“I just caught a wren,” Jagged Peak called across the clearing. “And Gray Wing’s out stalking.”
“But we have extra mouths to feed.” Tall Shadow nodded toward Holly’s den. “Don’t forget, Fern’s with us now.”
“I’ll hunt with them.” Sun Shadow’s mew made the camp leader turn. The young tom was stretching in the wide nest of pine branches. He looked brighter than when Thunder had found him yesterday, his pelt sleek from a wash and his eyes shining. He bounded into the clearing and padded toward her. “I’m starting to get the hang of forest hunting.”
“Good.” Mud Paws greeted him with a nod. “The more paws the better.”
“If there’s any prey out today, it should be easy to spot against the snow,” Mouse Ear meowed.
As Thunder wondered if he should offer to help, snow crunched outside the camp and Pebble Heart ducked through the entrance. A wad of browning stalks dangled limply from his jaws.
He stopped as he reached Tall Shadow and placed them carefully on the snow. “I wish we’d come to the forest in greenleaf,” he meowed ruefully. “I can see spots where herbs would have been thick only a few moons ago. But there are only these left now.” He prodded the straggly stems with a paw. “I’m not sure it’ll be enough to help Quiet Rain.”
Sun Shadow’s eyes clouded with worry. “Is she worse?”
Pebble Heart met his gaze steadily. “The journey weakened her, and the infection may now have burrowed too deep for me to treat it with mere poultices. I’m hoping that chewing a few of these old nettle stalks might help her fight it from the inside.”
Dew Nose hurried forward. “I can take them to her.”
Tall Shadow shooed the kit away with her tail. “Go and play,” she murmured distractedly. She stared at Pebble Heart. “Are there any herbs left in the hollow that we could get?”
“There should be.” Pebble Heart nodded.
Mud Paws narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “We can collect them while we’re out hunting,” he offered.
“Okay.” Tall Shadow flicked her tail. “But be careful not to hunt on Wind Runner’s land.”
“We will,” Mud Paws promised. He shook out his pelt and headed for the entrance.
Mouse Ear trekked through the snow after him, Sun Shadow at his heels.
The kits scampered through the snow in their wake, stopping as the toms disappeared through the camp entrance, and stared wistfully after them.
“You look tired, Pebble Heart.” Tall Shadow tipped her head to one side.
Thunder dragged his gaze from the kits. He suddenly noticed the exhaustion in the young tom’s eyes. Pebble Heart must have been up all night taking care of Quiet Rain. “I’ll take the nettles to her while you rest.” He sniffed them. They were little more than rotting stalks. “Does she just have to chew them?”
Pebble Heart’s tail drooped. “It might be hard to persuade her. She’s not an easy cat to care for.”
Thunder lifted his chin. “I’ll do my best.” He leaned down and grasped the nettle stems, relieved that the frost that had wilted them had also stolen their sting.
He carried them across the clearing and ducked into Pebble Heart’s den. The darkness inside was warm, but the air smelled sour with infection. Swallowing back queasiness, he crossed the earth floor to the heather nest where Quiet Rain lay. She didn’t move as he neared, but lay limply on the dry fronds. Heat pulsed from her pelt, and he dropped the nettle stems in front of her muzzle.
“What do you want?” Her mew took him by surprise and he jumped backward. She lifted her head heavily, her nose wrinkling as she sniffed the stalks. “What are these?”
“Nettle stems. Pebble Heart says you have to chew them. They’ll help your body fight the infection in your wound.”
Quiet Rain pushed the stems away with a paw. “I thought that cat was a healer, not a poisoner.”
“He went out in the snow to collect them for you,” Thunder pressed. “The least you could do is eat them.”
Quiet Rain met his gaze. “If he’d brought them for you, would you eat them?”
Thunder looked doubtfully at the stems. “I’m not sick.”
Quiet Rain snorted, then coughed.
Thunder watched her body shake, helpless against the convulsions. “Just eat them!” he growled sternly. He wasn’t going to let her die. Not after she’d come so far.
Quiet Rain’s coughing eased, and she eyed him with interest. “I’ll eat one if you do.”
Thunder’s claws itched with exasperation. “Okay.” He leaned forward, snatched a stem, and began to chew it. Bitter juice burst onto his tongue and he fought the urge to gag.
Quiet Rain let out a throaty purr. “Not all that tasty, I see?”
“It’s your turn now.” Thunder wasn’t going to let her off. “Unless you’re scared of a bit of nettle.”
He saw spirit flash in the old cat’s cloudy gaze. She stretched her muzzle forward and grasped a stalk between her teeth. Chewing, she screwed up her eyes, and then she swallowed. “Do you eat a lot of nettles here?”
Thunder’s whiskers twitched. “Just because we live in a forest doesn’t mean we’re rabbits!” He nodded to the two remaining stems. “You might as well finish them now that you’ve got the taste in your mouth.”
Satisfaction warmed his pelt as she swallowed the stalks. “See?” he commented as she finished.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“Yes, it was,” she grunted. She closed her eyes, her face stiff as though fighting pain. When she opened them again, she let out a long, slow breath. “Let’s hope they work.”
Thunder sat down beside her nest and tucked his tail over his paws. “What you need is to get up and go hunting. All this lying around isn’t good for any cat,” he teased.
“If only I could.” Quiet Rain eyed him quizzically for a moment. “It’s hard to believe that Clear Sky’s your father. Even as a kit, he didn’t have much sense of fun. He was always too busy wishing he was somewhere else.”
“Is that why he left the mountains?” Thunder was surprised by his own curiosity. He didn’t want to be talking about Clear Sky, but he couldn’t help wondering what his father had been like as a kit.
“Yes.” Wistfulness clouded Quiet Rain’s gaze. “Jagged Peak was the same. But Gray Wing only left because I sent him away.”
“Why did you do that?” Thunder blinked at her.
“Jagged Peak left without permission. I thought he was too young for such a journey, so I sent
Gray Wing to take care of him.” She seemed to be staring far into the distance.
“And you knew they wouldn’t return.” Thunder felt a pang of sympathy for Quiet Rain. “You must have been worried.”
She shook her head. “I knew Gray Wing would protect Jagged Peak—that once he’d found him, he wouldn’t leave him. And I knew Jagged Peak would be too stubborn to turn back.”
“Why did you stay behind?”
“The mountains are my home,” Quiet Rain told him. “I was born there. And now that I’ve left them, I wish I hadn’t. This land may be green and prey-rich come greenleaf, but it only seems to make trouble. It set brother against brother. In the mountains we had so little; there was nothing to fight over.” Grief washed her gaze. “We would never have killed one another over land. I can’t believe Clear Sky murdered his Tribemate.”
Thunder felt a stab of sympathy for his father. “It wasn’t like that,” he argued. “He made a mistake. He was only trying to protect what was his.”