The old cat just gave an amused snort and bent his head to devour the remains of the mouse. Hollypaw curled up beside him in the long grass, and the sound of his contented purr filled her ears as she slept.
CHAPTER 18
Jaypaw tried to sink his claws into the bare rock. The wind buffeted him, threatening to hurl him off the narrow ridge of stone where he clung, terrified. Above his head were the stars, cold and glittering; around his paws nothing but shadows, blotting out everything but a few tail-lengths of rock, sharp as a cat’s spine.
Somewhere in front of him the shadows parted and a cat paced toward him. Jaypaw recognized the lumpy, hairless body and sightless eyes of Rock. The ancient cat drew closer, balancing as easily on the thin claw of stone as if the forest stretched all around him.
“I’m here, just like you said.” Jaypaw tried not to let his voice quiver. “You told me to come to the mountains, remember?”
Rock shook his head. “There should be three of you.”
“There are three of us,” Jaypaw protested, glancing back over his shoulder to see if he could spot Lionpaw and Hollypaw. “I must have left them behind on the climb. They can’t—”
His last word rose into a terrified yowl as his paws slipped on the rocky ridge. He clawed frantically, but he couldn’t get a grip on the smooth stone. He felt himself plunging into the shadows, down and down…
“Wake up!” Jaypaw felt a paw jabbing him in the ribs. It was Lionpaw. “For StarClan’s sake, you’re thrashing around like a dying fish.”
Relief flooded over him. He was safe in his makeshift nest at the edge of the forest, and Lionpaw was with him. Tasting the air, he picked up Hollypaw’s scent nearby and relaxed even more, shaking off the last clinging cobwebs of the dream. He struggled to his paws and arched his back in a long stretch. The chill of dawn crept into his pelt, and he could hear the other cats stirring around him.
“Brambleclaw says we can hunt,” Lionpaw mewed, “but we have to be quick. There’s a long way to go if we’re going to reach the mountains by nightfall.”
Jaypaw was crouched on the dewy grass devouring a vole when he heard Tawnypelt’s paw steps. “It’s time to leave,” she announced.
He gulped down the last couple of mouthfuls and padded over to join the other cats.
“Purdy, it’s been great traveling with you again,” Brambleclaw was meowing. “And we’re especially grateful to you for rescuing those mouse-brained apprentices. But we can’t ask you to go any farther from your home.”
Calling out last good-byes to Purdy, the cats set off through the trees. Lionpaw and Hollypaw came to pad along beside Jaypaw, their pelts brushing his on either side. In contrast to the days before, they padded on in tense silence as the sun climbed above the trees.
Suddenly Hollypaw’s tail on his shoulder brought Jaypaw to a halt. He could feel the sun warmer on his pelt and a whisper of breeze stirring his whiskers. They must have reached the other side of the forest.
“It’s amazing!” Hollypaw whispered.
“What?” Irritation pricked at Jaypaw’s pelt, annoyance that he couldn’t see whatever it was Hollypaw was mewing about.
“The mountains.” It was Lionpaw who replied, his voice awestruck. “They’re vast!”
“It’s this huge wall of stone,” Hollypaw explained. “All gray and steep and bare, apart from a few cracks with grass growing in them. Jaypaw, I wish you could see. It goes up forever!”
“I can’t even see the top,” Lionpaw added. “It’s hidden in the clouds.”
“Home.” Brook’s whisper came from just in front of Jaypaw. He sensed her mingled longing and fear; the same tension came from the other Tribe cats. They must be scared of what lay ahead, facing intruders in the place they had always thought of as theirs and theirs alone.
“Tribe of Endless Hunting.” The low murmur came from Night. “Watch over us and guide our paw steps.”
Jaypaw shivered. Can StarClan still see us here? Even though he knew that one day he would have more power than StarClan, he felt exposed and vulnerable under an indifferent sky.
“We’ve made good time,” Talon meowed. “We can climb up to our cave before dark.”
“Are you sure?” Squirrelflight’s voice was doubtful. “Remember the apprentices aren’t experienced climbers. We don’t want to be stuck out on the mountain overnight.”
“Are we going to be held up by the apprentices again?” Talon retorted.
Jaypaw bristled at the anger in his tone, especially as he knew it was justified. What had Lionpaw and Hollypaw been thinking of, going into the barn like that and risking everything?
“The apprentices will be fine,” Stormfur stated calmly. “We can help them. What do you think, Brambleclaw?”
There was a pause before Brambleclaw replied. “Okay, let’s go.”
Jaypaw bounded beside his littermates as they crossed an open space. Gradually the ground began to slope upward; the grass beneath his paws grew thinner, and there were patches of loose soil mixed with grit that caught between his claws. Soon the slope was so steep that his paws started to slip.
“Mouse dung!” he muttered, clawing for a grip.
“Here.” Squirrelflight’s scent wreathed around him and he felt her tail guiding him to one side. His paws met solid rock.
“There’s a path we can follow,” his mother mewed. “There’s a drop on this side, so make sure your pelt keeps brushing the rock on the other.”
Jaypaw padded behind Tawnypelt with Squirrelflight just behind him. He could scent his littermates a short way ahead. He began to feel more confident; this was a bit like climbing to the Highledge or making the journey to the Moonpool.
I can do those without any trouble. I’ll be fine here.
But as the path twisted higher into the mountains his confidence began to ebb. He kept picturing the long drop his mother had warned him about, and knew that a single misstep would send him plummeting into the depths. Cold wind buffeted him, threatening to carry him off his paws. The rock was hard, and he couldn’t see to avoid the sharp stones that cut his pads.
A harsh screech sounded from somewhere above. Startled, Jaypaw stumbled and only Squirrelflight’s shoulder, pushing up against his side, kept him on his paws.
“What was that?” he gasped.
“An eagle,” his mother replied. “They can be dangerous, but that one is far away. It won’t bother us.”
“I wish it would,” Stormfur called from behind. “We’d all have a good meal then.”
Squirrelflight gently nudged Jaypaw forward again, but before he’d gone more than a few paw steps, he heard Night’s voice from somewhere above his head. “Wait! Stop, all of you!”
Jaypaw halted, his nose bumping Tawnypelt’s tail. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“There’s a gap here,” Brambleclaw called, his voice echoing from the rocks. “We’ll have to jump.”
Jaypaw’s paws tingled with fear but he held his head high, refusing to show the Tribe cats he was scared. Squirrelflight pressed against his flank, and he was glad of her silent support.
“Come on, Lionpaw.” Brambleclaw’s voice came again, warm and encouraging. “You’ve leaped the stream on the WindClan border, and this is no farther.” There was a brief silence, then he meowed, “Well done! Breezepaw next.”
Jaypaw flexed his claws, scraping them on the hard stone of the path as he waited for his turn. He hated this place and couldn’t think why he had ever wanted to come. He had expected to discover the landscape of his dreams; instead, the wind wafted unfamiliar scents to him, and he had no sense of Rock’s presence or any warrior ancestors. His helplessness made him angry, too.
His fear mounted as he heard Tawnypelt encouraging Hollypaw to make the leap. “Don’t look down,” the ShadowClan she-cat meowed. “Keep your eyes on Brambleclaw.”
“I’ll be okay.” Hollypaw sounded tense.
A moment later Jaypaw heard a yowl of congratulations from Lionpaw and knew that his sist
er had made the leap safely. Tawnypelt’s scent suddenly faded, telling him that she too had jumped across the gap. Now there was no cat between him and the yawning abyss that he could imagine in front of his paws. The fur on his shoulders began to bristle.
“Now listen.” Squirrelflight was close beside him. “The gap is a couple of fox-lengths ahead and about three tail-lengths wide. You’ve jumped that far before. Take three paw steps for a run-up, then jump.”
“I’m right here, Jaypaw,” Brambleclaw called. “I’ll grab you as soon as you’re across.”
“Okay,” Jaypaw called back, proud that his voice didn’t shake. All his muscles tensed. “I’m coming now.”
Not giving himself a chance to hesitate, he launched himself forward, his paws skimming the rock before his hind legs thrust him into the air. His heart pounded in a moment’s wild panic; then his paws hit rock with a thud. He staggered and felt Lionpaw’s shoulder steadying him.
“Great leap!” his brother mewed. “Practice a bit more and you’ll be a flying cat.”
“No way,” Jaypaw muttered. He stood still, forcing his breathing to steady and his pelt to lie flat again.
By the time the rest of the cats had leaped across the gap, he was ready to go on, even beginning to feel pleased with himself. That would show the Tribe cats whether a blind apprentice could make the journey!
Now he sensed that their path led between towering walls of stone. The air around them was still, though he could hear wind whining among the rocks above. Their voices echoed and the rattle of loose stones dislodged by their paw steps sounded unnaturally loud.
“Best keep quiet,” Talon meowed. “We’re getting closer, and there might be intruders around.”
The path seemed to wind and curl back on itself. Once Jaypaw heard the gurgle of falling water and his paws splashed through a shallow stream. His belly rumbled as he picked up the scents of prey. They were faint and sparse, and he wondered why any cats would want to live in such an unfriendly place, much less fight over it.
He heard Breezepaw ask if they could stop and hunt, and Crowfeather snapped at him that there was no time. “You might want to spend the night out here, but I don’t!”
“There’ll be fresh-kill when we get to the cave,” Brook mewed.
Jaypaw wondered if she was right. Wasn’t part of the Tribe’s problem that the intruders were taking all their prey? He tried to sense the passage of time. Was the sun going down, filling the cleft where they walked with shadows? Back in the forest, there was so much to tell him when sunset was approaching: changes in wind and scent, the fading of birdsong, the cool touch of grass blades as twilight covered them. Here there was nothing to guide him.
The rocky path began to slope upward and the breeze picked up again, as if they were climbing out of the valley. Suddenly Jaypaw heard a yowl from above his head.
“Lionpaw, come up here! I can see forever!” Hollypaw’s voice was full of excitement.
Night gave a furious hiss. Talon growled, “I said quiet.”
“Hollypaw, get down at once,” Squirrelflight ordered.
The cats halted. A couple of heartbeats later came the patter of paws and Hollypaw’s voice again. “Sorry, I forgot.” But Jaypaw didn’t think she was sorry; excitement was still rushing through her like a river in flood. “But it’s awesome. You can see the whole world!”
“If you’ve warned the intruders—” Talon began and broke off.
Jaypaw was aware of something approaching. There was no sound, only a disturbance in the air that told him of swift movement. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered.
“It’s them,” Talon mewed tersely.
“Then we’d better get out of here,” Brambleclaw began.
“Too late,” Night interrupted him. “Keep together. Put the apprentices in the center.”
Jaypaw was almost jostled off his paws as Crowfeather shoved him against the others.
“We can fight!” Lionpaw insisted.
“Yes, you don’t have to protect us,” Hollypaw added.
Breezepaw said nothing, only let out a defiant snarl.
None of the older cats paid them any attention. Jaypaw found himself crushed against Hollypaw on one side and Breezepaw on the other, with the experienced fighters in a circle around them. Hollypaw was muttering curses under her breath.
Now Jaypaw could hear the beat of paws on rock and pick up unfamiliar cat scent: three or four of them, he guessed. He heard aggressive hisses from the warriors around him.
Then a strange voice spoke. “What have we here?”
CHAPTER 19
Hollypaw slid out her claws, muscles tensed to spring into battle. If she hadn’t yowled like that, they might have been able to sneak past the trespassers. At least there were only four strange cats confronting them. If it came to a fight, there was no way the newcomers would win. They might have had an easy time with the Tribe, but they would soon find out what it was like to mess with trained Clan warriors!
The cat who had spoken was a large tom; dark stripes rippled on his silver tabby fur and his insolent amber eyes traveled lazily from cat to cat. His three companions pressed up close behind him: a skinny light brown tom with large pointed ears that swiveled alertly back and forth, a dark-brown-and-white she-cat with green eyes, and a young tortoiseshell with white streaks like lightning on her face.
“I’ve seen you before,” the silver tabby taunted Talon. “What are you doing, so far away from the waterfall? I didn’t think you hunted in these parts anymore.”
The skinny brown cat gave him a nudge in the shoulder. “Do you think they’re scared, Stripes?”
Stripes blinked slowly. “Flick, you could be right. I reckon they’ve realized that the prey around here belongs to us.” His tongue swiped across his jaws. “That was a great rabbit I had this morning. Good and fat, more than I could eat.”
“You should show more respect for prey!” Crowfeather snapped.
Flick spat. “Who are you to tell us what to do?”
Crowfeather’s lip curled to bare his teeth in a snarl. “Want to find out?”
Brambleclaw touched the WindClan warrior’s shoulder with his tail tip, a warning gesture. “We’re not looking for a fight,” he murmured.
Crowfeather cast him an angry glance but said no more, though his claws scraped the hard ground and his tail twitched.
“What are you going to do with them, Stripes?” the skinny cat asked.
Before the silver tabby could answer, Night took a pace forward. She was stiff-legged with fury, her pelt bristling. “You’ve no right to do anything with us!” she hissed. “You’ve no right to come here and steal our prey.”
“Rights?” The brown-and-white she-cat spoke for the first time. “Who gave you the right in the first place?”
“Well said, Flora,” the skinny cat snickered.
The brown-and-white cat’s question cut across Hollypaw’s fury. She had been ready to fight on behalf of the Tribe. This was their territory, watched over by their warrior ancestors! But Flora’s question didn’t have an answer. Maybe the Tribe cats didn’t have the right to drive out the intruders.
“We’re not looking for trouble,” Brambleclaw mewed quietly, resting his tail on Night’s bristling shoulders. “We’re just traveling to the waterfall. You should let us go in peace.”
Stripes and Flick glanced at each other, then Stripes took a pace back, gesturing up the valley with his tail. “We’re not trying to stop you.”
Oh, no? Hollypaw thought. Their approach had been aggressive, bounding over the rocks with lashing tails and pelts fluffed out, until they realized that they had encountered too many cats to fight with any hope of winning. They could pretend all they liked, but she knew they would have attacked if they had met the Tribe cats on their own.
Brambleclaw dipped his head with cold politeness and led his group onward up the valley. The intruders watched them go, mockery in the eyes of the two toms. For a heartbeat Hollypaw met the gaze of the
young tortoiseshell, who had waited a little way behind the others, watching but not speaking. If she had been a Clan cat, she would have been an apprentice. She might have been my friend.
Breezepaw was clearly seeing nothing but enemies. As he stalked past the intruders he lashed his tail, letting out a furious spit.
Instantly his father nudged his haunches, thrusting him ahead. “Are you mouse-brained? Do you want to cause a fight?”
“They’re asking for it,” Breezepaw mumbled.
Hollypaw noticed that Lionpaw still had his claws unsheathed, as if for a couple of mouse tails he would have sprung at the newcomers, but he didn’t make his hostility as obvious as Breezepaw.
All the way up the valley Hollypaw felt the eyes of the intruders boring into her back. She let out a sigh of relief when she rounded a jutting spur of rock and they were left behind. Around her she could feel the other cats beginning to relax, too.
“This is dreadful!” Brook exclaimed. “Do these cats think they can tell you where you can go? Are the Tribe cats prisoners in their own cave?”
“It’s not quite as bad as that,” Night replied.
“But they thought they could order us around! Can you still get out to hunt?”
Talon padded up to Brook’s side. “It’s true, the intruders are getting more and more confident. They come right up to the waterfall to take prey now.”
“They know we can’t stop them,” Night added bitterly.
“What does Stoneteller think?” Brook asked.
Talon shrugged. “He says we shouldn’t challenge them, for our own safety.”
What good is that? Hollypaw wondered. Stoneteller is the Tribe’s leader. He should do something!
Brook shook her head, dropping back a few paces so that she could brush pelts with Stormfur as they continued up the valley. The gray warrior had been silent through the encounter with the intruders. His eyes were full of sorrow; Hollypaw guessed he was remembering the battle he had led the Tribe into, and the cats who had lost their lives.
Scarlet streaked the sky as the sun went down. The jutting mountain peaks cast deep shadows; in the open the rocks looked as if they were bathed with blood. Hollypaw shivered, imagining she could hear the shrieks of cats dying in battle.