn my back on the cat that I always called my mother either.”
The den was quiet. A tense silence filled the air, and Shadowheart felt his heart was burst out of his chest from the tension. Finally, Foxstar sat up straight, her eyes thoughtful.
“Very well,” she decided at last. “While she recovers, I want you to see why she was in our territory. And I also want you to squeeze any information you can out of her regarding the rogues and their camp.”
Relieved that Foxstar seemed willing enough to trust him, Shadowheart nodded. “I will,” he promised.
Alderleaf still seemed worried however, his tail flicking nervously. “What if they come looking for their lost campmate?”
Foxstar growled, revealing sharp fangs. “Then we fight. The rogues will not defeat us, no matter what they think,” she turned to Shadowheart. “Go on. There are things I must discuss with my deputy.”
Grateful to be away from his leader, Shadowheart dipped his head and hurried out of the den. Firelight was sitting nearby, clearly waiting for him to emerge. Her fur rippled nervously as she met his gaze.
“What did Foxstar say?” she asked instantly, padding up to him.
Shadowheart sighed. “She’s willing to keep Lily in our camp. She’s hoping I can get information about the rogues out of her.”
Firelight’s eyes brightened at the prospect. “That’s brilliant! She can give us the edge on defeating Hawk!”
“Will any cat trust her word though?” he asked bitterly. Or mine? Shadowheart hadn’t forgotten the hostility and suspicious gazes from his Clanmates’ when he brought Lily into camp. Despite everything, all it did was open an old wound from when he was a young apprentice. Not only raised by rogues, he was also half-Clan. Shadowheart could understand why any cat would be ready to cast suspicion on him.
“Shadowheart, don’t take what the others’ said too personally,” Firelight told him, flicking her tail across his muzzle as she turned to head off. “It’s a tough time on the Clans right now. Everything will work out, knowing you.”
Shadowheart watched his friend walk off towards the fresh-kill pile. Despite her reassurance, Shadowheart wasn’t sure if she was right. Would he always have to work to prove his place in LeafClan? Or was being raised by the enemy always going to hang over him like a dark cloud?
Chapter Thirty-SevenShadowheart sat at the edge of camp, watching the Clan mill around with their duties for the evening. He flexed his claws anxiously, eager to speak with Lily and find out what the rogues were planning. Pinefrost had treated the rogue queen’s wounds, and Lily had been sound asleep since. Now it was just a waiting game for everyone involved, and Shadowheart itched with frustration at not being able to do anything but wait for his foster mother to awaken.
In spite of the tension surrounding the Clan, the camp carried on as normal. Redfur, and Foxstar’s kits were busily chasing each other around near the nursery; Softstep’s smaller kits looking on with wide eyes. Bluepaw, Dapplepaw, and Daypaw were busy showing off their battle moves outside the apprentices’ den, Minkpaw looking on from where he ate a thrush. Foxstar was at the base of the HighOak, Lionclaw and Alderleaf in deep discussion with her. Nettleleaf, Frosttail, and Timberfall were outside the elders’ den, and Shadowheart felt a startled at just how fragile Timberfall looked.
It was no secret that the older warrior had retired from a mysterious illness, but it was even more apparent now just how bad that illness was. He was gaunt and shaky on his paws, and his eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain. His pelt seemed to be simply hanging off his bony frame. Nettleleaf gently guided him to a warm patch of sunlight, her eyes deep with concern for her denmate.
“I’ve tried all the herbs I can think of,” Pinefrost’s voice startled Shadowheart. He looked behind him to see sadness shadow his friend’s green gaze. “He’s in the paws of StarClan now. It’s a shame he will probably not see his new litter grow up.”
Shadowheart murmured quiet agreement. He looked towards the hollow log that made up the medicine cat den. “How is Lily?”
Pinefrost sat down, curling her tail neatly around her white paws. “She’s sleeping peacefully now,” she told him. “I treated her wounds with some poultices, and gave her poppy seeds for the pain and shock. Whatever happened, it was clear some cat wanted her dead.”
A chill ran down Shadowheart’s spine. “Who would want to kill her?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock. A sense of anger burned in the pit of his stomach. Lily was a kind and loving cat, and had raised him and Cinder with nothing but that. How could his sister allow the cat they considered their mother get in this condition? She let Blackflame die, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, he reminded himself bitterly.
“I don’t know,” Pinefrost’s quiet mew brought him out of his brooding. “I’m just glad she made it here safely. Who knows just how bad it has gotten back at the gorge?”
Shadowheart met his friend’s gaze. “You’re worried about your parents and Leaf, aren’t you?”
Pinefrost’s eyes flashed with a small trace of guilt, but it quickly faded. She scuffed her paws a bit. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she defended herself. “No matter what happens, they are still my kin. I may be loyal to LeafClan now, but I could never just forget about them.”
Her words struck a cord with Shadowheart. He knew just how his friend felt, with a father in another Clan and his sister back in the gorge with the rogues. If anything, Shadowheart had learned just how hard it was to not have divided loyalties when it came to the cats he cared most about. For once, he was grateful for the rogues. If they had not driven Lily to the Clan’s, he may have went the rest of his life without seeing her. Now more than ever, he felt tugged towards the medicine cat den. He needed to see Lily, the cat who had raised and loved him. Even though she had not been his mother by birth, she was the only mother he truly knew or had. With the threat of the rogues hanging heavily over them, he urgently had the need to protect her from any more harm.
“Can I go see her?” he found himself asking Pinefrost. “I know she’s sleeping, but I just want to be beside her. I...I’ve missed her.”
Pinefrost got to her paws. “I don’t see what harm it would do,” she answered, glancing at her den. “Just make sure you don’t wake her up. She’s had a rough few days, I’d venture.”
Mewing in quiet agreement, Shadowheart stood and headed into the medicine cat den. Lily was in a nest near the back of the hollow log, her breathing steady as she slept. Padding quietly over to her, he curled around her body, careful not to wake her. Resting his head gently on her flank, he breathed in her familiar and comforting scent. Memories of his kit-hood came flooding back, lulling Shadowheart into a peaceful sleep.
When Shadowheart awoke, it was dark. Moonlight filtered in through the den from a tiny hole in the roof. Across the den, he saw the sleeping bodies of Ravenfeather and Pinefrost in their own nests. Lily was awake now, her eyes staring at the entrance of the den. Feeling Shadowheart stir, she craned her head to the side to look at him.
“You’re awake,” Shadowheart mewed quietly, sitting up, blinking sleep from his eyes. “How do you feel?”
Lily purred softly, blinking warmly at him. “Much better. Pine- I mean, Pinefrost, has become such a calm and talented cat. Who knew the plants from the forest could do so much to help?”
Shadowheart gave a tiny nod. “She has definitely found her place here,” he agreed quietly. “Bringing her to LeafClan was the best thing for her.”
“It seems to have been the best thing for you, as well,” Lily murmured, looking ahead. “I can see how much you fit here, in the Clans. You were never meant to be a rogue, and I’m so sorry Hawk robbed you of your true home for so long.”
Pressing his muzzle to hers, he gazed into her eyes. “You don’t ever have to apologize for what Hawk has done. I may not have known my birth mother, but I didn’t need to. You were the best mother I could have ever asked for.”
Eyes glistening with emotion, Lily closed them and trembled a bit. “Thank you,” she breathed softly.
Nuzzling Lily, Shadowheart let out a gentle purr. It felt good to be alone with his foster mother after all this time apart from her. While he had learned about who his mother was, and met Silversky in StarClan, she wasn’t the cat who had raised and loved him. Shadowheart knew she would have, had she not been forced to her death, but that didn’t replace or change what Lily meant to him either. Relishing in the few moments of contentment, he pulled away his muzzle at last.
“What are you going to do now?” he dared to ask, worried that bringing up Hawk would upset her.
Lily opened her eyes, and let out a deep sigh. “I’m not sure,” she admitted softly. “I fled here to your home, because of what Hawk plans to do. I didn’t think any further than just getting here safely.”
He looked at her wounds, still covered in poultices and cobwebs, and felt the familiar stir of anger. Swallowing it down, he stared at her. “What happened?”
Shuddering, Lily squeezed her eyes shut tight. Shadowheart worried that it would be too much for her to answer, but after a few moments, she opened her eyes again. The moonlight made her silver eyes glow, and she seemed to burn with a surge of confidence Shadowheart had never seen before.
“I overheard Hawk telling Dune and a few other of the rogues his plans,” she began, flattening her ears. “He plans to attack the Clans when you are all gathered in some ravine during the full moon. He said you would be more vulnerable there, since it’s so open and it won’t be the entire Clan. He also plans to send a group of some of his more vicious rogues to attack that moorland camp, since their leader won’t be there to protect them.”
Cold dread shot through Shadowheart’s body as he listened. Just how long has he been planning this ambush? Shadowheart shuddered at the amount of casualties this battle would have caused if the Clans were unprepared. Gulping, he forced himself to remain quiet as Lily went on.
“During the fight, he intends to have multiple rogues ambush and single out the healers of the Clans. He said that without them, the Clans wouldn’t have any cat to help treat the wounded. Once they were dead, he planned to focus on the warriors, so they couldn’t protect their leaders. Oh Shadowheart,” Lily’s eyes were wide with distress. “It was horrible! I was so stunned to hear just how cold and calculated Hawk was when he discussed these terribly wretched plans!” she trembled and let out a tiny, fearful, wail.
“When he saw that I had overhead, he accused me of spying! He said I was probably going to ruin his plans and go and warn you. I tried to persuade him that I wasn’t going to do anything like that, but he didn’t believe me!” she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “He attacked me, and that’s how I have all these wounds. I was just barely able to escape, because Cinder had overheard all the noise and intervened. If it weren’t for her, I probably would have been killed!”
Shadowheart growled, furious that Hawk would go as low as to attack his own mate—the cat who had been beside him all these moons, and did whatever she could to make him happy. Digging his claws into the mossy floor, he gave a lash of his tail. “What a fox-heart!” he whispered to her angrily, as to not wake his Clanmates. “This plan of his, did he say how soon it would be?”
Lily frowned, trembling. “He said the next full moon,” she answered, sitting up in her nest. “That’s only a quarter moon away though! How could the Clans possibly prepare for that?”
“They will have to,” replied Shadowheart grimly. He touched his nose to her ear. “Get some more rest. I need to go and tell Foxstar about this. The sooner we can prepare, the better.”
Licking his cheek, Lily nuzzled him. “Do your best,” she murmured. “I will always be beside you, no matter what.”
Blinking warmly at her, Shadowheart hurried out of the den. The camp was deserted, everyone asleep in their nests. The moon hung low in the night sky—a waxing gibbous—reminding Shadowheart just how little time they had to prepare for this battle. He rushed towards the HighOak, peering through the lichen into Foxstar’s den.
“Foxstar!” he called quietly. When she didn’t answer, he hissed her name a bit louder. “Foxstar!”
A stirring in the den, followed by an annoyed growl, told Shadowheart that he had awoken his leader. He didn’t wait to be invited inside. Quickly he slipped into the den, watching as Foxstar lifted her muzzle to look crossly at him.
“Shadowheart, it’s the middle of the night!” she hissed. “What in the name of StarClan are you doing waking me?”
He didn’t have time to worry about offending his leader. This was more urgent. “Lily told me what Hawk is planning. I decided it couldn’t wait until morning.”
Shifting in her nest, he could see Foxstar’s attitude quickly change from irritation, to that of wariness and curiosity.
“Well?” she prompted, her green eyes glowing in the darkness. “What did she say?”
Quickly, Shadowheart explained what happened. How Lily had overheard Hawk’s plan, and his attempt to silence her. And how Hawk had planned to ambush the Clan’s at the next gathering, while also slaughtering all of BreezeClan during the attack. Foxstar gazed at him as he told her, her expression full of horror. She sat up in her nest, fur fluffed out and bristling as he finished telling her.
“Great StarClan,” she breathed at last. Seeming to shake off the shock, the ginger she-cat jumped to her paws. “We need to tell the Clan. I also need to send warriors to the other Clans. Shadowheart, I’ll need you to take a patrol to ReedClan. I feel like they are most likely to listen to you if you went.”
Nodding in understanding, Shadowheart followed his leader out of her den. “I’ll go wherever you need me to.”
Blinking gratefully at him, Foxstar climbed onto the HighOak and let out a loud yowl. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the HighOak for a Clan meeting!”
Shadowheart paced at the base of the HighOak, watching as his Clanmates stumbled out of their nests in confusion. Snowfoot, and Rainfall—who Shadowheart had guessed was on night watch outside the camp—came rushing through the hollow log with wide eyes. Shadowheart caught Firelight’s eye as she gazed at him questioningly from the throng of cats. Foxstar stood on the HighOak, her eyes blazing as she gazed at her gathered Clan.
“What is the meaning of this?” came the cranky mew of Frosttail, fixing Foxstar with a glare. “It’s the middle of the night, for StarClan’s sake!”
Multiple cats murmured their agreement, fur ruffled from being awoken abruptly. Foxstar raised her tail for silence.
“I assure you,” she began sharply. “That I wouldn’t call a meeting this late if it wasn’t important.”
“Spit it out then!” Shadowheart heard the grumble from Brownclaw, the warriors’ light brown fur rippling with annoyance.
Glancing towards the medicine cat den, Shadowheart saw the pale tortoiseshell fur of Lily’s flash at the entrance. Pinefrost and Ravenfeather were beside her, their eyes wide with worry. As he met lily’s steady silver gaze, he gave a tiny nod. He turned his attention back towards Foxstar, waiting for her to deliver the news of the upcoming battle.
“Our guest has finally shared what she knows,” Foxstar started, giving a tiny nod to Lily. “And it will change everything as we know now. Hawk and his rogues plans have reached a final conclusion, one that endangers us all,” as she spoke, the camp grew silent. Pelts bristled with unease as she went on. “In a quarter moon, when the moon is full and we gather with the other Clans, Hawk intends to ambush us. It will be a full on attack while we are all exposed and vulnerable. No doubt Hawk planned the attack knowing this. The first cats he intends to attack our of medicine cats,” Shadowheart saw Ravenfeather and Pinefrost bristle with horror, and Ravenfeather let out a tiny whimper that she cut off as Foxstar continued. “We no longer can deny the inevitable. The final battle is upon us, and we must fight with everything we have left. I will be sending patrols to every Clan, to warn them of the danger. I intend to work with the other Clans, so long as their leaders agree.”
The camp erupted into chorus of fear, anger, and worry. Shadowheart watched his Clan with wide eyes, knowing just how much the shock of this news brought them all. Firelight ran over and she pressed herself to his side. Grateful for her silent support, he waited for the clamor to die down once Foxstar called for order.
“I will be sending Shadowheart, Dawnrise, and Larkflight to ReedClan,” Foxstar called out. “Firelight, Batwing, and Sandpool will travel to PineClan. Lastly, I’ll have Yellowsky, Hollycloud, and Tigerfrost head to BreezeClan.”
Foxstar lifted her muzzle, eyes full of traces of fear as she addressed the Clan. “The rest of you are to get as much rest as you can,” she ordered. With a deep breath, she gazed up at the night sky. “May StarClan guide us all.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Coming soon!
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:16:44 GMT -5
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:17:35 GMT -5
Owlmoon~
Tuesday
Pyropelt
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Gray Pool
Total Fans: 5
Trivia #1: Shadowheart's warrior name was originally meant to be Shadowrunner. While Firelight's was originally Firestorm.
Trivia #2: Firelight was named after her mother, Goldenfire. The Fire- prefix being used in honor of her.
Trivia #3: The two main characters for the next arc will be called Frostpaw, Sunpaw, and Rosekit. Who they are and what Clan(s) they are in will not be revealed at this time.
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:18:02 GMT -5
 *Full Clan Allegiances are here*
BreezeClanLeader: Skystar- Lean, well-muscled, silver tabby tom with light green eyes.
Deputy: Ashheart- Gray (with darker flecks) she-cat with blue eyes.
Medicine Cat: Dustpool- Light gray-and-white she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Sootfur (Dark gray tom with blue eyes)
Warriors:
Hareleap- Light brown tabby tom with blue eyes
Wolfpounce- Dark gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes.
Ryefur- Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Apprentice: Loudpaw
Windripple- Silver-and-white she-cat with blue eyes
Gorsetail- Black tom with white splotches. Has green eyes
Shortstalk- Short legged, gray she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice: Cinderpaw
Flintpath- Light gray she-cat with brown eyes.
Grassrunner- Lithe black she-cat with green eyes.
Brooksong- Gray-and-white she-cat with amber eyes
Barkwhisker- Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Needlestrike- Ginger-and-white she-cat with amber eyes
Molechaser- Black she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice: Talonpaw
Shrewfang- Brown-and-white tom with yellow eyes
Birdfeather- Small ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
Wrencloud- White-and-ginger she-cat with amber eyes
Hawktuft- Dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Snowflower- White she-cat with blue eyes
Cloudsplash- Fluffy white-and-gray tom with green eyes
Apprentices:
Cinderpaw- Speckled dark gray she-cat with amber eyes.
Loudpaw- Sandy brown tabby tom with blue eyes.
Talonpaw- Dark brown tom with green eyes.
Queens:
Heathercloud- Golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes. (Mate to Ryefur. Mother to Specklekit, and Deerkit.)
Rabbitnose- White she-cat with silver eyes. (Mate to Barkwhisker. Mother to Stoatkit, Starlingkit.)
Elders:
Wingtuft- Ginger tabby tom with white tufts of fur. Has blue eyes
Cherryleaf- Reddish brown she-cat with yellow eyes
PineClan
Leader: Blackstar- Jet black, lithe she-cat with bright amber eyes
Deputy: Ravenwing- Black tabby tom with yellow eyes
Medicine Cat: Krestelsong- Calico she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice: Frostpaw
Warriors:
Oakpelt- Dark brown tom with green eyes
Leafdapple- Tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes
Lizardtail- Light brown tabby tom with a thin tail. Has amber eyes.
Whitesong- Fluffy white she-cat with green eyes.
Tawnyheart- Golden dappled she-cat with amber eyes.
Beetlenose- Gray tabby tom with yellow eyes.
Grassfur- Fluffy golden tabby she-cat with silver eyes
Sunheart- Ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
Darkfoot- White tom with dark gray front paws. Has blue eyes
Rivershine- Blue gray she-cat with white paws. Has blue eyes.
Featherstep- Gray-and-white tom with amber eyes
Badgerclaw- Black-and-white tom with yellow eyes
Rocknose- Dark gray-and-white tom with blue eyes
Apprentice: Lilypaw
Mossburr- Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes
Apprentice: Marshpaw
Sleetstripe- Silver-and-white tabby tom with amber eyes
Apprentice: Toadpaw
Apprentices:
Frostpaw- Fluffy white tom with green eyes
Marshpaw- Mottled brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Toadpaw- Brown-and-white tabby tom with blue eyes
Lilypaw- White she-cat with silver eyes
Queens:
Spiderstrike- Black she-cat with a white tail tip. Has yellow eyes (Mate to Featherstep. Mother to Russetkit, Ratkit, and Adderkit.)
Mothstream- Silver tabby she-cat with brown eyes
(Mate to Badgerclaw.)
Elders:
Flowerfall- Small tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes
Nightwing- Black tom with silver eyes
ReedClan
Leader: Icestar- Large, long-haired, albino tom with red eyes
Deputy: Stonetail- Large dark gray tabby tom with bright blue eyes
Medicine Cat: Littletail- Fluffy cream-furred she-cat with a short tail. Has brown eyes
Apprentice: Waterpaw
Warriors:
Minnowstripe- Silver furred tom with amber eyes
Mistybreeze- Blue-gray she-cat with white paws. Has green eyes.
Willowcloud- Cream furred she-cat with yellow eyes
Pebblefoot- Gray she-cat with dark gray paws. Has green eyes
Mosspool- Brown-and-white she-cat with blue eyes
Ripplefeather- Black-and-white tom with green eyes
Shinepelt- Ginger-and-white she-cat with amber eyes.
Shimmerfur- Glossy black she-cat with blue eyes.
Splashfur- White she-cat with ginger patches. Has green eyes
Troutleap- Dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Pikeskip- Black-and-white tom with amber eyes
Streamwatcher- Small black tom with yellow eyes
Apprentice: Rockpaw
Lakefrost- Brown tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice: Duckpaw
Riversong- Silver tabby tom with blue eyes
Apprentice: Leappaw
Frogsplash- Dark mottled gray tom with green eyes
Lilysky- Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with brown eyes
Stormshade- Blue-gray tabby she-cat with silver eyes
Apprentices:
Duckpaw- Soft-furred fluffy black she-cat with blue eyes
Leappaw- Light brown tom with yellow eyes
Rockpaw- Big-pawed dark blue-gray tom with green eyes
Waterpaw- Small sandy ginger tabby she-cat with brown eyes
Queens:
Mudspeck- White she-cat with brown splotches. Has blue eyes (Mate to Pikeskip. Mother to Lightkit, Otterkit, and Perchkit.)
Elders:
Dapplefoot- Calico she-cat with speckled paws. Has yellow eyes
Twigfur- Brown tom with scruffy fur. Has blue eyes
Updated Clan Allegiances *SPOILERS*
LeafClan
Leader: Foxstar- Dark ginger-and-white she-cat with amber eyes.
Deputy: Alderleaf- Dark ginger tabby tom with white front paws. Has green eyes.
Medicine Cat: Pinefrost- Russet-furred she-cat with white paws. Has green eyes
Apprentice: Ravenfeather (Small black she-cat with amber eyes.)
Warriors:
Dawnrise- Dappled ginger she-cat with long soft fur. Has amber eyes.
Hollycloud- Long-haired black she-cat with green eyes.
Amberfur- Tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes.
Lionclaw- Thick-furred, golden tabby tom with amber eyes.
Rainfall- Dark gray tabby tom with silver eyes.
Yellowsky- Golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Daypaw
Ivyfrost- Black she-cat with white paws. Has yellow eyes.
Firelight- Small ginger tabby she-cat, with white paws and chest tuft. Has dark blue eyes.
Shadowheart- Mottled gray tabby tom with white paws. Has dark gray ear tips, and flecked pelt. Has bright blue eyes.
Apprentice: Minkpaw
Snowfoot- Dark gray tom with one white paw. Has blue eyes.
Sandpool- Pale ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Brownclaw- Light brown tom with dark brown paws. Has yellow eyes.
Silverleaf- Silver tabby tom with green eyes.
Larkflight- White tom with ginger tabby splotches. Has blue eyes.
Sparrowsong- Fluffy brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Tigerfrost- Dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes.
Apprentice: Dapplepaw
Lynxfang- Sandy spotted tabby she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Bluepaw
Mouseleap- Light gray tom with blue eyes.
Voletail- Cream-furred tom with a long, thin, tail. Has green eyes.
Batwing- Dark gray-and-white she-cat with large ears. Has yellow eyes.
Apprentices:
Bluepaw- Blue-gray she-cat with silver eyes.
Dapplepaw- Tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with green eyes.
Minkpaw- Brown tom with a white chin, and white chest tuft. Has yellow eyes.
Daypaw- Dark ginger tabby she-cat with silver eyes.
Queens:
Redfur- Calico she-cat with brown eyes. (Mate to Larkflight. Mother to Sparkkit, Fernkit, and Honeykit. Currently helping Foxstar raise her three kits—Nutkit, Poppykit, and Mintkit.)
Softstep- Small gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes. (Mate to Timberfall. Mother to Twigkit, Acornkit, Shrikekit, and Tansykit.)
Elders:
Frosttail- Black she-cat with a white tail tip, and chest tuft. Has yellow eyes.
Nettleleaf- Dusty brown she-cat with green eyes. Retired early due to leg injury.
Timberfall- Dark brown tom with green eyes. Has a large notch in right ear.
BreezeClan
Leader: Skystar- Lean, well-muscled, silver tabby tom with light green eyes.
Deputy: Gorsetail- Black tom with white splotches. Has green eyes
Medicine Cat: Sootfur- Dark gray tom with blue eyes
Apprentice: Starlingpaw
Warriors:
Ryefur- Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Heathercloud- Golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
Shortstalk- Short legged, gray she-cat with amber eyes
Flintpath- Light gray she-cat with brown eyes.
Brooksong- Gray-and-white she-cat with amber eyes
Barkwhisker- Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Shrewfang- Brown-and-white tom with yellow eyes
Rabbitnose- White she-cat with silver eyes.
Birdfeather- Small ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice: Quailpaw
Wrencloud- White-and-ginger she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice: Patchpaw
Hawktuft- Dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Apprentice: Weaselpaw
Snowflower- White she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice: Stoatpaw
Cloudsplash- Fluffy white-and-gray tom with green eyes
Cinderspots- Speckled dark gray she-cat with amber eyes.
Loudstorm- Sandy brown tabby tom with blue eyes.
Talonclaw- Dark brown tom with green eyes.
Apprentices:
Patchpaw- White tom with golden splotches. Has amber eyes
Weaselpaw- Brown tabby tom with a narrow snout. Has yellow eyes
Quailpaw- Tortoiseshell she-cat with white paws. Has blue eyes
Stoatpaw- Fluffy cream-furred tom with green eyes.
Starlingpaw- Light brown she-cat with silver eyes.
Queens:
Needlestrike- Ginger-and-white she-cat with amber eyes. (Mate to Hawktuft. Mother to Deerkit, Specklekit, and Finchkit.)
Cinderspots- Speckled dark gray she-cat with amber eyes. (Mate to Shrewfang. Mother to Furzekit, and Mallowkit.)
Elders:
Cherryleaf- Reddish brown she-cat with yellow eyes
Ashheart- Gray (with darker flecks) she-cat with blue eyes.
Hareleap- Light brown tabby tom with blue eyes
PineClan
Leader: Blackstar- Jet black, lithe she-cat with bright amber eyes
Deputy: Ravenwing- Black tabby tom with yellow eyes
Medicine Cat: Frostlight- Fluffy white tom with green eyes.
Warriors:
Whitesong- Fluffy white she-cat with green eyes.
Apprentice: Russetpaw
Grassfur- Fluffy golden tabby she-cat with silver eyes
Sunheart- Ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice: Adderpaw
Darkfoot- White tom with dark gray front paws. Has blue eyes
Rivershine- Blue gray she-cat with white paws. Has blue eyes.
Apprentice: Ratpaw
Featherstep- Gray-and-white tom with amber eyes
Badgerclaw- Black-and-white tom with yellow eyes
Spiderstrike- Black she-cat with a white tail tip. Has yellow eyes
Mothstream- Silver tabby she-cat with brown eyes
Rocknose- Dark gray-and-white tom with blue eyes
Sleetstripe- Silver-and-white tabby tom with amber eyes
Marshmist- Mottled brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Apprentice: Briarpaw
Toadwhisker- Brown-and-white tabby tom with blue eyes
Apprentice: Vixenpaw
Lilyshade- White she-cat with silver eyes
Apprentices:
Russetpaw- Dark ginger she-cat with green eyes
Ratpaw- Black-and-white tom with blue eyes
Adderpaw- Light brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Vixenpaw- Red she-cat with a bushy white tipped tail. Has amber eyes
Briarpaw- Dark brown she-cat with white paws. Has brown eyes
Queens:
Mossburr- Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes (Mate to Sleetstripe. Mother to Crowkit, Newtkit, and Flykit.)
Elders:
Oakpelt- Dark brown tom with green eyes
Leafdapple- Tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes
Lizardtail- Light brown tabby tom with a thin tail. Has amber eyes
ReedClan
Leader: Icestar- Large, long-haired, albino tom with red eyes
Deputy: Stonetail- Large dark gray tabby tom with bright blue eyes
Medicine Cat: Littletail- Fluffy cream-furred she-cat with a short tail. Has brown eyes
Apprentice: Waterflame (Small sandy ginger tabby she-cat with brown eyes)
Warriors:
Minnowstripe- Silver furred tom with amber eyes
Mistybreeze- Blue-gray she-cat with white paws. Has green eyes.
Willowcloud- Cream furred she-cat with yellow eyes
Shinepelt- Ginger-and-white she-cat with amber eyes.
Apprentice: Otterpaw
Shimmerfur- Glossy black she-cat with blue eyes.
Troutleap- Dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Mudspeck- White she-cat with brown splotches. Has blue eyes
Pikeskip- Black-and-white tom with amber eyes
Streamwatcher- Small black tom with yellow eyes
Riversong- Silver tabby tom with blue eyes
Frogsplash- Dark mottled gray tom with green eyes
Apprentice: Perchpaw
Duckflight- Soft-furred fluffy black she-cat with blue eyes
Apprentice: Lightpaw
Leapfoot- Light brown tom with yellow eyes
Rockclaw- Big-pawed dark blue-gray tom with green eyes
Apprentices:
Lightpaw- Tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes
Otterpaw- Dark brown she-cat with sleek fur. Has green eyes
Perchpaw- Black tom with white paws. Has silver eyes.
Queens:
Lakefrost- Brown tabby she-cat with green eyes (Mate to Frogsplash. Mother to Featherkit, Weedkit, and Ripplekit.)
Lilysky- Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with brown eyes (Mate to Riversong. Mother to Spottedkit, and Swallowkit)
Elders:
Dapplefoot- Calico she-cat with speckled paws. Has yellow eyes
Mosspool- Brown-and-white she-cat with blue eyes |
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 23, 2017 0:54:56 GMT -5
Okay. I think that's good for now lol. Prologue and first two chapters coming soon x3
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 25, 2017 2:11:14 GMT -5
The prologue is now up! x3
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Nov 29, 2017 3:18:44 GMT -5
Chapter One is now up! <3
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 5, 2017 1:41:19 GMT -5
Chapter Two is up!
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 13, 2017 22:10:36 GMT -5
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 19, 2017 20:57:27 GMT -5
ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ Haha yes they do xD And Blackflame is very important to the plot. You'll soon learn why though haha. Also it's just harmless bickering lol. They always bicker due to their personalities being different xD
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 20, 2017 1:05:22 GMT -5
Chapter Three is now up! c:
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Post by ѕωιƒтƒαℓcση on Dec 20, 2017 10:42:01 GMT -5
I need to get caught up on this but I can't remember if I finished Gathering Storm or not.
But, honestly, I'm very impressed that you're still chugging away at a trilogy. I can barely finish standalones.
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 20, 2017 14:47:09 GMT -5
I need to get caught up on this but I can't remember if I finished Gathering Storm or not. But, honestly, I'm very impressed that you're still chugging away at a trilogy. I can barely finish standalones. I'm not sure haha. This one will be the longest of the three though lol. And thanks! Honestly, I'm fairly surprised myself. The only fic I ever finished was Stray so this is an accomplishment for me xD |
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 20, 2017 16:58:18 GMT -5
ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ Heehee. Maybe, maybe not XD Blackflame is one of my favorite characters though. And I have been dying to introduce him since Uncast Stones lol.
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 21, 2017 15:22:40 GMT -5
ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ Lol I'll be starting on the next chapter shortly x3 And yes! I love adding a new character in, especially this one xD
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 21, 2017 22:04:50 GMT -5
Chapter Four is now up! c:
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Dec 24, 2017 21:36:58 GMT -5
ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ The hints were all there xP Also can you imagine poor Foxstar right now? She's probably like, God dangit Silversky BI
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Jan 7, 2018 3:13:17 GMT -5
ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ Lol right? Moral of the fic is, "God dammit Silversky!" Also, new chapter is now up! x3
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Jan 13, 2018 12:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by ✲ριкαƒυєу✲ on Jan 16, 2018 21:09:26 GMT -5
Added an Updated Allegiances section to the extras part~
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