THUNDERCLAN
LEADER FIRESTAR—ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt
DEPUTY BRAMBLECLAW—dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes
MEDICINE CAT JAYFEATHER—gray tabby tom with blind blue eyes
WARRIORS (toms and she-cats without kits)
GRAYSTRIPE—long-haired gray tom
MILLIE—striped gray tabby she-cat
DUSTPELT—dark brown tabby tom
SANDSTORM—pale ginger she-cat with green eyes
BRACKENFUR—golden brown tabby tom
SORRELTAIL—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with amber eyes
CLOUDTAIL—long-haired white tom with blue eyes
BRIGHTHEART—white she-cat with ginger patches
THORNCLAW—golden brown tabby tom
APPRENTICE, BRIARPAW
SQUIRRELFLIGHT—dark ginger she-cat with green eyes
LEAFPOOL—light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes
SPIDERLEG—long-limbed black tom with brown underbelly and amber eyes
BIRCHFALL—light brown tabby tom
WHITEWING—white she-cat with green eyes
BERRYNOSE—cream-colored tom
HAZELTAIL—small gray-and-white she-cat
APPRENTICE, BLOSSOMPAW
MOUSEWHISKER—gray-and-white tom
APPRENTICE, BUMBLEPAW
CINDERHEART—gray tabby she-cat
APPRENTICE, IVYPAW
LIONBLAZE—golden tabby tom with amber eyes
APPRENTICE, DOVEPAW
FOXLEAP—reddish tabby tom
ICECLOUD—white she-cat
TOADSTEP—black-and-white tom
ROSEPETAL—dark cream she-cat
APPRENTICES (more than six moons old, in training to become warriors)
BRIARPAW—dark brown she-cat
BLOSSOMPAW—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat
BUMBLEPAW—very pale gray tom with black stripes
DOVEPAW—pale gray she-cat with green eyes
IVYPAW—silver-and-white tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes
QUEENS (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)
FERNCLOUD—pale gray (with darker flecks) she-cat with green eyes
DAISY—cream long-furred cat from the horseplace
POPPYFROST—tortoiseshell she-cat (mother to Cherrykit, a ginger she-cat, and Molekit, a brown-and-cream tom)
ELDERS (former warriors and queens, now retired)
MOUSEFUR—small dusky brown she-cat
PURDY—plump tabby former loner with a gray muzzle
LONGTAIL—pale tabby tom with black stripes, retired early due to failing sight
SHADOWCLAN
LEADER BLACKSTAR—large white tom with huge jet-black paws
DEPUTY RUSSETFUR—dark ginger she-cat
MEDICINE CAT LITTLECLOUD—very small tabby tom
APPRENTICE, FLAMETAIL (ginger tom)
WARRIORS
OAKFUR—small brown tom
APPRENTICE, FERRETPAW (cream-and-gray tom)
ROWANCLAW—ginger tom
SMOKEFOOT—black tom
TOADFOOT—dark brown tom
APPLEFUR—mottled brown she-cat
CROWFROST—black-and-white tom
RATSCAR—brown tom with long scar across his back
APPRENTICE, PINEPAW (black she-cat)
SNOWBIRD—pure-white she-cat
TAWNYPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes
APPRENTICE, STARLINGPAW (ginger tom)
OLIVENOSE—tortoiseshell she-cat
OWLCLAW—light brown tabby tom
SHREWFOOT—gray she-cat with black feet
SCORCHFUR—dark gray tom
REDWILLOW—mottled brown-and-ginger tom
TIGERHEART—dark brown tabby tom
DAWNPELT—cream-furred she-cat
QUEENS
KINKFUR—tabby she-cat, with long fur that sticks out at all angles
IVYTAIL—black, white, and tortoiseshell she-cat
ELDERS
CEDARHEART—dark gray tom
TALLPOPPY—long-legged light brown tabby she-cat
SNAKETAIL—dark brown tom with tabby-striped tail
WHITEWATER—white she-cat with long fur, blind in one eye
WINDCLAN
LEADER ONESTAR—brown tabby tom
DEPUTY ASHFOOT—gray she-cat
MEDICINE CAT KESTRELFLIGHT—mottled gray tom
WARRIORS
CROWFEATHER—dark gray tom
OWLWHISKER—light brown tabby tom
APPRENTICE, WHISKERPAW (light brown tom)
WHITETAIL—small white she-cat
NIGHTCLOUD—black she-cat
GORSETAIL—very pale gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes
WEASELFUR—ginger tom with white paws
HARESPRING—brown-and-white tom
LEAFTAIL—dark tabby tom with amber eyes
ANTPELT—brown tom with one black ear
EMBERFOOT—gray tom with two dark paws
HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes
APPRENTICE, FURZEPAW (gray-and-white she-cat)
BREEZEPELT—black tom with amber eyes
APPRENTICE, BOULDERPAW (large pale gray tom)
SEDGEWHISKER—light brown tabby she-cat
SWALLOWTAIL—dark gray she-cat
SUNSTRIKE—tortoiseshell she-cat with large white mark on her forehead
ELDERS
WEBFOOT—dark gray tabby tom
TORNEAR—tabby tom
RIVERCLAN
LEADER LEOPARDSTAR—unusually spotted golden tabby she-cat
DEPUTY MISTYFOOT—gray she-cat with blue eyes
MEDICINE CAT MOTHWING—dappled golden she-cat
APPRENTICE, WILLOWSHINE (gray tabby she-cat)
WARRIORS
REEDWHISKER—black tom
APPRENTICE, HOLLOWPAW (dark brown tabby tom)
GRAYMIST—pale gray tabby she-cat
APPRENTICE, TROUTPAW (pale gray tabby she-cat)
MINTFUR—light gray tabby tom
ICEWING—white she-cat with blue eyes
MINNOWTAIL—dark gray she-cat
APPRENTICE, MOSSYPAW (brown-and-white she-cat)
PEBBLEFOOT—mottled gray tom
APPRENTICE, RUSHPAW (light brown tabby tom)
MALLOWNOSE—light brown tabby tom
ROBINWING—tortoiseshell-and-white tom
BEETLEWHISKER—brown-and-white tabby tom
PETALFUR—gray-and-white she-cat
GRASSPELT—light brown tom
QUEENS
DUSKFUR—brown tabby she-cat
MOSSPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes
ELDERS
DAPPLENOSE—mottled gray she-cat
POUNCETAIL—ginger-and-white tom
CATS OUTSIDE CLANS
SMOKY—muscular gray-and-white tom who lives in a barn at the horseplace
FLOSS—small gray-and-white she-cat who lives at the horseplace
OTHER ANIMALS
MIDNIGHT—a star-gazing badger who lives by the sea
PROLOGUE Trees whispered, branch to branch, above the lifeless forest floor. Mist wreathed their smooth trunks, pale as bone, and swirled through the night-dark forest. Above their branches, the sky yawned, starless and cold. There was no moon to cast shadows, but an eerie light glowed through the trees. Paws thudded on the dead earth. Two warriors reared on their hind legs and launched themselves at each other, their bodies heaving and twisting like ghosts in the gloom. One brown. One black. Wind rattled the trees as the brown tom, his broad shoulders heaving, aimed a vicious swipe at his lean opponent. The black tom dodged, not taking his gaze from his rival's paws for a moment, his eyes narrowed in concentration. The brown warrior's strike missed and he landed heavily, too slow in turning to avoid a sharp nip from the black tom. Hissing, he reared again, twisted on one hind paw, and lunged, his forepaws falling like rocks on the black tom's shoulders. The tom collapsed under the weight of the blow. Breath huffed from his mouth as his chest slammed against the ground. The brown warrior raked thorn-sharp claws along his opponent's pelt, and his nose twitched as blood welled in the wound, scarlet and salty. Quick as a snake, the black tom slithered out from his rival's grip and began to swipe rhythmically with his forepaws, swaying one way then the other until the brown warrior flinched back. In that flinch—a single moment of distraction—the black tom sprang forward and sank his teeth deep into the warrior's foreleg. The warrior yowled and shook the tom off, his eyes flaming with rage. A heartbeat passed as the cats stared at each other, both gazes glittering with calculation. Then the black tom ducked and twisted, raking his way under the brown warrior's snow white belly. But the warrior pounced on him before he could scramble clear, hooking his pelt with long, curved claws and pinning him to the ground. "Too slow," the brown warrior growled. The black tom struggled, panic flashing in his eyes as his rival's jaws began to close around his throat. "Enough." A dark tabby stepped from the shadows, his massive paws stirring the mist. The cats froze, then untangled themselves. The brown warrior sat back on his haunches, one foreleg raised as though it hurt. The black tom scrambled to his paws, spraying droplets of blood across the forest floor as he shook out his fur. "Some good moves, Hawkfrost." The dark tabby nodded to the broad-shouldered warrior; then his gaze flicked to the black tom. "You're getting better, Breezepelt, but you'll need to be even quicker if you're going to outfight stronger warriors. If you can't match an opponent in weight, look to speed instead and use his weight against him." Breezepelt dipped his head. "I'll work on it, Tigerstar." A fourth tom slid from the shadows. His silver stripes gleamed in the half-light as he wound around Tigerstar. "Hawkfrost can match any warrior," he purred, smooth as honey. "There aren't many cats with such skill and strength." Tigerstar curled his lip. "Quiet, Darkstripe!" he hissed. "Hawkfrost knows his own strengths." Darkstripe blinked. "I wasn't—" Tigerstar cut him off. "And there's always room for improvement." A fifth cat slid from behind a tree, his dark brown pelt ragged against the smooth gray bark. "Hawkfrost depends too much on his strength," he muttered. "Breezepelt too much on his speed. Together they would make a great warrior. Separately they are vulnerable." "Brokenstar." Hawkfrost greeted the matted tabby with bared teeth. "Are we supposed to take advice from the warrior who failed to silence Jayfeather?" Brokenstar twitched the tip of his tail. "I did not expect StarClan to fight so hard to save him." "Never underestimate your enemy." Hawkfrost stretched his forepaw, wincing. Breezepelt licked the deep scratches along his flank, his tongue reddening with his own blood. "We must be ready," Tigerstar growled. "It's not enough to be able to beat one enemy at a time. We must train until we can take on a whole patrol single-pawed."Breezepelt looked up from his wound, his eyes flashing. "I can already beat Harespring and Leaftail in training." Tigerstar's eyes darkened. "Training is one thing. Warriors fight harder when they're defending their lives." Breezepelt clawed the ground. "I can fight harder." Tigerstar nodded. "You have more reason than most." A growl rose in Breezepelt's throat. "You have been wronged," Tigerstar meowed softly. Breezepelt's young face looked kitlike in the gloom. "You're the only ones who seem to realize that." "I have told you that you must seek vengeance," Tigerstar reminded him. "With our help, you can take revenge on every cat who has betrayed you." Breezepelt's gaze grew hungry as the dark warrior went on. "And on every cat who stood by and did nothing while others claimed what was yours as their own." "Starting with Crowfeather." Breezepelt snarled his father's name. Brokenstar swished his crooked tail through the air. "What did your father do to defend you?" His words were laced with bitterness, as though soured by his own memories. Darkstripe slunk forward. "He never valued you." Tigerstar shooed the striped warrior back with a flick of his tail. "He tried to crush you, make you weak." "He didn't succeed," Breezepelt spat. "But he tried. Perhaps he valued his ThunderClan kits more. Those three kits should never have been born." Tigerstar padded toward the young warrior, his eyes gleaming, holding Breezepelt's gaze like a snake mesmerizing its prey. "You have been suckled on lies and the weakness of others. You have suffered while others have thrived. But you are strong. You will put things right. Your father betrayed his Clan and betrayed you. Leafpool betrayed StarClan by taking a mate." Breezepelt's tail was lashing. "I will make them all pay for what they have done." No heat fired his gaze, only cold hatred. "I will have vengeance on each and every one of them." Brokenstar pushed forward. "You are a noble warrior, Breezepelt. You cannot live a life spawned on lies. Loyalty to the warrior code runs too strong in your blood." "Not like those weaklings," Breezepelt agreed. Hawkfrost was on his paws. "More practice?" he suggested. Tigerstar shook his head. "There is something else you must do." He swung his broad head around to face the warrior. Hawkfrost narrowed his eyes to icy slits. "What?" "There's another apprentice," Tigerstar told him. "She has great power. She must join us to make the battle even." "You want me to visit her?" Menace edged Hawkfrost's mew. Tigerstar nodded. "Walk in her dreams. Teach her that our battle is her destiny." He flicked the tip of his long, dark tail. "Go." As the broad-shouldered warrior turned away and padded into the mist, Tigerstar growled after him, "You should have no trouble. She is ready."
CHAPTER 1 Dovepaw trembled in her sleep. "Dovepaw! Dovepaw!" Voices wailed around her as she struggled in the current, dragging at her fur, swirling her through darkness. "Dovepaw!" The cries were jagged with fear. Trees and branches tumbled past her, sweeping away downstream. Darkness yawned below, stretching so far beneath her that horror caught in her throat. "Dovepaw!" Rippletail's desperate, lonely whimper rang in her ears. With a start, she blinked open her eyes. Her sister, Ivypaw, stirred beside her. "Were you dreaming?" The silver-and-white tabby raised her head and gazed anxiously at Dovepaw. "You were twitching like a mouse." "Bad dream." Dovepaw fought to keep her mew steady. Her heart was pounding and Rippletail's cry echoed in her mind. She stretched forward and licked Ivypaw's head. "It's gone now," she lied. As Ivypaw's sleepy eyes began to close, Dovepaw breathed in the soft scent of her sister. I'm home, she reminded herself. Everything's okay. Yet her heart still pounded. She stretched in her nest, a shiver running to the tip of her tail, and clambered to her paws. Padding carefully between the nests, she headed out of the den. Moonlight bathed the deserted clearing, and above the rock walls that encircled the camp, the horizon was milky with dawn light. The mewls of Poppyfrost's newborn kits drifted from the nursery, and snores rumbled from the dens. The air felt strange, cool and wet on her muzzle. For many moons, Dovepaw had known nothing but the parched wind of drought, dry on her tongue. But now she could taste the green freshness of the forest, heady and mouthwatering. Thin clouds drifted across the star-speckled sky, draping Silverpelt like cobwebs. She wondered if Rippletail was watching from among her starry ancestors. I'm sorry. The words echoed in her mind like the lonely call of an owl. Even though the long journey upstream was a quarter moon ago, the memory still ached in her muscles. Dovepaw had traveled with Lionblaze and two cats from each of the other Clans to track down the beavers that had blocked the stream and starved the lake of water. Together they had destroyed the dam and unleashed the torrent that had filled the lake once more. And now life was returning to the territories. She felt it in the rustling of the forest, heard it in the stirrings of prey beyond the edges of the camp. Pride coursed through her. She had been the one to sense the beavers as they worked to block the stream. She had helped break their dam to pieces and now all the Clans would survive. But the memory was bittersweet, like yarrow on her tongue. The RiverClan warrior Rippletail had died fighting the large brown creatures, their heavy bodies stronger than foxes, their snapping yellow teeth deadlier than claws. Memories of the journey had thronged in Dovepaw's mind since she'd returned, and Rippletail's death haunted her dreams. Did Lionblaze feel the same? She didn't dare ask. Nor could she confide in Jayfeather about how much the journey still clung to her thoughts. They might think she was weak. She had a great destiny ahead of her. How could she ever live up to the prophecy that had been given to Firestar many moons ago? There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws. Dovepaw was one of the Three, along with Lionblaze and Jayfeather. The realization still shocked her. She'd been an apprentice less than a moon and now she carried more responsibility than a senior warrior on her shoulders. What could she do but hone the power she'd been given, the power that made her one of the Three? She practiced each day, reaching out with her senses as deep into the forest as she could, listening, tasting, feeling for sounds and movements even Jayfeather could not detect. Dovepaw crouched outside the den, her pelt ruffling in the damp air, and closed her eyes. She let the sensation of earth beneath her paws slide away, reached beyond the sound of Poppyfrost's kits fidgeting in the nursery, and let her senses roam. The forest trembled with life, filling her senses with smells and sounds: birds shaking out their feathers before they began their morning song, an early ShadowClan patrol padding sleepily out of camp, their paws clumsy on the slippery, needle-strewn ground. The sharp scent of catmint growing beside the abandoned Twoleg nest bathed her tongue. The sound of water chattering over the rock-cluttered stream on the WindClan border stirred her ear fur.Wait! Why were two cats slinking beside the lake at this time of day? Anxiety pricked at Dovepaw's pelt. She blinked open her eyes. She should tell someone. But how could she explain without giving away her secret power? Lionblaze? No. She couldn't go to her mentor. He'd be asleep in the warriors' den and it would be impossible to wake him without disturbing his denmates. Jayfeather? Of course! He slept alone in the medicine den since Leafpool had joined the warriors. Dovepaw hurried across the clearing and pushed through the lichen that draped the entrance to the shadowy cave. "Jayfeather!" She opened her eyes wide, trying to adjust to the gloom. Hurrying to his nest, she nudged him with her nose. His gray tabby pelt was ruffled by sleep, his nose tucked tightly under his paw. "Go away," he grumbled. "It's important," Dovepaw hissed. The medicine cat lifted his chin and blinked open his sightless blue eyes. "I was dreaming!" he snapped. Dovepaw tensed. Had she disturbed a message from StarClan? "I was about to catch a mouse." Jayfeather held his paws a whisker apart. "It was this far away." Dovepaw stifled a purr. It was comforting to know that Jayfeather had regular mouse-chasing dreams like any other cat. "Sorry." "It's not funny!" Jayfeather stood and shook out his fur. Dovepaw ducked out of the way as he sprang from his nest and landed lightly beside her. "What's the matter?" Jayfeather licked a paw and drew it along his whiskers. "Two cats are walking around the lake." Jayfeather let his paw drop and met her gaze. Dovepaw blinked. She still wasn't used to the way Jayfeather acted like he could see even though he was blind. "Are they heading for ThunderClan territory?" Dovepaw nodded. She was relieved that he hadn't asked her if she was sure. He just believed her. He trusted her completely. He had faith in her power. She really was one of the Three. Jayfeather let out a long, thoughtful breath. "Do you know which Clan they're from?" Why hadn't she checked that already? Dovepaw cast her senses out again, let them stretch back to the lakeshore and wreathe around the two cats still padding steadily onward. "RiverClan," she breathed, tasting their fishy scent. She could make out the shade of their pelts: one dappled gold, one gray. The dappled cat was smaller, a she-cat. "Mothwing." The scent of herbs on the medicine cat's pelt was strong. The gray was a she-cat too, but larger, with the muscled shoulders of a seasoned warrior. "And Mistyfoot." The RiverClan deputy. Jayfeather nodded, his eyes clouding. "What?" Dovepaw leaned closer. "They're grieving," he murmured. She recognized sadness in the slow, dragging steps of the RiverClan cats. But the sorrow sharpening Jayfeather's mew told her that he could actually feel their grief as though it were his own. "What are they grieving for?" "Leopardstar must be dead." He sighed. "Dead?" Dovepaw stiffened. "She's lost all her lives?" "She'd reached her ninth. It was just a matter of time." Jayfeather got slowly to his paws and headed for the crack in the rock at the back of the medicine den. "Mistyfoot and Mothwing must be heading for the Moonpool," he called over his shoulder. "So Mistyfoot can receive her nine lives." He disappeared into the cleft, his voice echoing from the shadows. "Now that we're awake so early . . ."—reproach edged his mew—"we might as well make ourselves useful." Dovepaw hardly heard. Leopardstar, dead? She cast her senses far across the lake, reaching for the RiverClan camp. Images of the stricken Clan filled her mind. Cats circled restlessly around a body laid in the clearing, while others smoothed rosemary and watermint onto its spotted pelt in an attempt to hide the odor of death. A queen shooed her kits in a flurry of paws back toward the nursery. Jayfeather emerged from the cleft carrying a bundle of herbs. "Mistyfoot will make a good leader," he mewed, dropping the herbs and heading back to his store. "She's fair and wise, and the other Clans respect her." He returned with another large bundle of herbs and dropped it beside the first. "Will Leopardstar hunt with StarClan now?" "They will welcome such a noble warrior." Jayfeather began to separate the leaves into smaller piles. The tang of them made Dovepaw's nose wrinkle. She dragged her attention back to the medicine den. "What are you doing?""We need to spread these herbs out to dry them." "But what should we do about Leopardstar?" "Nothing." Jayfeather pushed a clump of herbs toward her. "Rain got into the store and I don't want them to rot," he explained. "Shouldn't we tell Firestar?" "Do you want to wake him?" Dovepaw stared at her pile of leaves. She supposed it wouldn't really make any difference if she waited till he was awake and out of his den. Jayfeather was already expertly separating the leaves in his pile, laying them one by one out on the dry ground. Dovepaw began carefully peeling a wide, floppy leaf away from the clump. "Is it always the deputy who becomes leader?" "So long as no other warrior believes they can lead the Clan better." Dovepaw stared at him in surprise, a leaf dangling from her paw. "Has that ever happened?" Jayfeather nodded. "In WindClan, Onestar had to fight for his leadership." "Fight?" Dovepaw laid the leaf beside the others, trying to keep her paw steady. Could Clanmates really turn on one another like that? "Mudclaw thought he'd make a better leader," Jayfeather answered matter-of-factly. His line of drying leaves was already a tail-length long. Dovepaw tried to work faster. "Careful!" Jayfeather warned. "If you rip them, they lose some of their healing juices." Dovepaw hesitated before she drew another leaf from the soggy pile. "Does it happen often?" Her belly churned. "I mean, Clanmates fighting to be leader." Jayfeather shook his head. "It's rare. And if Mistyfoot is already on her way to the Moonpool, clearly no one's challenged her." He began to straighten the leaves Dovepaw had laid out. "Though there might have been a time when she would have been challenged." "When?" Dovepaw cast her senses back to the RiverClan camp, searching anxiously for any flicking tail or unsheathed claws that might suggest discontent. She found nothing, only the slow steps and drooping tails of a Clan in mourning. "Hawkfrost." Jayfeather half spat the name. "Mothwing's brother." "Hawkfrost?" Dovepaw had heard the name in the stories that elders told about the days when the Clans first made their homes around the lake. "He's dead, thank StarClan." Jayfeather didn't look up from his work, though his paws slowed down as if memories distracted him. "Have you seen him in StarClan?" Dovepaw asked. "Hurry up." Jayfeather ignored her question. "I want all these leaves laid out by the time the sun's up, to give them enough time to dry." Has he seen Rippletail? she wondered, laying out a new leaf. The memory of the dead RiverClan warrior stabbed her heart. Jayfeather padded away to the cleft and fetched a new bundle of damp leaves. "Was it Mistyfoot and Mothwing who woke you so early?" Dovepaw looked up, blinking. "Did they disturb your dreams?" he pressed. Dovepaw shook her head. She didn't want to share the dream that had broken her sleep. "Were you dreaming of Rippletail?" Dovepaw looked up sharply, as surprised by the gentleness in Jayfeather's mew as she was by the question. Had he been there in her dream? The medicine cat shook his head. "I didn't walk in your dreams." Is he reading my thoughts right now? Dovepaw flinched away, but Jayfeather went on. "I can tell that you're troubled and I can feel your grief. It's like a nettle in your heart, stinging any paw that tries to pluck it out." Dovepaw began peeling and laying out leaves as though it were the most important duty she'd ever had. She'd tried so hard to hide her feelings. What would he think of her now that he knew how soft she was? Would he be disappointed that she was one of the Three? But Jayfeather carried on calmly separating the herbs. "You might feel as if you are responsible for his death, but you're not," he told her. "You have a destiny, but so does every other cat. Rippletail was always going to be part of the quest to unblock the stream. He was born with courage, and you couldn't have succeeded without him. His death steered your path, helped you find another way to defeat the beavers. He died saving the lives of his Clanmates. StarClan led him to the battle that killed him, not you." Dovepaw stared deep into the medicine cat's blue gaze. "Is that true?" "It's true." He rolled a torn leaf into a tight knot and wrapped it in another. His mew grew brisk once more. "The fresh leaf's juices will leach out and make the damaged leaf stronger," he explained. Dovepaw nodded without really hearing. Jayfeather had managed to touch the nettle in her heart and release its sting. For the first time since Rippletail's death, she felt peace. Was it that simple? Should she just follow her own destiny and leave the rest to StarClan?But one day she'd be stronger than StarClan. Lionblaze had promised her that. What then? She sat back on her haunches. Sunshine was beginning to ripple through the trailing brambles at the cave entrance. Long lines of leaves lay drying in front of her. "Firestar will be awake by now. Should we tell him about Leopardstar?" Jayfeather's eyes flashed. "And how would you explain what you know?" Dovepaw frowned. "Shouldn't Firestar know about my power?" Firestar had assumed that she had learned about the beavers in a dream sent by StarClan, and Dovepaw had said nothing to change his mind. But how likely was it that she would dream about the death of another Clan's leader? "No." Jayfeather plucked up a leaf, dark with the beginnings of rot, and flung it to the edge of the den. "Things are complicated enough." "Doesn't he know about your powers?" Jayfeather began to sweep dust away from the leaves with his tail. "He doesn't even know we're the Three." Worry dropped like a cold stone in Dovepaw's belly. "Doesn't know?" Why not? Why should they hide their powers if they were going to protect the future of the Clans? And the prophecy had come to Firestar first of all. "Surely StarClan wouldn't have shared the prophecy with him if they hadn't wanted him to know—" Jayfeather cut her off. "You should join a patrol," he mewed. "I'll finish up here." She opened her mouth to argue but Jayfeather went on. "I can hear Brambleclaw coming out of his den. He won't want to be kept waiting." Reluctantly, Dovepaw turned away. Jayfeather wasn't going to give any more answers. As she nosed her way out of the medicine den, she saw Brambleclaw sitting beside the tumbled rocks leading to Highledge. Cinderheart was pacing in front of him while the other warriors emerged from their dens to hear their duties for the day. She saw the flash of surprise in the deputy's eyes as she padded out of Jayfeather's den. "Are you okay?" Brambleclaw called. Dovepaw forced her ears to stop twitching. "Just a bit of a bellyache," she lied. "It's better now." Brambleclaw nodded. "In that case you can join the patrol with me and Lionblaze." "Did someone say my name?" Lionblaze was emerging from the warriors' den, yawning. "You're joining the dawn patrol," Brambleclaw told him. The golden warrior's eyes brightened. Then he spotted Dovepaw and frowned, his gaze questioning. He could clearly sense that something was up. She gave a quick shake of her head. The nursery rustled and Poppyfrost's kits tumbled out with their mother padding behind them. The tortoiseshell queen was wearily shaking her head. "Why do kits have to wake up so early?" She steered Cherrykit and Molekit with her tail as they began to skip toward the warriors gathered by the rocks. "Stay out of the way," she warned. "But I want to hear Brambleclaw," Cherrykit complained. "We won't disturb them," Molekit promised. Dovepaw stared blankly at the kits. The knowledge of Leopardstar's death churned inside her while her Clanmates surrounded her, aware of nothing but the hunting patrols that lay ahead. She suddenly felt as though she were trapped behind a waterfall, separated from her Clanmates by the glistening torrent, her voice drowned by its thundering. Ivypaw bounced up to her. "It's so early!" she complained. But her eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Doesn't the forest smell great?" She took a deep breath and licked her lips. "The air tastes of prey." Brambleclaw nodded toward the silver-and-white apprentice. "Perhaps you and Cinderheart should join our border patrol." "Yes, please!" Ivypaw looked at her sister. "I bet I catch the first prey today," she teased. Cinderheart padded past them, flicking her tail. "We won't be hunting until we're sure the borders are safe," she reminded her apprentice. "Yes, but after that." Ivypaw bounded after the gray tabby she-cat. Dovepaw followed, catching up to Lionblaze at the thorn tunnel. Brambleclaw, Cinderheart, and Ivypaw were already filing out of the camp. Should I tell Lionblaze about Leopardstar? "Come on, Dovepaw!" Ivypaw was calling her. No. I'll tell him later. She slid past her mentor and plunged after her sister into the still-dripping undergrowth. The rainstorms had left the forest soft and yielding, the earth springy underpaw and fragrant. The sun was beginning to warm the forest so that steam drifted up through the branches. Newly fallen leaves littered the ground, some still green, shriveled by the recent drought and battered early from their branches by the torrential rain. Dovepaw kicked her way through them as she reached Ivypaw. Purring loudly, she flung a pawful over her sister's back. "Hey!" Ivypaw shook the leaves from her pelt and sent another bundle showering over Dovepaw. Then she turned tail and ran. Dovepaw pelted after her sister as Ivypaw bounded onto a fallen tree, her claws scattering bark shreds that caught in Dovepaw's whiskers. Leaping up beside Ivypaw, Dovepaw nudged her sister off balance and yowled with amusement as she watched Ivypaw wobble, then dive dramatically down the other side. Ivypaw squeaked, staggering into a thick clump of ferns and disappearing behind the fronds. "Ivypaw?" Dovepaw sniffed at the ferns, her tail stiffening as she detected no movement. "Are you okay?" The ferns shivered and exploded as Ivypaw hurtled out and rolled Dovepaw onto her back. Triumphant, Ivypaw pinned her littermate to the ground. "Even Cherrykit wouldn't fall for the play-dead trick!" she purred. Dovepaw pushed with her hind paws, knocking Ivypaw away easily, aware of how strong she'd grown from the long journey to find the beavers. Ivypaw scrambled to her paws, scooting out of the way as Dovepaw leaped at her. "Ha! Missed!" Ivypaw crowed before scrambling down the slope that led lakeward. Dovepaw raced after her, bounding down to where the trees began to thin. She nearly bundled straight into Ivypaw, who had skidded to a halt. "Wow!" The silver-and-white apprentice was staring openmouthed at the lake. The vast, dried-out lakebed, which had been dotted with shallow muddy pools where fish had huddled while the Clans paced jealously, had vanished. Shining silver water rippled in its place, gleaming in the dawn sunshine. The lake was brimful, shivering beneath overhanging trees and bushes, lapping lazily at the shores. It heaved and swirled, and the taste of it bathed Dovepaw's tongue, as fresh and rich with the promise of life as the damp forest. "Come on!" Ivypaw was already dashing out from the trees. Dovepaw gave chase, her paws slipping on the damp grass so that she nearly toppled over the short sandy bank at the top of the shore. Pebbles clacked as she landed at the water's edge and sprinted after Ivypaw. "I've never seen so much water!" Waves were lapping at Ivypaw's claws. Dovepaw hung back, remembering the torrent released from the beavers' dam that had toppled trees, uprooted bushes, swirled like a storm around her as it carried her back to the forest. Then the water had been terrifying, a foaming beast roaring with fury at being pent up behind the dam for so long. Now the lake lay peacefully, like a plump silver tabby, curled beneath the blue sky. "Where did all the water come from?" Ivypaw pressed. "The sky? The stream?" Dovepaw cocked her head, listening. She could hear streams splashing and tumbling all around the lake, refreshed by the recent rains. "The streams are back," she told Ivypaw. "Not just ours, but all of them, thanks to the rainstorms." "Good." Ivypaw nodded. "I hope the lake never goes away again." She bent her head to lap from the sparkling water, then leaped away as a tiny wave splashed her muzzle. An angry yowl sounded from behind them. Dovepaw spun around and saw Brambleclaw bounding toward them, with Cinderheart and Lionblaze on his tail. "This is a patrol, not an outing for kits!" he scolded. "The noise you've been making will have disturbed every piece of prey in the area. I don't envy the hunting patrol!" Dovepaw hung her head and followed Ivypaw as she slunk back up the bank and halted in front of Brambleclaw. "Sorry." Her ears burned with shame. "I know it's exciting to have the lake back," Lionblaze meowed with a hint of sympathy in his voice. "But you can play later." Brambleclaw's gaze remained stern. "Have you re-marked the boundary here?" He swished his tail, indicating the scent line running three tail-lengths from the water's edge. "Now that the lake's full again, we need to reestablish old markers." "I'll start now!" Ivypaw began to dart away. "Ow!" She skidded to a halt and lifted her paw, ears flat, eyes round with pain. "What is it?" Cinderheart hurried to her apprentice and examined her paw. Ivypaw winced and tried to snatch it away. "Hold still," Cinderheart ordered. Grasping the apprentice's paw more tightly, she sniffed at the pad and began to pluck at the splinter with her teeth. "Ow-ww!" Ivypaw yowled, still trying to wriggle away. "Wait!" Cinderheart commanded through clenched teeth. "I've nearly got it." Keeping a firm grip on Ivypaw's paw, she gave one last tug and plucked out a ragged, bloody splinter. "StarClan's kits, that hurt!" Ivypaw hopped in a circle, cursing, then sucked at her pad. Dovepaw wove around her. "Are you all right?" Ivypaw's pelt gradually smoothed. She shook her paw, then inspected the small cut in the pad, oozing a tiny drop of blood. "That feels better." She sighed.Brambleclaw sniffed the splinter that Cinderheart had spat onto the ground, then glanced around the smooth grass at the top of the bank. His eyes darkened when he spotted the two halves of a broken stick buried in the long grass. "It must have come from that." Dovepaw recognized them at once. "I trod on that last time we were here." She dragged one half out and laid it at Brambleclaw's paws before dislodging the other half. Lionblaze stared at the broken pieces with wide, startled eyes. He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but Brambleclaw spoke first. "Throw them in the lake," the ThunderClan deputy ordered. "I don't want any more cats injured." Dovepaw picked up one half and dragged it to a high part of the bank where the water lapped the sandy cliff. She tossed it as far as she could, enjoying the splash when it hit the surface, and returned for the second piece. But Ivypaw was already heaving it over the edge, flinging it into the deep water. As the last part of the stick struck the waves, Dovepaw heard the agonized yowl of a cat in pain echoing through the trees. She froze, listening. Had another cat trodden on a splinter? She glanced back at her Clanmates, but they were calmly watching the two pieces of stick bob away from the bank. None of them had made a sound. Dovepaw frowned. She cast her senses farther, ears pricked, listening, trying to tell which cat had howled in agony. A scent drifted to her on the damp breeze, tinged with the echo of pain. Jayfeather! She could hear his rough tongue scraping the fur on his flank. His movements were urgent, as though he was trying to find the source of the injury. Fear brushed Dovepaw's pelt. When Jayfeather let out that terrible wail, it had sounded as if someone had sunk a claw into his heart. Now Lionblaze was standing beside her, his body tense as he stared at the pieces of stick floating out toward the middle of the lake. Worry clouded his gaze and, for a reason she couldn't explain, Dovepaw shivered.
CHAPTER 2 "Ouch!" Jayfeather staggered sideways as a pain, sharp as a hawk's talon, stabbed his side. He licked at it furiously, anticipating the tang of blood. But his pelt was unharmed. Puzzled, he sniffed the air, tasting the herbs laid out before him on the floor of the medicine cave. Reaching tentatively forward, he felt the space around him for any brambles. Nothing. Then what had stabbed him? He must have imagined it. Maybe the death of Leopardstar had pierced the air as StarClan mourned. Maybe Mistyfoot's naming ceremony had somehow touched him—the shock of new lives carried from her mind to his. He frowned. A change in a Clan's leadership was an important event; perhaps it was inevitable that it would affect him somehow. He padded along the row of herbs once more, the pain in his side easing to a dull ache. The leaves were drying nicely in the breeze that filtered through the brambles trailing at the den entrance, and there was enough sunshine striking into the hollow to warm the air. There was nothing left to do but wait. Enough time to check on Poppyfrost and her kits. Springing over the leaves, Jayfeather pushed his way through the entrance, the brambles stroking satisfyingly over his spine as he headed out of the den. Firestar was dozing on Highledge, his breath clouding in the cool morning air as he rested his chin over the edge of the jagged rock. Sandstorm lay beside him. Jayfeather could hear their fur brushing as their flanks gently rose and fell. They must have been night hunting again. Jayfeather knew that the ThunderClan leader and his mate sometimes liked to slip out of camp while their Clanmates slept and run through the woods. Images of their hunt filled Firestar's dreams now, and Jayfeather sensed joy as the ThunderClan leader relished the freedom of the forest, his mate at his side, the worries of the Clan left behind at the barrier of thorns. Jayfeather pulled his mind away, always uncomfortable at intruding on the thoughts of his Clanmates, though the temptation was never far away. "Come on, Blossompaw!" Graystripe called to the apprentice. "You're supposed to be helping, not playing." Blossompaw froze, her tail sweeping to a halt, leaves drifting from the stale-smelling bundle that she clutched between her paws. "Ha!" Briarpaw's pads brushed the earth as she skipped out of the way, and Jayfeather pictured the scene: Blossompaw had been about to send a shower of leaves over her littermate and had been caught in the act by Graystripe. "Sorry." Blossompaw swept her leaves toward Graystripe with her tail, and the gray warrior focused on his task once more; Jayfeather could hear his fur snagging against the prickles. "There are more holes in here than in a rabbit warren," he fretted. "I want them stuffed with leaves before the wind turns cold." Berrynose was picking through the brambles on the other side of the nursery. "It's just as bad over here," he reported. The cream-colored tom began crunching pawfuls of leaves in between the branches. It was his kits, after all, who were in the nursery along with his mate, Poppyfrost. Jayfeather was concentrating so hard on the two warriors working on the nursery walls that the flailing, fluffy bundle rolling into his paws made him jump. "Sorry, Jayfeather!" Cherrykit scrambled back toward her mother, who was basking on the sandy earth outside the nursery. "Watch where you're going," Poppyfrost chided. "Jayfeather!" Molekit mewled. The tiny kit pattered toward him. "Watch what I can do!" Jayfeather felt Poppyfrost tense at her kit's tactless words; he flicked his tail to let her know he wasn't offended. He liked the way kits didn't trip over themselves trying not to say the wrong thing to him. "Show me," he prompted Molekit. A scuffle of paws and a sudden "Oof!" were followed by purrs of amusement from Cherrykit. "That was the worst pounce I've ever seen," Cherrykit squeaked. "You do better, then!" Molekit challenged.Jayfeather heard her short, stumpy tail brush the ground as she crouched and prepared for her jump. As she leaped forward, a falling leaf brushed her pelt. Her paws skidded clumsily as surprise flashed through her. Molekit yowled with amusement. "Nice landing!" "Shut up!" Cherrykit huffed. "You're scared of a leaf!" "Am not!" "Are so!" "Molekit!" Poppyfrost's mew was stern. "Cherrykit's your sister. You must encourage her, not tease! True warriors help their Clanmates." Molekit scuffed his paws on the ground. "Okay," he muttered. The nursery entrance trembled as Ferncloud slid out. Though she had no kits of her own, she preferred to stay in the nursery, along with Daisy, helping the queens as they came and went with the seasons. The two she-cats had helped raise so many kits that, these days, cats were as likely to see young apprentices visit the nursery for advice as the elders' den. Especially now that Purdy had moved into the honeysuckle bush. Once the old loner started one of his stories, it could be sunset before a young cat got a word in edgewise. "How are you feeling?" Jayfeather asked Poppyfrost. He sensed the queen's weariness and felt a pang of sympathy. "The kits are doing well." He could hear Molekit scampering after Cherrykit. "Look out!" Graystripe warned, staggering on his hind paws as the kits raced past him. Poppyfrost purred. Jayfeather stifled an urge to ask exactly what it was about squirming, querulous, hungry kits that made queens so forgiving of the exhaustion, the endless demands, and the squabbles that flared up with every second heartbeat. "Are you eating and drinking plenty?" he checked. "I'm fine," Poppyfrost assured him. He could smell moss soaked in water lying beside Poppyfrost. It carried Berrynose's scent. Her mate was obviously making sure she had everything she needed. And judging from the contented aura swirling around the tortoiseshell queen, all the fears she'd had that Berrynose still pined for her sister, Honeyfern, had disappeared. The memory of Honeyfern, killed by an adder, was still strong in the Clan. Jayfeather sensed it like a lingering scent. But life moved on and Berrynose seemed happy with his new mate. Indeed, the whole Clan seemed content, the camp buzzing with soft mews. It was almost as though the drought had never happened. Leafpool and Squirrelflight padded through the camp entrance, the fragrant scent of prey clouding around them. Jayfeather snorted, fury rushing anew through his paws. Some things could never be forgotten. Or forgiven. The lies and betrayals that his mother and her littermate had woven around his and Lionblaze's birth left a taste foul as crow-food in his mouth. If they hadn't hidden the truth, conspiring like vixens, his sister, Hollyleaf, might never have disappeared behind the mudslide that blocked the tunnels. Bitterness rose in Jayfeather's throat. Despite what he and his littermates had been raised to believe, Crowfeather was their father, not Brambleclaw. And it was Leafpool who had kitted them. Squirrelflight had never been their mother. Mother! As far as Jayfeather was concerned, he had no mother now. The second hunting patrol returned just before sunhigh. Sorreltail, dozing below Highledge, scrambled to her paws as Cloudtail, Brightheart, and Whitewing dropped their catches on the fresh-kill pile. Thornclaw stretched beside her, purring hungrily at the scent of fresh prey. But it was a different scent that brought Jayfeather from his den. He'd been half expecting it all morning, ever since Dovepaw had woken him with the news about Mistyfoot. "RiverClan!" Ferncloud's alarm set the whole camp stirring, and Firestar bounded down from Highledge as Mistyfoot padded through the thorn tunnel with Mothwing at her heels. Jayfeather heard Ferncloud's tail swish the earth as she shooed Molekit and Cherrykit back toward their mother. Hostility prickled from Thornclaw and Dustpelt. Graystripe stopped work on the nursery wall and dropped onto four paws, curiosity pulsing from his pelt. Firestar crossed the clearing to greet the RiverClan cats. "Is everything all right?" Mistyfoot halted. "Leopardstar's dead." Jayfeather found himself caught in a flood of memories swirling through Firestar's mind: a forest fire; a kit rescued from a river; mountains, snowcapped and scented with danger; courage and stubbornness flashing in Leopardstar's amber gaze. Jayfeather caught his breath as the ThunderClan leader's grief pierced his own heart. Mothwing sighed. "We've just come from the Moonpool," she murmured. "Mistystar has received her nine lives." Firestar's whiskers brushed the ground as he dipped his head low. "Mistystar," he greeted the new RiverClan leader."Mistystar," Graystripe echoed the name respectfully. "Mistystar, Mistystar." The RiverClan leader's new name rippled through the watching Clan. Hostility faded like the morning dew. Firestar touched noses with the gray she-cat. "How's RiverClan?" he asked. "Greenleaf was harsh," Mistystar admitted. "We rely too much on the lake to survive without it." Longtail padded stiffly from the elders' den, his whiskers twitching with curiosity. Mousefur's tail rested on his shoulder, guiding him forward as Mistystar went on. "We lost three elders from thirst and hunger." Mousefur tensed. "Who?" "Blackclaw, Voletooth, and Dawnflower." Jayfeather heard Mousefur's pelt brush Longtail's as the old she-cat pressed closer to her denmate. Firestar sat beside Mistystar. "Take some strengthening herbs with you," he offered. "Thank you, we will, if you can spare them." Jayfeather wondered if Leopardstar would have accepted help so easily. "Mothwing." Firestar addressed the RiverClan medicine cat. "Go with Jayfeather. He'll give you the herbs." Jayfeather beckoned Mothwing with his tail. He relished the chance to be alone with her, intrigued about how she had managed Mistystar's naming ceremony when she didn't believe in StarClan. He held aside the brambles at the entrance to the den, unable to resist probing Mothwing's thoughts as she passed. But her mind was empty of everything except the ache in her paws. "Rest there." Jayfeather slipped into the medicine store and bundled together some of the newly dried leaves. Carrying the wad in his jaws, he placed it gently at her paws. "I can give you some ointment to soothe your pads," he offered. "No, thank you." Mothwing shifted her weight. "It's not much farther." "But the shore is stony." "I'll treat my paws when I get home," Mothwing insisted. "I'm already depriving you of enough supplies."