Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14 "Firestar," meowed Graystripe. "I want to ask you something." Firestar was crouching by the nettle patch. He had just seen Brackenfur leaving at the head of the evening patrol, and now he was eating his share of fresh-kill before rounding up a patrol of his own for an extra check on the ShadowClan border. "Sure," he replied. "What is it?" Graystripe crouched beside him, but before he could speak Tawnypaw came stalking out of the elders' den, her head and her tail held high as she headed for the gorse tunnel. Her amber eyes blazed with anger. Bramblepaw emerged behind her, his jaws clamped on a bundle of bedding moss. He looked worried. "Tawnypaw!" Firestar called. "What's the matter?" For a heartbeat he thought the apprentice was going to ignore him. Then she veered sharply to stand in front of him. "Smallear!" she spat. "If ever a cat asked to have his fur clawed off—" "You shouldn't talk like that about an elder," Firestar rebuked her. "Smallear's given good

service to the Clan and we should respect that." "What about a bit of respect for me?" Tawnypaw was so furious she seemed to have forgotten she was talking to her leader. "Just because I was a little late going to clear out the old bedding, Smallear said that Tigerstar had never wanted to serve the elders either, and he could see I was going to turn out just like my father." She scraped her claws on the sandy floor of the clearing as if she were picturing the old tom's fur. "It's not the first time he's said things, either. I don't see why I should have to put up with it!" While she was speaking, Bramblepaw had come to join them, putting down the moss he was carrying. "You know Smallear's joints are aching because of the cold weather," he meowed. "You're not my mentor!" Tawnypaw flared up at her brother. "Don't tell me what to do." "Calm down, Tawnypaw," Firestar mewed. He wanted to reassure her that no cat believed she would end up a murderer and traitor like her father, but he knew that wasn't entirely true. "You're doing very well as an apprentice, and you're going to make a great warrior. Sooner or

later the Clan will see that." "That's what I've been telling her," Bramblepaw meowed, and added to his sister, "We've got to live down what Tigerstar did. That's the only way the Clan will believe in our loyalty." "Some cats believe in it already," Graystripe put in, and Bramblepaw flashed him a grateful glance. The worst of Tawnypaw's fury was fading, though her amber eyes still burned. With a toss of her head she turned away, flinging her parting words over her shoulder as she stalked toward the gorse tunnel. "I'm going to fetch some fresh moss." "I'm sorry, Firestar," Bramblepaw murmured when she had gone. "But Tawnypaw's right to be upset." "I know," Firestar reassured him. "If I can catch Smallear at a good moment, I'll have a word with him." "Thanks, Firestar." Bramblepaw dipped his head in gratitude, picked up his moss, and hurried after his sister. Firestar gazed worriedly after the two

apprentices. He must talk to Smallear, he decided, and soon. Constantly taunting the young cats about their parent age was not the way to ensure their loyalty to ThunderClan. Realising that Graystripe was still waiting patiently beside him, he mewed, "Okay, tell me what's on your mind." "It's my kits," Graystripe confessed. "Ever since the Gathering, I can't get them out of my mind. Mistyfoot and Stonefur weren't there, so I couldn't ask them for news, but now that Tigerstar has essentially taken over RiverClan, I'm sure my kits are in danger." Firestar took a bite of vole and chewed thoughtfully. "I don't see why they should be at risk more than any other cat," he replied, swallowing his mouthful. "Tigerstar will want to look after all the apprentices to guarantee a strong fighting force." Graystripe didn't look reassured. "But Tigerstar knows who their father is," he pointed out. "He hates me, and I'm worried that he'll take it out on Featherpaw and Stormpaw." Firestar realized that Graystripe had a fair

point about Tigerstar's hostility. "What would you like to do?" Graystripe blinked nervously. "I want you to come with me across the river and bring them back to ThunderClan." Firestar stared at his friend. "Are you completely mouse-brained? You're asking your Clan leader to stroll into RiverClan territory and steal a couple of apprentices?" Graystripe scraped his forepaw on the ground. "Well, if you put it like that…" "How else would you put it?" Firestar tried to control his shock, but Graystripe's suggestion was too close to Brokentail's old crime of stealing kits. If Firestar agreed and RiverClan found out about it, they would be justified in attacking ThunderClan. And with ShadowClan to help them, that was a risk Firestar couldn't take. "I knew you wouldn't listen." Graystripe turned and began to retreat, his tail drooping. "I am listening. Graystripe, come back and let's think about this." As Graystripe stopped, Firestar went on: "You don't know that Featherpaw and Stormpaw are in danger. And they're apprentices

now, not kits. They have the right to decide their own future. What if they want to stay in RiverClan?" "I know." Graystripe sounded despairing. "Don't worry, Firestar. I understand there's nothing you can do to help." "I didn't say that." Against all his better judgment, Firestar knew he couldn't stand by and do nothing to help his friend. Graystripe pricked his ears, half-hopeful, as Firestar went on: "Suppose we go over there quietly, just the two of us, and check on them? If they're okay, then you won't need to worry any more. If they're not, I'll tell them there's a place for them in ThunderClan, if that's what they choose." Graystripe's yellow eyes had begun to glow as Firestar spoke. "That's great!" he meowed. "Thanks, Firestar. Can we go now?" "If you like. Let me finish this vole first. You find Whitestorm and tell him he's in charge of the camp. But don't tell him where we're going," he added quickly. Graystripe bounded off to the warriors' den while Firestar swallowed the last few gulps of vole