DEDICATION

  Special thanks to Cherith Baldry

  ALLEGIANCES

  THUNDERCLAN

  LEADER BRAMBLESTAR—dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

  DEPUTY SQUIRRELFLIGHT—dark ginger she-cat with green eyes and one white paw

  MEDICINE CATS LEAFPOOL—light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes and white paws and chest

  JAYFEATHER—gray tabby tom with blind blue eyes

  WARRIORS (toms and she-cats without kits)

  BRACKENFUR—golden-brown tabby tom

  CLOUDTAIL—long-haired white tom with blue eyes

  BRIGHTHEART—white she-cat with ginger patches

  THORNCLAW—golden-brown tabby tom

  WHITEWING—white she-cat with green eyes

  BIRCHFALL—light brown tabby tom

  BERRYNOSE—cream-colored tom with a stump for a tail

  MOUSEWHISKER—gray-and-white tom

  POPPYFROST—tortoiseshell she-cat

  CINDERHEART—gray tabby she-cat

  LIONBLAZE—golden tabby tom with amber eyes

  ROSEPETAL—dark cream she-cat

  BRIARLIGHT—dark brown she-cat, paralyzed in her hindquarters

  BLOSSOMFALL—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with petal-shaped white patches

  BUMBLESTRIPE—very pale gray tom with black stripes

  IVYPOOL—silver-and-white tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes

  DOVEWING—pale gray she-cat with green eyes

  CHERRYFALL—ginger she-cat

  APPRENTICE, SPARKPAW (orange tabby she-cat)

  MOLEWHISKER—brown-and-cream tom

  APPRENTICE, ALDERPAW (dark ginger tom with amber eyes)

  SNOWBUSH—white, fluffy tom

  AMBERMOON—pale ginger she-cat

  DEWNOSE—gray-and-white tom

  STORMCLOUD—(formerly Frankie); gray tabby tom

  HOLLYTUFT—black she-cat

  FERNSONG—yellow tabby tom

  SORRELSTRIPE—dark brown she-cat

  QUEENS (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)

  DAISY—cream, long-furred cat from the horseplace

  LILYHEART—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat (mother to Leafkit, a tortoiseshell she-kit, Larkkit, a black tom-kit, and Honeykit, a white she-kit with yellow splotches)

  ELDERS (former warriors and queens, now retired)

  PURDY—plump tabby, former loner with a gray muzzle

  GRAYSTRIPE—long-haired gray tom

  SANDSTORM—pale ginger she-cat with green eyes

  MILLIE—striped gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes

  SHADOWCLAN

  LEADER ROWANSTAR—ginger tom

  DEPUTY CROWFROST—black-and-white tom

  MEDICINE CAT LITTLECLOUD—very small tabby tom

  WARRIORS TAWNYPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

  APPRENTICE, NEEDLEPAW

  TIGERHEART—dark brown tabby tom

  APPRENTICE, SLEEKPAW

  STONEWING—white tom

  APPRENTICE, JUNIPERPAW

  SPIKEFUR—dark brown tom with tufty fur on his head

  APPRENTICE, YARROWPAW

  WASPTAIL—yellow tabby she-cat with green eyes

  APPRENTICE, STRIKEPAW

  DAWNPELT—cream-furred she-cat

  APPRENTICE, BEEPAW

  SNOWBIRD—sleek, lithe, well-muscled, pure white she-cat with green eyes

  SCORCHFUR—dark gray tom with slashed ears, one of which is torn

  BERRYHEART—black and white she-cat

  CLOVERFOOT—gray tabby she-cat

  RIPPLETAIL—white tom

  SPARROWTAIL—large tabby tom

  MISTCLOUD—spiky-furred, pale gray she-cat

  QUEENS GRASSHEART—pale brown tabby she-cat

  PINENOSE—black she-cat (mother to Birchkit, a beige tom-kit, Lionkit, a yellow she-kit with amber eyes, Puddlekit, a brown tom-kit with white splotches, and Slatekit, a sleek, gray tom-kit)

  ELDERS OAKFUR—small brown tom

  KINKFUR—tabby she-cat, with long fur that sticks out at all angles

  RATSCAR—brown tom with long scar across his back

  WINDCLAN

  LEADER ONESTAR—brown tabby tom

  DEPUTY HARESPRING—brown-and-white tom

  MEDICINE CAT KESTRELFLIGHT—mottled gray tom with white splotches like kestrel feathers

  WARRIORS NIGHTCLOUD—black she-cat

  GORSETAIL—very pale gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes

  CROWFEATHER—dark gray tom

  APPRENTICE, FERNPAW (dark brown she-cat)

  LEAFTAIL—dark tabby tom, amber eyes

  EMBERFOOT—gray tom with two dark paws

  BREEZEPELT—black tom with amber eyes

  FURZEPELT—gray-and-white she-cat

  LARKWING—pale brown tabby she-cat

  SEDGEWHISKER—light brown tabby she-cat

  SLIGHTFOOT—black tom with white flash on his chest

  OATCLAW—pale brown tabby tom

  FEATHERPELT—gray tabby she-cat

  HOOTWHISKER—dark gray tom

  QUEENS HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Smokekit, a gray she-kit, and Brindlekit, a mottled brown she-kit)

  ELDERS WHITETAIL—small white she-cat

  RIVERCLAN

  LEADER MISTYSTAR—gray she-cat with blue eyes

  DEPUTY REEDWHISKER—black tom

  MEDICINE CATS MOTHWING—dappled golden she-cat

  WILLOWSHINE—gray tabby she-cat

  WARRIORS MINTFUR—light gray tabby tom

  DUSKFUR—brown tabby she-cat

  APPRENTICE, SHADEPAW (dark brown she-cat)

  MINNOWTAIL—dark gray she-cat

  MALLOWNOSE—light brown tabby tom

  PETALFUR—gray-and-white she-cat

  BEETLEWHISKER—brown-and-white tabby tom

  CURLFEATHER—pale brown she-cat

  PODLIGHT—gray-and-white tom

  HERONWING—dark gray-and-black tom

  SHIMMERPELT—silver she-cat

  LIZARDTAIL—light brown tom

  APPRENTICE, FOXPAW (russet tabby tom)

  HAVENPELT—black-and-white she-cat

  PERCHWING—gray-and-white she-cat

  SNEEZECLOUD—gray-and-white tom

  BRACKENPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat

  JAYCLAW—gray tom

  OWLNOSE—brown tabby tom

  QUEENS LAKEHEART—gray tabby she-cat

  ICEWING—white she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Nightkit and Breezekit)

  ELDERS MOSSPELT—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

  MAPS

  CONTENTS

  Dedication

  Allegiances

  Maps

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Excerpt from Warriors: A Vision of Shadows #2: Thunder and Shadow

  Back Ads

  About the Author

  Books by Erin Hunter

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  PROLOGUE

  Jayfeather scrambled up the slope that led to the Moonpool, his paws skidding on the damp stones. A chill breeze ruffled his fur, an
d he shivered as his mother, Leafpool, hauled herself up the rocks to stand at his side.

  “Greenleaf is almost over,” she said. “We’ll need to stock up on herbs while we still can. Catmint, especially.”

  “Catmint!” Jayfeather’s tail-tip twitched impatiently. “You’re always meowing on about catmint. If you had your way, we’d fill our den with it and not leave room for anything else.”

  Leafpool gave him a friendly shove. “We could do worse. You know how quickly whitecough can turn to greencough if it’s not treated properly. The elders—”

  “Sandstorm, Graystripe, Millie, and Purdy are perfectly healthy,” Jayfeather interrupted. “Honestly, Leafpool, you coddle them too much. Besides, we have plenty of catmint growing by the old Twoleg nest. Enough even for you! So don’t expect me to go out gathering more.”

  As he finished speaking, he heard the scuffling of paws farther down the slope. The powerful watery scent of RiverClan swept over him as Mothwing and Willowshine, the RiverClan medicine cats, climbed up to join them.

  “We have plenty of catmint,” Mothwing announced mildly. “Just let us know if ThunderClan runs into problems.”

  “Thanks, Mothwing,” Leafpool meowed, while Jayfeather bit back a sharp retort.

  Like ThunderClan needs to rely on RiverClan for herbs!

  “Let’s get moving,” he urged the other medicine cats. “Littlecloud and Kestrelflight are ahead of us. I can scent their trail.”

  Taking the lead, Jayfeather bounded up the rest of the slope, sure-pawed in spite of his blindness, and pushed his way through the thick bushes that surrounded the hollow of the Moonpool. As he emerged, shaking his pelt, he could hear the splashing of the stream as it poured down the rocks, and he imagined the glitter of starshine on the surface of the water.

  “Welcome!” Littlecloud, the ShadowClan medicine cat, called out from the water’s edge below. “Kestrelflight and I thought you were never coming.”

  “Well, we’re here now,” Jayfeather responded.

  He began to descend the spiral path that led to the pool, his paws slipping easily into the prints left by the cats who used to live by the lake countless seasons before.

  “So long ago . . . ,” he whispered to himself, struggling with bittersweet memories of the time he had walked the same path with those ancient cats. The time he had set their paws on the journey that led them to the mountains. The time I shared tongues with Half Moon . . .

  Forcing himself back to the present, he joined Littlecloud and Kestrelflight beside the pool and waited for Leafpool, Mothwing, and Willowshine to pad down the path in turn. Then he settled himself at the water’s edge. He could hear the other medicine cats doing the same, spaced out along the bank.

  Even Mothwing, he thought, wondering once again how she could be a medicine cat when she didn’t believe in StarClan. All she’s going to get out of this is a nice, peaceful nap!

  Gradually the sound of cats shifting around faded, leaving only the endless cascade of falling water. Beneath the torrent Jayfeather’s acute hearing picked up the sound of Littlecloud’s breathing. There was a faint rasp in it, and now and then a hitch that reminded Jayfeather uncomfortably of how old the ShadowClan medicine cat was getting.

  He hasn’t taken an apprentice since Flametail’s death, Jayfeather reminded himself with a frown. ShadowClan is crawling with young cats. Surely one of them must be suitable?

  Determinedly Jayfeather banished his worries. Whatever might happen in the future, life was good in the Clans now. There had been plenty of prey throughout greenleaf, and every cat was healthy. Contentment crept over him like the taste of succulent prey as he closed his eyes, stretched out his neck, and touched his nose to the water of the Moonpool.

  Jayfeather became aware of sunlight beating down on his fur. His nose twitched at the scent of green, growing things, carried to him on a warm breeze. Stretching luxuriously, he opened his eyes.

  What in the name of StarClan . . . ?

  Springing to his paws, Jayfeather stared around him. He was standing in the middle of a stretch of lush grass, bordered by leaf-laden trees. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the gentle bubbling of a stream. And all around him, blinking at one another in confusion, were his fellow medicine cats.

  This can’t be right, Jayfeather told himself, every hair on his pelt rising in apprehension. Once he had been able to walk in the dreams of other cats, but he had lost that power after the battle against the cats of the Dark Forest, almost eighteen moons ago. And now we’re walking in one another’s dreams. The medicine cats of all four Clans stood together on the sunny grass of StarClan’s hunting grounds. Does that mean StarClan has an important message for all of us?

  “What’s happening?” Kestrelflight asked, his eyes wide and scared.

  Littlecloud shook his head in bewilderment. “It’s very odd . . . ,” he mewed.

  Leafpool and Willowshine had their heads together and were talking in quick, anxious murmurs. Jayfeather padded toward them, only to halt as he spotted a group of cats approaching from beyond the trees. They moved in a haze of starshine, with a frosty glitter at their paws and around their ears. A noble tom with a flame-colored pelt paced in the lead. A shiver ran through Jayfeather’s pelt as he recognized the former ThunderClan leader.

  Leafpool let out a cry of joy. “Firestar!”

  A wave of affection flooded over Jayfeather as he watched her race across the grass to touch noses with her father.

  Kestrelflight bounded after her to meet Barkface, who had been his mentor in WindClan; the two medicine cats immediately fell into deep conversation. Willowshine padded up to Leopardstar and dipped her head respectfully as she greeted the previous RiverClan leader. Littlecloud and Flametail settled down together on the grass, sharing tongues and purring with delight, while ShadowClan’s former leader Blackstar looked on approvingly.

  Jayfeather set off more slowly to greet the StarClan cats. Though he was pleased to see them, his paws still prickled with uneasiness. I want to know what all this is about.

  He noticed more cats standing in the shade of the trees, barely visible except as glimmers of starlight. Scanning them closely, Jayfeather realized that he didn’t recognize any of them. Parting his jaws, he inhaled deeply to draw their scent into his mouth, and he tasted something he had never encountered before.

  Narrowing his eyes, Jayfeather strode up to Firestar. “What’s going on?” he demanded. “Who are those strange cats?”

  “Greetings to you too, Jayfeather,” Firestar responded.

  Jayfeather’s tail-tip twitched impatiently. “Well?”

  Firestar cleared his throat and glanced at the other StarClan cats, who broke off their conversations to cluster around him.

  “I suppose you can go ahead and speak for us all this time,” Leopardstar remarked drily to the flame-colored tom. “You’re obviously planning to anyway.”

  The other medicine cats had drawn closer to Jayfeather, who saw Kestrelflight shifting his paws uneasily, as if he wanted to speak but was uncomfortable with this shared vision.

  Jayfeather gave him a prod. “Spit it out,” he growled.

  “Maybe each of us medicine cats should speak privately with our own Clanmates,” Kestrelflight suggested diffidently. “There might be things to discuss that are private to our Clans.”

  “No,” Barkface meowed gently, touching his nose to Kestrelflight’s shoulder. “We have a prophecy for all of you—one that concerns all the Clans.”

  Jayfeather felt his heart start to beat faster. Not another prophecy! he groaned inwardly. Does this mean our seasons of peace are coming to an end?

  “A prophecy, and a promise too,” Firestar meowed. He was staring directly into Jayfeather’s eyes, as if he knew the words Jayfeather hadn’t spoken aloud. “A time of great change is coming for all the Clans. Embrace what you find in the shadows, for only they can clear the sky.”

  He stopped speaking, while the StarClan ancestors gazed impressively at the m
edicine cats.

  When the silence had stretched out for several heartbeats, Jayfeather lashed his tail in frustration. “What does that mean?” he demanded, glaring at Firestar. Sarcasm filled his voice like a scratching claw as he added, “If you try really hard, do you think you could be a bit more obscure?”

  Firestar gazed at Jayfeather with a mixture of affection and irritation. But the vision was already beginning to fade. The shapes of the StarClan cats shone out in a blaze of starlight, dazzling Jayfeather and the other medicine cats. The sky darkened as if clouds were racing to cover the sun.

  But before his vision left him, Jayfeather spotted from the corner of his eye another cat he did not immediately recognize: a very young tom standing a pace or two back from the circle of medicine cats. As Jayfeather turned to face him, he bounded away, so that all Jayfeather saw clearly was the flick of a white-tipped tail.

  Jayfeather took a breath to catch his scent. That’s a living cat! he realized. And he smells strongly of ThunderClan.

  CHAPTER 1

  Alderkit stood in front of the nursery, nervously shifting his weight. He unsheathed his claws, digging them into the beaten earth of the stone hollow, then sheathed them again and shook dust from his paws.

  Now what happens? he asked himself, his belly churning as he thought about his apprentice ceremony, which was only moments away. What if there’s some sort of assessment before I can be an apprentice?

  Alderkit thought he had heard something about an assessment once. Perhaps it had been a few moons ago when Hollytuft, Fernsong, and Sorrelstripe had been made warriors. But I can’t really remember. . . . I was so little then.

  His heart started to pound faster and faster. He tried to convince himself that some cat would have told him if he was supposed to prove that he was ready. Because I’m not sure that I am ready to become an apprentice. Not sure at all. What if I can’t do it?

  Deep in his own thoughts, Alderkit jumped in surprise as a cat nudged him hard from behind. Spinning around, he saw his sister Sparkkit, her orange tabby fur bushing out in all directions.

  “Aren’t you excited?” she asked with an enthusiastic bounce. “Don’t you want to know who your mentor will be? I hope I get someone fun! Not a bossy cat like Berrynose, or one like Whitewing. She sticks so close to the rules I think she must recite the warrior code in her sleep!”