“What?”
“We have to talk!”
His eyes softened. “Come on.” He guided her to a quieter spot, where the stiff bracken stems gave way to snow-covered mounds of grass. “Sorry I couldn’t talk to you before, but things are tense,” he murmured.
Dovepaw scowled at him. “You told Blackstar about Jayfeather’s herbs!”
He gazed steadily back at her without saying anything.
“How could you?” Dovepaw wailed. “If Sandstorm dies, it’ll be your fault!”
“But Littlecloud’s sick.”
“So is Sandstorm!”
“Not with greencough.”
Dovepaw’s rage grew. Tigerheart sounded so reasonable. Didn’t he understand what he’d done? Tigerheart stroked her flank with his tail, and she flinched.
He frowned. “If Jayfeather were a true medicine cat, he would have given us the herbs.”
“He has to put his own Clanmates first!”
Tigerheart tipped his head to one side. “So do I.”
Dovepaw felt sick. She wanted this conversation to stop now, but she had to know. “Even above me?”
Tigerheart’s tail quivered. “I didn’t mean it like that.” His amber eyes grew round. “I just—”
Dovepaw cut him off, her mew barely a whisper. “I think you did.” She turned and padded away. “I think that’s exactly what you meant.”
Chapter 23
Ivypaw curled into her nest. Snow swished and paws shifted as her Clanmates pounded out of camp and headed for the island. She tucked her nose under her paw.
I’m doing it to be a better warrior! She closed her eyes. I’m doing it for my Clan!
As sleep slid around her, she opened her eyes. She was in the Dark Forest. She tasted the air, scenting nothing beyond the sourness of the earth and the reek of mold on the trees. “Hawkfrost?” Her mew echoed through the trees. She needed to see his face. He wants me to be a great warrior, that’s all.
She padded along a mossy trail. The warmth of soil felt strange against her paws after the sting of snow. The trees parted, and the slimy river rolled in front of her. With a flicker of satisfaction she remembered dunking Darkstripe beneath the water with Hollowpaw.
She followed the dark water for a few paces before spotting light through the trees. She veered onto a path that wound deep into the forest. The light glowed stronger, and she quickened her pace. Thick trunks reared up more tightly around her. Ivypaw kept her gaze fixed on the light. As she neared it, she realized that it glowed from a strange gray fungus, which sprouted from the tree trunks and crowded between their roots. Was the fungus reflecting the moon?
Ivypaw strained to see the round white moon. It must be full here too, right? But the branches grew too thickly overhead. There was no sign of sky or moon. The branches began to clatter, though no wind stirred the forest. A shiver ran along Ivypaw’s spine. Don’t be silly. She pressed on.
With a rush of relief, she heard voices and hurried forward. Beyond the clustering trunks, Tigerheart and Tigerstar were talking.
“You’re late.” Tigerstar sounded angry.
Ivypaw pricked her ears to hear Tigerheart’s reply.
“I had to go to the Gathering.”
“Training is more important.”
She ducked behind a tree and peered through the shadows. Tigerstar circled Tigerheart. “Don’t you know who your real Clanmates are yet?” he growled. “Don’t I deserve your loyalty more than those mouse-eaters?”
Ivypaw stiffened. Was Tigerstar trying to turn Tigerheart against ShadowClan?
She heard a thump. Tigerheart groaned. Ivypaw slipped forward, ducking behind the next tree before peeking out. Tigerstar had Tigerheart pinned to the ground.
“That’s the same mistake you made in the battle with ThunderClan,” Tigerstar sneered before letting Tigerheart go.
Tigerheart scrambled up. “What did I do wrong?”
“Don’t watch my paws.” Tigerstar lunged forward, as if to knock the ShadowClan warrior’s hind legs out from under him. Tigerheart bucked, flicking his back paws high and out of the way, but Tigerstar twisted faster. While Tigerheart avoided the lunge, the dark warrior nipped the young warrior’s scruff between his teeth. He dragged him off balance, and Tigerheart landed with a thump on his side.
“Never forget that paws fight, but jaws kill,” Tigerstar growled, backing off.
Tigerheart jumped up. “I won’t,” he panted.
“Lionblaze knows that,” Tigerstar snarled. “That’s how he killed Russetfur. If you can’t match those ThunderClan weaklings, you are nothing.”
Ivypaw gasped. Tigerstar lied to me! He’s not loyal to ThunderClan at all! Tightness gripped her chest, and she struggled to steady her breathing. He’s been telling Tigerheart the same things he’s been telling me. He hasn’t been training me to help ThunderClan at all.
“When the final battle comes”—Tigerstar was still talking—“wasting time at Gatherings won’t help you. It’ll be us against four Clans and their puny ancestors. Then we’ll see who the real warriors are.”
Ivypaw fled. She raced through the forest, the trees blurring on either side. This must be the battle Flametail had seen in his vision. This was why Hawkfrost had recruited her.
She wasn’t special.
She was stupid.
Tigerstar didn’t want to help ThunderClan. He wanted to wage war against the Clans. And he was using their own warriors against them!
Gasping, Ivypaw stumbled to a halt. The river blocked her path, sliding silently before her. How do I get home? She blinked and blinked again.
Wake up! Wake up!
“Are you okay, little one?”
For a moment Ivypaw imagined she was back in the nursery, Daisy murmuring over her. She snapped open her eyes and saw Mapleshade. The orange-and-white warrior was gazing at her with a mocking gleam in her eyes.
“Leave me alone!” Ivypaw hissed.
“Are you having a bad dream, dear?” Mapleshade sneered.
Ivypaw shrank from Mapleshade’s stinking breath. “Why don’t you just fade away to nothing?”
Mapleshade flexed her claws. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere until I’ve settled a few scores.”
Ivypaw forced herself not to start shaking. “I… I was looking for Hawkfrost.”
“He’s busy.” Mapleshade moved closer. “He wanted me to train you tonight.”
Ivypaw swallowed. “Really?”
“Let’s try out those river moves you learned last time.” Heart sinking, Ivypaw gazed at the river.
“Show me what you learned,” Mapleshade ordered before she turned and waded out into the water.
Ivypaw forced herself to follow. The water oozed around her paws and dragged at her pelt.
“Am I deep enough yet?” Mapleshade asked. The water was lapping the warrior’s shoulders. Ivypaw had to follow on tiptoes to keep her nose above the water. “Now what happens?” Mapleshade prompted. “Come on, you must remember your lesson.”
“I have to knock your legs from under you.”
“Go ahead then, dear.”
Get it over with quickly. Ivypaw took a breath and ducked under, gagging as the warm, slimy water washed her muzzle. She swam down toward Mapleshade’s paws and reached out to grab them. A heavy weight hit her back and pushed her deep into the water, till her chest bumped onto the riverbed. Ivypaw struggled as the blood roared in her ears. Mapleshade had her pinned down. The great she-cat’s claws pierced Ivypaw’s pelt, pressing her harder against the stones.