Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20 Tigerclaw turned to his warriors, his pale eyes flashing with frustration. "We'll have to wait," he snarled. The patrol turned and began to trudge home. Fireheart sent up a wordless prayer of thanks to StarClan, but there was a bitter taste in his throat. Now he would never know if he could have gone through with the raid. It wasn't only Graystripe he didn't trust; he didn't even trust himself. Fireheart kept silent all the way home. Every now and then he saw Tigerclaw flash a glance at him over his massive brown shoulder. It was a slow journey. The light of the short leaf-bare day was fading when they finally reached the top of the ravine. Fireheart waited for the other warriors to pick their way down first. By the time he padded through the gorse tunnel, Tigerclaw was already explaining to the disappointed Clan that the river had thawed. Fireheart skirted the edge of the clearing, looking for Graystripe. He needed to know if his friend had slipped out of the camp. Instinctively he headed for the nursery. As he approached the

tangled mass of brambles, he heard a familiar meow. "Fireheart!" Fireheart felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Graystripe was actually grateful he had offered to take the final place in the raiding party? He followed his friend's voice into the shadows behind the nursery. Fireheart mewed quietly into the gloom, but he couldn't see Graystripe anywhere. Suddenly something crashed into his side with a mighty thump. Fireheart spun around, all his senses alert. He saw Graystripe with his hackles raised, silhouetted in the dimness. Graystripe lunged again. Fireheart ducked just in time as Graystripe swung a wide gray paw at his ear. "What are you doing?" Fireheart spluttered. Graystripe flattened his ears and hissed, "You didn't trust me! You thought I would betray ThunderClan!" He aimed another swipe. This one caught the tip of Fireheart's ear. Pain and fury shot through him. "I just wanted to save you from having to make a choice!" he spat. "Although it's true that I'm not sure where

your loyalties lie right now." Graystripe flew at him and knocked him backward. The two cats tussled, claws unsheathed. "I make my own choices," Graystripe snarled. Fireheart struggled free and leaped onto Graystripe's back. "I was trying to protect you." "I don't need protecting!" Blinded by anger, Fireheart dug his claws into Graystripe's pelt, but Graystripe flipped Fireheart over and together they rolled out from behind the nursery. The cats in the clearing sprang out of the way as the two young warriors bundled into them. Fireheart yowled with rage as Graystripe bit his foreleg. He thrust upward with a claw and raked Graystripe above his eye. Graystripe retaliated by lunging downward and sinking his teeth into Fireheart's hind leg. "Stop this at once!" Bluestar's stern yowl made Fireheart and Graystripe freeze. Fireheart released his grip on Graystripe and shuffled painfully sideways. Graystripe backed away, his fur bristling. Out of the corner of his eye, Fireheart

saw Tigerclaw sneering with barely suppressed delight, curling his lip back to reveal his teeth. "Fireheart, I want to see you in my den—now!" Bluestar growled, her blue eyes flashing fire. "Graystripe, go to your nest and stay there!" The rest of the Clan melted away into the shadows. Fireheart limped after Bluestar to her den. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, feeling worn out and confused. Bluestar sat down on the sandy floor and stared at Fireheart in disbelief for a moment. Then she meowed angrily, "What was that all about?" Fireheart shook his head. As furious as he was, he could not reveal his friend's secret. Bluestar closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I realize feelings are running high in the camp right now, but I never expected to see you and Graystripe fighting. Are you hurt?" Fireheart could feel his ear and hind leg stinging, but he shrugged and murmured, "No." "Are you going to tell me what this is about?" Fireheart met her gaze as steadily as she could. "Bluestar, I'm sorry. I can't explain." At least that much is true, he thought.

"Very well," meowed Bluestar at last. "You two can sort it out on your own. The Clan is facing a difficult time, and I won't tolerate this sort of infighting. Do you understand?" "Yes, Bluestar," Fireheart answered. "May I go?" Bluestar nodded and Fireheart turned and slunk out of her den. He knew he had let his old mentor down. But there was no way he could confide in her. Last time he'd done that, about Ravenpaw's accusation against Tigerclaw, she hadn't believed him. And if she believed him this time, he would be betraying his best friend. Feeling sick with worry, Fireheart crept across the clearing and slipped inside the warriors' den. He settled into his nest beside Graystripe and curled himself into a tight ball. He lay there, unmoving, aware of Graystripe's tense body beside his, until sleep finally overcame him. Fireheart awoke early the next morning. The sun hadn't risen yet and the clearing was empty as he padded across to Yellowfang's den. He wanted to see Cinderpaw.

Yellowfang was asleep, curled up beside Brindleface's sick kits. They squirmed quietly in their nest, their eyes closed. Yellowfang was snoring loudly. Fireheart didn't want to wake her, so he crept over to Cinderpaw's nest and peered in. The little gray cat was asleep too. The blood had been washed from her fur. Fireheart wondered whether she had cleaned it herself or whether Yellowfang had washed it off. Fireheart crouched beside Cinderpaw and watched her breathe. There was something calming about the way her sides rose and fell. She seemed much more peaceful than when he last visited. He stayed with her until the dawn light filtered through the ferns and he heard the Clan begin to stir. Fireheart got to his paws. He leaned into Cinderpaw's nest and touched her side softly with his nose. As he turned to leave, Yellowfang stretched and opened her eyes. "Fireheart?" "I came to see Cinderpaw," he whispered. "She's doing well," meowed Yellowfang, pushing herself up.