She spotted a mouse on the ridge ahead, tiptoeing out from a crevice to find food. She hissed a warning to Stormfur, who stopped and crouched down, waiting until the mouse had wandered farther onto the trail. Though she longed to make the catch, Squirrelpaw knew Stormfur’s coat would be more easily camouflaged here, and she pressed her orange belly as close to the ground as she could, hoping that stillness would keep her hidden.
Stormfur held still for another moment, then pounced. He snapped the mouse’s spine and turned back to face Squirrelpaw, the fresh-kill hanging in his jaws.
“Is that a parting gift for Brook?” Squirrelpaw prompted gently.
Stormfur blinked.
“Look, what’s wrong?” Squirrelpaw asked, unable to bear seeing her friend so troubled.
Stormfur dropped the mouse, suddenly looking exhausted.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were shadowed with uncertainty. “I’ve decided to stay with the Tribe.”
“What?”
“I’ve lost Feathertail and Graystripe, and I never knew Silverstream. I have no kin left in the Clans. Even my mentor, Stonefur, is dead. Apart from Feathertail, he was the closest thing to kin that I had in RiverClan. I don’t even have a home anymore. It feels as though everything has been stolen from me, one thing after another.”
“But what about your Clan?” Squirrelpaw protested.
“RiverClan needs you.”
“RiverClan has good, strong warriors.” He looked into Squirrelpaw’s eyes and must have seen the wary look there.
“Even Hawkfrost,” he meowed as if he could read her mind.
“RiverClan will be safe without me.”
“But this is such a different place,” Squirrelpaw argued.
“Once we’ve found our new home, you can start again…”
“Oh, Squirrelpaw, can’t you understand? I love Brook, and I want to stay with her.”
“I thought you might ask her to join the Clans!”
Squirrelpaw blurted out.
Stormfur shook his head. “She would be lost without the mountains. But I know that I can live here. There’s water here—noisier than the river—but it’s still water. There’s plenty of fresh-kill, now that I know how to hunt like the Tribe. And my sister’s spirit is here…” He let out a long sigh.
“All the Clans have lost their homes, but I feel like I have lost more than any cat. This is the first time in many moons that I feel as if I have actually found something.”
“There’s no need to say any more,” Squirrelpaw whispered sadly. “I understand.”
As they walked back to the cave, her mind whirled. Once again, everything had changed, just when she thought there was nothing left to lose. They slipped behind the waterfall, and Stormfur carried the mouse to the fresh-kill pile, while Squirrelpaw stood at the cave entrance feeling dazed.
“Squirrelpaw!” Leafpaw rushed up to her. “Stoneteller has given us strengthening herbs to share with the Clans.”
Squirrelpaw stared at her. “Th-that’s great,” she mewed.
“Are you okay?”
“Leafpaw!” Cinderpelt was calling to her across the cave.
“I have to go,” Leafpaw breathed, turning away. “WindClan are waiting for the herbs.”
Squirrelpaw watched her go, her eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom. Another shape loomed toward her from the shadows, and her heart sank as she recognized the massive tabby shoulders. What did Hawkfrost want with her?
“Squirrelpaw?”
She blinked. It was Brambleclaw. He was looking at her quizzically. “Are you coming in?” he meowed. “We have to make sure everyone’s eaten.”
Squirrelpaw felt dizzy.
“Is something wrong?” Brambleclaw stared at her.
Squirrelpaw shook her head helplessly. Across the cave, she could see Stormfur murmuring something to Brook.
Brambleclaw followed her gaze. “Stormfur’s staying, isn’t he?”
“He wants to stay with Brook,” Squirrelpaw whispered.
There was a long pause. “You’ll miss him, won’t you?”
“Of course I will!” Squirrelpaw replied, surprised. She turned to look up at Brambleclaw and saw a flicker of something in his amber eyes. Was he feeling jealous? “Oh, Brambleclaw,” she breathed. “My heart is with ThunderClan; don’t you know that?” She lightly brushed her tail along his flank. “My heart is with you.”
His eyes closed, and Squirrelpaw suddenly hoped she hadn’t said the wrong thing. Then he blinked them open again and looked at her so gently that she felt as if she could have stood there forever.
“We must all follow our hearts,” he murmured. Squirrelpaw’s fears about what lay ahead seemed to dissolve in an instant, like mist in greenleaf. She would lose a friend when Stormfur stayed behind, but she would never be alone.
A movement caught her eye. Stoneteller was padding to the center of the cave.
“The Clans are leaving,” he announced to his Tribe. “I want some of you to go with them to show them the path out of the mountains. They head for hillplace, not sunset, so take them along the path that leads toward the Great Star.”
Squirrelpaw felt a rush of excitement. Were the Tribe cats going to take them straight to where the dying warrior had disappeared behind the mountain range?
Stoneteller dipped his head to each of the Clan leaders in turn. “I wish the cats of StarClan good hunting.”
“Thank you, Stoneteller.” Firestar dipped his head. “Your Tribe has shown us more kindness than we could have dreamed of, and we are sad to leave. But we are expected at another place promised to us by our warrior ancestors.” He turned to the other Clan leaders. “Tallstar, is WindClan ready?”
The WindClan leader stared at him, his eyes clouded with confusion, then glanced at Onewhisker, who was standing next to him. Onewhisker nodded back at him encouragingly, but before Tallstar could say anything, Mudclaw raised his head. “We’re ready,” he meowed.
“ShadowClan is ready too,” Blackstar called.
Leopardstar raised her tail. “All my cats are ready.”
“Not all of them.” Stormfur stepped forward. “I’m staying here.”
There was a stunned silence from all the cats. Then Dustpelt spoke. “You can’t leave your Clan now!”
“He is free to choose,” murmured Tallpoppy. Her eyes rested on Brook, her gaze gentle and understanding.
“Graystripe’s kit would not make such a decision lightly,” Sandstorm put in.
Firestar looked thoughtfully at Stormfur. “I remember how hard it was for Graystripe to choose Silverstream over his Clan,” he mewed. “But from that difficult choice, you and Feathertail were born. Without you both, everything would have been different for the Tribe and for the Clans. Feathertail killed Sharptooth, and you finished a difficult journey to bring StarClan’s message back to us. No cat can question your loyalty and courage, nor criticize your choice, for as your father proved, great things come from listening to your heart.”
Approving murmurs echoed around the cave until Leopardstar silenced the cats with a sharp yowl.
Squirrelpaw’s pelt prickled. Would Leopardstar let her warrior go?
The RiverClan leader stared at Stormfur, her eyes narrowed. “Stormfur,” she meowed at last, “RiverClan will miss your courage and skill, but so much has changed in our lives that it is not impossible we will meet again, in this life or the next.” She dipped her head, accepting Stormfur’s decision without anger. “I wish you well.”