Dovewing's Silence (8 page)

Dovewing paused to catch her breath
before dragging her prey—a female blackbird, her brown feathers stained with blood after a rather messy catch—through the barrier of thorns. A quarter moon had passed since she and Blossomfall searched for catmint, and more cats had fallen ill. Two sunrises ago, Littlecloud had visited the camp to ask if Jayfeather and Leafpool could spare any catmint for sick ShadowClan cats, so it was clear the sickness had spread beyond ThunderClan's territory. Graystripe appeared behind Dovewing carrying a vole.

“Are you okay, Dovewing?” he asked, laying the vole at his feet.

“Fine,” Dovewing meowed. She picked up the blackbird and started to push through the gap in the thorns. She emerged to see Rosepetal placing her catch, a young rabbit, on the fresh-kill pile. Bramblestar padded over to watch the hunting patrol return.

“Well done,” he purred. “I know it's hard to keep the fresh-kill pile stocked when there are fewer warriors able to hunt, but we have to do everything we can to feed the Clan. If we're hungry, we're more likely to get sick.”

Dovewing looked anxiously at the leader's bony haunches and the hollows above his eyes. She doubted that Bramblestar was taking his fair share from the pile, letting his Clanmates eat the best of the fresh-kill instead. Brightheart was the last to emerge from the thorns, stumbling over a thrush that hung from her jaws. She had left her kits in Daisy's care in order to help with hunting patrols, even though she was exhausted and thin from feeding Sorreltail's kits as well as her own.

She was followed closely by Leafpool, Berrynose, and Poppyfrost, who each carried a bundle of tightly wrapped leaves. Jayfeather came to meet them in the center of the clearing, and Briarlight dragged herself over to help unroll the parcels.

“Did you find any catmint?” Jayfeather asked, his voice taut with worry.

Berrynose shook his head. “We tried all the places you suggested,” he meowed. “There was nothing but dead stalks. Sorry.”

Jayfeather twitched his ears. “It's not your fault.”

“Leafpool said this might help, though,” mewed Poppyfrost, nudging her bundle toward Jayfeather so he could sniff it.

“It's fennel,” Leafpool explained. “I know we usually use it to treat vomiting, but I've seen it help cats who are having trouble breathing.”

Jayfeather nodded. “Good idea. Hawkweed could be helpful too, though I don't know if any grows in our territory.”

“I'll take a look tomorrow,” Leafpool promised. “I can think of one or two places it might be.”

Dovewing felt a rush of pride in her Clan's medicine cats. Was there any plant whose use they didn't know? With their skill, surely ThunderClan would win this battle, too?

Suddenly there was a burst of squeaking from outside the nursery. “Help! Help!” piped Amberkit. “The Dark Forest is coming to get me!”

Dovewing spun around, her fur bristling. She relaxed when she saw Molepaw creeping up on the tiny kit, his front paws extended with claws safely sheathed. Dewkit and Snowkit raced up to join their littermate. “Stay back, traitor!” hissed Snowkit, fluffing up his white pelt. “You say you're a ThunderClan cat now, but we know the truth! You just want to kill us!”

Molepaw arched his back. “Aha! It seems you do not trust me, even though I swore an oath! Well, you're right! I am your most dangerous enemy!” He pounced toward the kits, his tail lashing.

Dovewing bounded over and stood in front of the brown-and-cream apprentice. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

Molepaw blinked up at her. “Playing,” he answered innocently.

Dovewing hissed. “You know full well that this is more than a game. Why are you making these kits frightened of the Dark Forest? That battle has been won.”

The apprentice's gaze slid sideways to rest on Thornclaw and Birchfall, who were sharing tongues by the tree stump. “Not entirely,” he muttered.

“Hey!” Amberkit wailed. “Why did you stop our game,
Dovewing? We were having fun!”

Daisy bustled out of the nursery. “What's going on? Dovewing, is there a problem? I wanted these kits to stretch their legs and get some fresh air.”

Dovewing flicked the tip of her tail. “I don't think Molepaw has chosen the best game,” she mewed.

The cream-furred queen narrowed her eyes. “All kits play at fighting,” she mewed. “No one ever gets hurt. Leave them be, Dovewing. I'm sure you have more than enough to do.” She whisked back into the nursery.

Molepaw glared at Dovewing. “You heard her. Stop sticking your muzzle where it's not wanted.”

“You know what you're doing, Molepaw,” Dovewing growled. “Perhaps you should think about whether it's helping the Clan.” She turned away, still bristling. Behind her, she heard the kits leaping on Molepaw, squealing in triumph.

“We killed the traitor!” Dewkit declared. “ThunderClan is safe!”

Dovewing felt her heart sink.
ThunderClan will never be safe if we are divided inside the walls of our own camp.

The following dawn, Squirrelflight told the cats to organize themselves into hunting patrols while she led a border check. Her voice was quiet and husky, and Dovewing hoped she wasn't getting sick as well. When the deputy and her patrol, which included Bramblestar, had vanished into the thorns, the remaining warriors looked at each other.

“I'll lead one patrol,” Poppyfrost offered.

Lionblaze and Cinderheart padded across the clearing to join her.

“I'll come too,” mewed Birchfall.

“Actually, I was going to ask Millie,” Poppyfrost meowed. “Thanks anyway. Millie, will you join us?”

Looking faintly surprised, the gray tabby she-cat walked over to the group. Dovewing tensed when she saw the hurt in her father's eyes. How obvious could Poppyfrost be? “I'd like to hunt with you, Birchfall,” she called. “Thornclaw, Ivypool, Mousewhisker, Blossomfall, will you come with us?”
I will not let my Clanmates shun these cats for the mistake they made!

The four cats joined her, and Dovewing winced at the gratitude in their eyes. Cherrypaw, Molepaw, and Rosepetal formed another patrol, and the three groups of cats filed out through the thorns. Poppyfrost took her cats toward the old thunderpath, and Rosepetal's patrol headed up the side of the hollow, so Dovewing led her warriors toward the border with WindClan, climbing up the hill to where the trees thinned out and it was easier to spot birds pecking on the ground.

Ivypool caught a thrush almost at once and covered it with leaf mulch at the foot of a holly bush. Dovewing picked up the scent of a rabbit that must have strayed from the moor. She followed it toward the stream, but stopped when it looked as if the creature had hopped across the water and returned to WindClan territory. Disappointed, she turned back and joined her father as he circled around a squirrel that was munching an acorn, so absorbed it hadn't noticed the stalking cats. They drew nearer, placing their paws so lightly they
made no sound, and when they were less than a fox-length away, Birchfall pounced. He landed neatly on top of the squirrel, dealt the killing blow, and lifted his head in triumph.

“Nice work!” Dovewing commented. “I'll take it over to the holly bush.” She picked up the piece of fresh-kill and carried it through the trees to join Ivypool's catch. She was just sweeping leaves over the fluffy gray body when there was a pounding of paw steps from farther along the ridge. Startled, Dovewing peered up the slope.

Cherrypaw burst out of the undergrowth, her fur standing on end. Molepaw and Rosepetal were close behind, bush-haired and wide-eyed in panic. Dovewing raced to meet them. “What's happened?” she called.

Cherrypaw slid to a stop, almost losing her paws on the loose mulch. “We . . . we . . .” She paused for a moment until her breath steadied. Then she blinked and looked straight at Dovewing. “We found the scent of a fox inside our border. It could be the one that ShadowClan drove out, and it's looking for more cats.”

The rest of Dovewing's patrol crowded around.

“That's not good news,” Thornclaw growled.

“It's worse than—” Rosepetal began, but Molepaw cut her off.

“We're going to let Bramblestar know,” he chirped. “He'll probably want to send a patrol to track it down and chase it out.”

“We could go take a look now,” Birchfall suggested, and Blossomfall nodded.

“There are five of us,” she pointed out. “We should be able to challenge a fox!”

Cherrypaw glanced at her brother with a look that Dovewing couldn't read. “That's a good idea,” she mewed. “We'll go tell Bramblestar and then come find you. Come on.” She flicked her tail at her patrol and bounded downhill. Molepaw followed, then Rosepetal, who glanced back once over her shoulder before vanishing into the bracken.

Something pricked beneath Dovewing's pelt, as if she should have asked more questions, but Mousewhisker was already running up to the ridge. “Come on!” he yowled. “We can't let this fox get too far into the territory!”

The rest of the patrol raced after him. Dovewing brought up the rear, still fighting the feeling that something was wrong. Ivypool looked back at her. “Are you okay?” she panted.

Dovewing nodded. “When we get to the top of the ridge, we should stop. I might be able to hear the fox.”

Ivypool slowed down. “Do you think so?”

“I have to try!” Dovewing hissed.

The warriors tore through the trees and scrambled up the last steep incline to the summit of the ridge. “Wait!” Dovewing yowled, and Mousewhisker skidded to a stop.

“What's wrong?” he called.

“Nothing,” Dovewing puffed. “Let's just take a moment to listen out for the fox, or pick up a scent trail.” They were close to the border here, and ThunderClan markers hung heavy in the air. Dovewing cast out her senses until her ears hurt.
Nothing!
Just the panting of the other cats and the rush of wind in
the trees.
Perhaps the fox is lying still and quiet?

Suddenly there was a terrible shriek. All the cats jumped, their fur bushing up.

“What was that?” gasped Blossomfall.

“It sounded like a fox,” Thornclaw growled. “Let's go!” He took off down the hill, pushing through bracken that whipped back into Dovewing's face as she followed him. The horrific screeching continued, echoing around the woods. Whatever that fox was doing, it wasn't happy.

They burst out into a clear, sandy space on the side of the ridge. At the far side, a she-fox crouched, her lips curled back and her back hunched in pain. Dovewing froze. Had they run straight into an ambush by this dreadful creature?

But the fox didn't move. It pinned back its ears and snarled at them, but stayed exactly where it was.

“Great StarClan!” Thornclaw breathed in Dovewing's ear. “It's caught in a trap!”

Dovewing peered closer. Gleaming silver jaws gripped the fox's foreleg, so tight that white bone could be seen through the torn flesh. Dovewing gulped. She could only imagine the pain this creature was in. The thought flashed into her mind that it could just as easily have been one of her Clanmates caught like this.

“What are we going to do?” hissed Blossomfall. “It can't stay here!”

Ivypool was creeping across the clearing. “Come back!” yowled Dovewing, but her sister didn't stop.

With a howl, the fox exploded to its feet and lunged at
Ivypool, dragging the trap attached to its leg. Dovewing leaped at it, claws out, and landed on its neck as the fox's jaws snapped down toward her sister. Below, Thornclaw and Birchfall launched themselves at the creature's haunches while Blossomfall and Mousewhisker clawed its ears. The fox fought for its life. Half-crazed with pain, it thrashed and bit and lashed with its legs so that the heavy trap crashed into Thornclaw, knocking him to the ground. Ivypool darted right underneath the fox's belly, grabbed hold of Thornclaw's scruff and dragged him clear. Thornclaw shook his head, then leaped side by side with Ivypool at the fox once more, all teeth and claws and yowling.