Hollowflight clawed the earth. “Where to corner your enemy.”
Thistleclaw swung his long, gray tail. “And where to chase your prey.”
Prey? Ivypool dug her claws into the ground to stop her paws from shaking. He means warriors.
Blossomfall’s breath stirred her ear. “Four Clans will unite as one when it matters most.” She was quoting Tigerstar! “We’ll be able to fight for whichever Clan needs our help.”
Ivypool jerked her head around and stared at her Clanmate. How can you be so dumb? She turned back to Tigerstar. “Which territory will we start with?” she called.
Tigerstar’s whiskers twitched. “ThunderClan.”
“I’d like to see that.” Mapleshade shambled forward.
“Me too!” Sparrowfeather bounded to the fading warrior’s side.
Tigerstar narrowed his eyes. “Any other volunteers?”
Tigerheart and Furzepelt shouldered their way to the front.
Tigerstar nodded. “And from RiverClan?” His gaze stopped at Beetlewhisker. “You’ll do. And Hollowflight.”
Ivypool stared straight at Tigerstar. Was he only going to show ThunderClan’s territory to the other Clans? She stepped forward. “What about my apprentices?” she challenged. “Birchfall and Redwillow deserve to go.” Ivypool tipped her head toward Blossomfall. “And her.” Go on! Refuse! If Tigerstar only showed ThunderClan territory to their enemies, someone must work out that he wasn’t doing it for the good of the Clans but for his own twisted reasons. She willed Tigerstar to give himself away.
Tigerstar dipped his head. “Very well, Ivypool. They can come too.”
“And me?” She stepped closer.
Tigerstar showed his teeth. “Of course,” he murmured smoothly. “You can be our guide.” The dark warrior nodded to Brokenstar. “I’ll report back when we return.” He leaped from the log and padded between the trees, signaling with his tail.
As Ivypool followed the patrol, she glanced over her shoulder, then scanned the trees and bushes they passed. If this route led from the Dark Forest to the lake territories, she wanted to remember it. They walked through gloomy glades, past foul-smelling bogs and across streams that were no more than muddy trickles. The earth beneath Ivypool’s paws, at first slippery with moss, suddenly softened into grass. Ivypool looked up. She could see the branches of the trees above her head. The shadows had lifted and beyond them the moon shone in a wide, starry sky.
We’ve crossed over! She didn’t recognize the slope that rose ahead of them. But as they climbed, brambles began to crowd the trail. The trunks of the trees suddenly became familiar, and the ferns spilling across their path were rich with ThunderClan scents.
Hollowflight wrinkled his nose. “How can you live with this stench?” he murmured to Ivypool.
Ivypool flicked the RiverClan warrior’s ear with her tail. “If you put up with our scent, then I’ll put up with yours when we visit RiverClan’s territory,” she teased.
Redwillow fell in beside them. “Thanks for getting me on the patrol,” he whispered. “The more I learn, the sooner I’ll be like a real Dark Forest warrior.”
“A real Dark Forest warrior?” Ivypool jerked her head around and stared at him. “Don’t you just want to be the best ShadowClan warrior you can be?”
“Dark Forest warriors are way stronger.” Hollowflight nudged her. “And they don’t worry about rules.”
Redwillow nodded. “I feel like I’m training with kittypets when I’m with my Clanmates.”
“Here, only the strongest survive,” Hollowflight growled.
“It should be like that in the Clans,” Redwillow added.
Ivypool stared at him. “Would you let your Clanmates die if they were weak?”
Alarm sparked in Redwillow’s eyes as though he realized he’d revealed too much. “O-of course not.” His gaze flashed to Hollowflight. “We were just saying that we’ve got a lot to learn from the Dark Forest warriors, that’s all. So we can be true warriors.”
“Yeah.” Ivypool kept walking, trying to stop her fur spiking in horror. “I guess that’s what we’re training for.”
Tigerstar halted at the top of the slope, the trees behind him framing the lake below. “See how thick the tree trunks are.” He nodded toward a sturdy beech. “That’s why we teach you to climb in the Dark Forest. Here in ThunderClan territory you have to be prepared to fight in trees.” His gaze sought out Blossomfall’s. “Why don’t you explain?”
Blossomfall pushed her way to the head of the patrol, her chest puffed out. “All ThunderClan cats are taught to climb so we can drop on enemies from above, and we can move through the forest by jumping from branch to branch without touching the ground.”
“Like squirrels,” Redwillow muttered.
Blossomfall flicked her tail. “We move like squirrels, but we fight like foxes!”
Ivypool’s fur lifted along her spine. Blossomfall was giving away all of ThunderClan’s secrets! “We hardly bother with tree-fighting now,” she lied quickly.
“But Dovewing and Brambleclaw were practicing earlier!” Blossomfall blurted.
Ivypool caught Birchfall’s gaze, relieved to see that his eyes were glittering with worry. He understands the danger!
“They don’t have to know everything, Blossomfall,” Birchfall cautioned.
Tigerstar shifted his paws. “Don’t worry, Birchfall,” he meowed. “We’re among friends.” He gazed around the patrol. “We’re Clanmates now. Secrets aren’t necessary.”
Mapleshade padded heavily up the slope and stopped beside Tigerstar. “Perhaps Birchfall doesn’t feel part of our Clan.” There was menace in her mew.
“Of course he does!” Ivypool growled, stepping in front of her father.
“Then why doesn’t he tell us something about ThunderClan territory?” Tigerstar invited.
“I-it’s all woods,” Birchfall began. Ivypool could tell he was feeling uncomfortable from the way the tip of his tail quivered. “Except for the slopes down to the shore and to the WindClan border.”
“And is it better to fight in woodland or the open?” Tigerstar pressed.
Birchfall’s gaze darted nervously toward Furzepelt. “ThunderClan fights better in the woods, I guess,” he admitted. “We can use the undergrowth to trap our enemies.”
We’re giving everything away! Ivypool padded to the top of the slope and stared across the lake toward RiverClan. “Why don’t you tell us about your territory, Beetlewhisker?”
Beetlewhisker lifted his tail. “We have pine trees, not oaks,” he began.
Brambles swished at the bottom of the slope. Ivypool stiffened. “Someone’s coming!” Spiderleg’s pelt was moving through the undergrowth below them. Brambleclaw was following him.
“Are you sure you heard voices?” Brambleclaw asked.
“I was guarding the entrance and I heard paw steps.” Spiderleg faltered. “I wasn’t sure at first if they were paw steps, to be honest. I thought I’d imagined them. But then I heard voices coming from this direction.”
“It’d better not be another WindClan invasion.” Brambleclaw growled. “We should check the tunnel entrances.”
“But the voices came from here.” Spiderleg’s pelt disappeared under ferns as he headed up the slope.
Blood pounded in Ivypool’s ears. “We’ve got to get out of here!” she hissed to Tigerstar.
“And miss a chance to practice our battle skills?” Tigerstar spat back.
“You can’t!” Fear shot through Ivypool. “Take us back now!”
“Are you scared of your Clanmates?” Tigerstar’s murmur was no more than a breath in her ear.