Pebble’s eyes were gleaming. “Did you see them run?” she mewed.
“I always knew the Clans would sort out the Tribe’s problems,” Breezepaw told her loftily. “You’ll be grateful to us for ever!”
Catching Hollypaw’s troubled green gaze, Lionpaw could see that she wasn’t so sure. But the battle was won. He had won the battle. And he would fight it all over again in a heartbeat.
CHAPTER 29
Jaypaw lay in the sleeping hollow where the scents of his littermates still lingered. He did not try to sleep; his ears were pricked for the first sounds of the returning warriors. His belly churned with apprehension. What if Hollypaw or Lionpaw died in the battle? What would happen to the prophecy then, if three suddenly became two—or even one? How could he bear to be without them?
The endless thunder of the waterfall sounded different, hollow and echoing, with the cave almost empty. The two kit-mothers were with their litters in the nursery. The elders, Cloud With Storm in Belly and Rain That Rattles on Stones, had retreated to their sleeping places at the other side of the cave. Wing Shadow Over Water, the prey-hunter who had been badly injured in the fight over the eagle, was sleeping nearby. Every other cat had gone to fight, for there was no point in leaving guards to protect the cave when all the intruders would be caught up in the battle.
Eventually Jaypaw couldn’t bear to keep still any longer. He rose to his paws and padded across the cave, pausing to lick up a few icy drops where they trickled from the rock into the pool of fresh water. Then he slipped down the passage that led to the Cave of Pointed Stones.
Inside, all was silent. Jaypaw felt the faint stir of wind against his face and drew in the scent of the Tribe’s Healer, strong and fresh.
“Stoneteller?” he mewed.
“I am here, Jaypaw.” The old cat’s voice came from the far end of the cave; it sounded sad and defeated. “What do you want?”
“Is there any word from the Tribe of Endless Hunting?” Jaypaw asked.
“None. I stare into the puddle, and I see nothing but moonlight upon water.”
A pang tore through Jaypaw’s belly, sharp as thorns. He knew that Stoneteller had lied to his Tribe about the Tribe of Endless Hunting. He had tried to manipulate the Tribe into choosing to flee, to show Brambleclaw and the Clan cats how little influence they had. But his plan had failed. The Tribe had chosen to fight, and left him here to face the knowledge that if they survived it would be without the support of their ancestors. The Healer’s pain flowed through the cave like a river; Jaypaw couldn’t help pitying him.
“I’m sorry,” he mewed.
“Perhaps they have lost faith in us,” Stoneteller responded, his voice flat.
“I’m sure it’s not that.” Jaypaw pictured the pool among the sheer crags, where he had confronted the Tribe of Endless Hunting. He had revisited the dream over and over in his waking mind, and he thought he understood what it meant. But what use the knowledge would be to him, he wasn’t sure.
“Jaypaw.” The rasping voice spoke behind him.
Jaypaw spun around. Every hair on his pelt rose as he saw the sagging, hairless body and sightless eyes of Rock. But I’m not asleep! The ancient cat glimmered as if he stood in moonlight, though all around him was dark; he seemed to float in shadow.
His heart beginning to race, Jaypaw reached out all his senses to Stoneteller, but there was no change in the old cat’s scent or the dull pain that came from him. He made no sound.
“Stoneteller cannot hear or see me,” Rock mewed. “Only you can.”
“Why have you come?” Jaypaw’s voice shook.
“The battle has been won. You can go home now—all of you.”
Jaypaw forced down his delight. Hollypaw and Lionpaw were safe! But he was sure that Rock hadn’t come just to tell him something that he would discover for himself before morning. There had to be another reason.
“The Tribe must have fought well,” he meowed. “Perhaps now the Tribe of Endless Hunting will have more faith in them.”
“Why should they?” Rock retorted. His voice was sour. “It was the Clans who saved the Tribe of Rushing Water.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Jaypaw demanded. Back at the lake, he had longed to speak with Rock again, but each time he encountered the ancient cat was more frustrating than the last.
“StarClan did not send you,” Rock replied, “and the Tribe of Endless Hunting did not summon you.”
“But—”
“Silence!” Rock hissed with a sweep of his bare tendril of a tail. “You came and won—for this battle, at least. But do you think the borders will hold? The Tribe is not a Clan, with experience of defending its territory, and the trespassers have no code of honor that will make them keep their word.”
“Then we came for nothing?” Jaypaw asked, dismayed.
Rock shook his head. “No. You have learned much. And the Tribe will eat well, for a while at least.” His bulging eyes seemed to gaze into the shadows at something hidden from Jaypaw.
Jaypaw took a deep breath. “You knew the Tribe cats before they came here, didn’t you? They came from the lake.”
He had the satisfaction of seeing Rock’s start of surprise. “Yes. How did you know?”
“It was the pool in the mountains that the Tribe spirit showed me,” Jaypaw explained. “They found another Moonpool, just like the one near the lake.”
“They turned their back on so many of their old ways.” There was pain in the ancient cat’s voice. “Yet they still sought for peace beside the water.”
Jaypaw’s heart thumped harder, but he had to continue. “The Tribe knew me, just as you did. The prophecy comes from when you all lived together, doesn’t it?”
Rock bowed his head. “Yes. We have been expecting you for a long time. And now you have come.” A shiver of mingled fear and delight passed through Jaypaw as he returned the stare of the old cat’s sightless eyes. “The others deserve to know,” Rock continued. “This is not just your destiny, and you cannot walk this path alone.”
“Jaypaw! Jaypaw, where are you?” Hollypaw’s voice echoed from the main cave. “Come quickly!”
As if a dark wing had folded over him, Rock was gone. Jaypaw was left alone in the Cave of Pointed Stones, except for the silent presence of Stoneteller. He found the entrance to the passage and raced out to meet his sister.
“It’s Lionpaw!” she gasped, bounding up to meet him and giving his ear a hurried lick. “He’s covered in blood. He says he’s not hurt, but the blood must have come from somewhere. You’ve got to help him.”
“Where is he?”
“Outside, by the pool,” Hollypaw mewed. “I told him to rest.”
Jaypaw followed her across the cave to the waterfall. Clan and Tribe cats poured past them, yowling the good news to those who had stayed behind. Jaypaw detected Crag’s scent and heard the big cave-guard meow, “I’ll go and tell Stoneteller.”
Hollypaw dashed along the path beneath the tumbling water, for once not worrying about whether Jaypaw could manage it on his own. Jaypaw followed hard on her paw steps, his pelt pressed against the rock, feeling the cold spray on his exposed flank.
His heart had begun to pound again. After believing that both Hollypaw and Lionpaw had come back safe, was his brother’s life to be snatched away from him after all?
Reaching the pool, he nosed at Lionpaw’s fur. Shock clawed at him as he realized how thickly it was clotted with drying blood. “We’ve got to get this off him,” he mewed crossly, trying to hide his fear. “How can I tell what’s underneath all that?”
“Come closer to the waterfall,” Hollypaw suggested. “The spray will help us clean off the blood.”
All three cats moved around the edge of the pool until Jaypaw could feel the spray soaking into his fur.
“I wish you wouldn’t fuss,” Lionpaw protested, raising his voice to make himself heard above the thunder of the falls. “I keep telling you, I’m perfectly all right.”
His voice
sent another shiver of fear through Jaypaw. His brother sounded distant, stunned, as if the battle had affected not only his body but his mind. “You’re all right when I say you are,” he snapped.
“I’m not hurt….” Lionpaw sounded almost puzzled. “No cat could touch me.”
“Shut up and let me lick,” Hollypaw scolded him.
As he and Hollypaw cleaned the blood from Lionpaw’s fur, Jaypaw began to realize that his brother was right. He wasn’t hurt, except for a bitten ear and sore pads.
“I don’t think you need any herbs,” Jaypaw mewed, trying to hide that his paws were shaking with relief. “Just keep that ear clean. I’ll give it a sniff every day until it heals.”
“You’re really okay!” Hollypaw’s voice was unsteady. “All that blood came from other cats! Jaypaw, I wish you could have been there. Lionpaw fought like a whole Clan of cats!”
“We won the battle.” Lionpaw was beginning to sound more like his usual self, as if the licking of his brother and sister had brought him back from some distant place.
“For what it’s worth”—Hollypaw sounded troubled—“I don’t trust the trespassers. And I don’t know if the Tribe will be able to defend its new borders.”
Jaypaw’s belly lurched to hear his sister echoing the warning that Rock had given him in the Cave of Pointed Stones.
“I don’t know why we came here if we weren’t going to succeed,” she continued, sounding a little desolate. “Did the Tribe of Endless Hunting get it wrong?”
Jaypaw reached out with his tail to touch her shoulder. “The Tribe’s ancestors didn’t want us here,” he mewed. “And StarClan did not send us. We came so that we could win the battle, and because we needed answers to our questions.” When neither Hollypaw nor Lionpaw responded, he added, “We all wanted to come to the mountains, didn’t we?” There was a murmur of agreement from his brother and sister. “Then don’t you understand? That’s why things happened so that we came. This is all about us, the three of us. Without us the Tribe might survive, or it might not, but that doesn’t matter now. They’ve all been waiting for us—StarClan, the Tribe of Endless Hunting, Rock—”
“Who?” Hollypaw asked.
“What are you talking about?” Lionpaw meowed. “Have you got bees in your brain?”
Jaypaw crouched on the edge of the pool and motioned with his tail for his brother and sister to draw closer. “Listen,” he murmured. “There’s something I have to tell you….”
About the Author
ERIN HUNTER is inspired by a love of cats and a fascination with the ferocity of the natural world. As well as having great respect for nature in all its forms, Erin enjoys creating rich mythical explanations for animal behavior, shaped by her interest in astrology and standing stones. She is also the author of the Seekers series.
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WARRIORS
Book One: Into the Wild
Book Two: Fire and Ice
Book Three: Forest of Secrets
Book Four: Rising Storm
Book Five: A Dangerous Path
Book Six: The Darkest Hour
WARRIORS:
THE NEW PROPHECY
Book One: Midnight
Book Two: Moonrise
Book Three: Dawn
Book Four: Starlight
Book Five: Twilight
Book Six: Sunset
WARRIORS:
POWER OF THREE
Book One: The Sight
Book Two: Dark River
WARRIORS MANGA
The Lost Warrior
Warrior’s Refuge
Warrior’s Return
The Rise of Scourge
WARRIORS SPECIALS
Warriors Field Guide: Secrets of the Clans
Warriors Super Edition: Firestar’s Quest
Warriors: Cats of the Clans
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