Jayfeather nodded. “And we saw Hawkfrost training warriors.”
Lionblaze’s heart lurched. “Clan warriors?”
“No. Dark Forest warriors.”
“So we still don’t have any proof they’re recruiting Clan cats.”
“No.” Jayfeather sighed. “But they are up to something. Why else would dead warriors be training? Their fighting days are long gone. And they were using some pretty nasty moves.”
Lionblaze felt Jayfeather shudder against him. But he wasn’t afraid. He unsheathed his claws. Strength pulsed through the muscles beneath his pelt. He couldn’t wait to take on Hawkfrost and Tigerstar in a battle! He knew he could beat them both.
Dovepaw padded after them, the fur bristling along her spine. “How could Dark Forest cats recruit Clan warriors?”
“Through their dreams,” Jayfeather told her.
“But why in the name of StarClan would Clan cats listen to them?”
“You don’t know Tigerstar,” Jayfeather warned. “He preys on other cats’ weaknesses. He can make them feel like they’re strong and noble by doing what he wants them to. They probably don’t even realize they’re doing anything wrong.”
Dovepaw’s gaze was fixed on Jayfeather as she padded beside him. “How could any cat be so dumb?”
Lionblaze felt heat spreading under his pelt. Tigerstar had fooled him like that once. Never again.
Jayfeather shrugged. “All cats like praise,” he meowed. “And Tigerstar is smart enough to exploit any grudges. He knows that there will always be warriors glad of a chance to settle old scores.” He didn’t mention Breezepelt’s grudge against his ThunderClan kin.
Dovepaw stretched her eyes wide. “No ThunderClan cat would keep old wounds open once they’d healed.”
Lionblaze was pleased to hear his apprentice speaking like a true warrior. As far as he was concerned, once a battle was fought, it was finished. But Dovepaw’s innocence made her vulnerable right now. “We’re just trying to warn you that not all warriors are perfect, and Tigerstar will be the first to take advantage of that.”
“How can we fight Tigerstar if he’s dead?” Dovepaw protested.
“We need you to keep your senses alert,” Lionblaze mewed. “Listen for unusual signs in the other Clans. Tell us anything you hear or see that seems out of the ordinary. Anything that might suggest the Dark Forest cats are training Clan cats.”
“You mean, spy on them?” Dovepaw sounded horrified.
“Yes,” Jayfeather meowed simply. “And not just in other Clans. In ThunderClan too.”
Dovepaw stood still. “Spy on my own Clanmates? No way!”
“It’s not that we don’t trust them,” Lionblaze tried to explain. “We don’t trust Tigerstar.”
“You don’t trust anyone!” Dovepaw accused. “Do you even trust me?” Her pelt was standing on end. “You’re totally over-reacting. You’re just looking for a way to use your powers. Maybe the prophecy has nothing to do with Tigerstar. Maybe we’re just meant to be the best warriors we can be. Why should I be responsible for every cat’s destiny?” She darted forward, yowling over her shoulder, “I’m going back to camp! I just want to be normal! I’m not going to spy on any cat!”
She hared away through the trees.
“That went well,” Lionblaze muttered. Then he sighed. “Maybe we’re asking too much of her.”
Jayfeather padded on. “She’s part of the prophecy,” he growled. “We didn’t choose her. She has to be strong!” His voice softened. “I don’t want Dovepaw to get hurt. But she’s one of the Three, and she has to play her part.”
One of the Three. Lionblaze’s thoughts flashed back to Hollyleaf. Why couldn’t it have been her? Grief stung as he remembered her wisdom and sharp thinking. She may not have been part of the prophecy, but she was his littermate, and sometimes that counted for more than anything.
Chapter 18
Dovepaw didn’t want to go back to the hollow. Her fur was fluffed with anger. She wasn’t a spy and she wasn’t going to let any cat make her become one! That couldn’t be what the prophecy meant!
She raced through the trees, swerving around bushes and charging through ferns. She didn’t care if she was frightening off prey. With her powers, she could always find more. There was nowhere it could hide from her.
Fury surged through her muscles, driving her harder. Thanks to her power she could take care of everything.
Find prey, Dovepaw!
Save us from the beavers, Dovepaw!
Spy on every cat around the lake. Oh, and while you’re at it, you may as well spy on your own Clanmates.
Yeah, right! Her mind fizzed. Why don’t you spy on your Clanmates? She imagined Lionblaze’s and Jayfeather’s expressions as she told them what she really thought. Oh, that’s right. You want to have friends! I suppose I don’t need friends. I suppose it’s okay if my sister doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.
Resentment burned in her belly.
Her ears pricked up. Leaves were rustling. Bushes swished. The border patrol was nearby. Had she run that far already? She skidded to a halt and sniffed. She was almost on the ShadowClan border. She should have noticed the thickening brambles. She glanced around anxiously. How would she explain being so far from the rest of her patrol?
The ground sloped up beside her. She could hear Ivypaw’s patrol just beyond the rise.
“See anything?” Brackenfur called.
“No tufts of fur,” Ivypaw reported.
Dovepaw ducked into a bramble thicket.
“How fresh are the markers?” Whitewing prompted. Ivypaw scooted over the top of the rise and sniffed at a trunk. Dovepaw watched her sister wrinkle her nose.
“Scented a few days ago, and then again last night by the smell of it,” Ivypaw answered.
Dovepaw felt a rush of pride. Her sister was going to make a brilliant warrior. Everyone would think she was great.
Unlike me.
Dovepaw sighed. Every cat in the Clan would turn against her if they knew that she was supposed to be using a secret power to test their loyalty. A true warrior trusts her Clanmates!
Brackenfur, Bumblestripe, and Whitewing had appeared over the rise now. They were checking every tree and bush. Dovepaw scooted farther into the bramble, gritting her teeth as the barbs scraped her pelt. Brackenfur was padding nearer.
Mouse dung!
She wriggled deeper into the brambles as Brackenfur began sniffing at the edge. Then, in desperation, she scrambled up one of the thick stems. Biting her tongue against the pain of the thorns, she squirmed to the top of the bush and wormed her way along it. Prickers tore her pelt and scratched her muzzle. Wincing, she peered through the tangle of stems and saw Brackenfur following a scent the other way. He must be ignoring ThunderClan scents in his hunt for traces of ShadowClan. She felt a wave of relief and struggled on through the prickers and scrabbled down the far side, the bramble thicket a perfect barrier between her and her Clanmates.
Her paws slid on the smooth needles covering the ground.
Oh, StarClan!
She sniffed the air.
She’d dropped down into ShadowClan territory.
She glanced along the thicket. If she nipped around the far side she could be back in ThunderClan territory without leaving a trace. Keeping low, she slid along the edge of the bush.
“Hello!”
Tigerheart!
Heart thumping, she spun around to greet the ShadowClan warrior. “Sorry! I didn’t mean…I mean, I wasn’t planning…”