“Twigbranch?” Flypaw looked up from the fern stem she’d captured.
“Yes?” Twigbranch dragged her attention back to her apprentice.
“Are we going to practice hunting?”
“Of course.” Twigbranch had promised they would. “We’re heading for the beeches. There might be mice there.” Or fresher scents of Finleap.
“Why do you keep scanning the forest? Are you looking for something?”
Twigbranch hesitated. Flypaw was sharper than she’d thought. “I’m just looking out for squirrels,” she mewed lightly.
Flypaw straightened and gazed between the trees. “There’s one over there,” she mewed, nodding to a tall oak tree on the far side of a dip in the forest floor.
Twigbranch saw gray fur bobbing between leaves high up on a branch. “It’s too far to climb.”
“But you used to be a SkyClan . . .” Flypaw’s mew trailed away. Something else had caught her attention. The gray striped she-cat pricked her ears excitedly. “Look! It’s the border patrol! There are more cats with them. They smell like SkyClan.”
Twigbranch followed Flypaw’s gaze. Brackenfur, Lionblaze, and Cherryfall were heading toward them. The patrol was escorting a group of SkyClan cats through ThunderClan territory. It was hard to make them out between the trees. She glimpsed Sagenose and Macgyver, and excitement fizzed in her paws as she recognized Violetshine’s scent. As they came closer she could see that her sister was padding between them, Hawkwing at her side. Her father had come too! Quickly, she hurried to meet them, happiness bursting in her chest as she saw Finleap trailing behind. He’s safe! She tried to make eye contact, but he avoided her gaze. Unease sparked in her pelt. She wanted to greet him and ask him how he was, but she didn’t know if their Clanmates had discovered he’d been missing yet.
“Hi.” She greeted Lionblaze breezily. Finleap might have joined the patrol without mentioning he’d been gone. “What’s happened? Why are SkyClan cats here?”
“We met them at the border,” he told her. “Finleap was with them.” His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stared at her. “But they won’t tell us why. They want to speak with Bramblestar.”
Her belly tightened. What was Finleap doing with SkyClan? “Is everything okay?” She caught her father’s eye, but was disappointed when she saw no answer in his gaze.
“Let’s save explanations for Bramblestar,” he meowed.
His coldness sliced into Twigbranch’s heart. Aren’t we kin anymore? Am I just another warrior to him now? Did Violetshine feel the same way? She glanced hopefully at her sister. Violetshine blinked at her reassuringly as Flypaw caught up to them.
“What does SkyClan want?” the young tabby asked Lionblaze.
“I think Finleap knows more than I do,” he answered pointedly.
Flypaw blinked at Finleap. “There you are! Snappaw was looking for you.”
Hawkwing flicked his tail irritably. “Can we hurry up?”
“Suits me.” Huffing, Lionblaze headed between the trees.
Twigbranch hurried to Finleap’s side. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” He looked away. She saw his pelt prickling self-consciously.
Was he going to explain why he’d stayed out all night? “Where have you been?”
“Let’s get back to camp,” he grunted. Pushing awkwardly past her, he followed the patrol. Flypaw bounced after them, her tail flicking as happily as if she were returning to camp with a juicy mouse.
Violetshine hung back and fell in beside Twigbranch. “Hi.” She rubbed her muzzle along Twigbranch’s jaw. Twigbranch purred as her sister’s scent infused her. How could she have thought, for even a moment, that Violetshine would stop loving her? They had been apart for so much of their lives and yet their bond was as strong as any littermates’. As relief swamped her, questions tumbled out. “What’s going on? Why was Finleap with your patrol?”
Violetshine watched the warriors disappear through a wall of ferns. “I’ve been told not to say anything until Hawkwing has spoken to Bramblestar. But don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. Warriors just like to show their claws once in a while.”
Show their claws? Twigbranch stiffened. “Is there going to be a fight?”
Violetshine’s eyes suddenly darkened. “Not with ThunderClan.” Before Twigbranch could ask more, Violetshine darted after her Clanmates. Twigbranch hurried at her heels. What was happening? Her heart lurched as she caught up with Violetshine, but her sister’s gaze was fixed on the cats ahead of them. She clearly didn’t want to discuss why SkyClan had come to ThunderClan territory.
“Are you okay?” Twigbranch asked tentatively.
“I’m fine.” Violetshine glanced at her.
“And Hawkwing?” Twigbranch hopped over a stick that crossed the trail. “He looked at me like he hardly knew me.”
“Don’t worry,” Violetshine told her. “He hasn’t even spoken to me since we left camp. He’s on a mission, that’s all. Once he’s passed his message on to Bramblestar, I’m sure he’ll be back to normal.”
Twigbranch glanced at the camp wall ahead. The patrol had nearly reached it. What was so important that Hawkwing hardly acknowledged her? And what had Violetshine meant when she’d said there wasn’t going to be a fight with ThunderClan?
The bramble wall shivered as the ThunderClan warriors escorted the SkyClan patrol into the camp. Twigbranch slid in after them, Violetshine at her tail.
“What do you think he’s going to say?” Flypaw brushed past her excitedly as, around the camp, ThunderClan warriors got to their paws.
“I don’t know.” Twigbranch nudged Flypaw gently toward the apprentices’ den, where Snappaw and Spotpaw were straining to see over the heads of their Clanmates. “Watch with your littermates.” She slipped in beside Violetshine.
Bramblestar was already scrambling down the tumble of rocks. Tiny stones cracked beneath his paws and showered the clearing. Lionblaze stopped in front of him and nodded toward the SkyClan patrol. “We met them at the border.”
As the ThunderClan leader dipped his head to Hawkwing, Jayfeather padded from the medicine den, his nose twitching hopefully. Was he expecting to hear news of Alderheart? Twigbranch knew he’d been worried about him. Jayfeather’s blind blue gaze rested on the SkyClan patrol for a moment; then he turned back inside.
Outside the warriors’ den, Poppyfrost peered past Bumblestripe and Molewhisker.
Cinderheart narrowed her eyes. “Why is Finleap with them? I thought he was training Snappaw today.”
Graystripe poked his head out of the elders’ den.
“Who is it?” Millie called from inside.
“SkyClan has sent a patrol,” Graystripe called back.
“What?” Millie sounded irritable. “I can’t hear you.”
Rolling his eyes, Graystripe headed back inside.
Hawkwing met Bramblestar’s gaze evenly. “One of your warriors showed up in our camp without permission.”
Bramblestar’s hackles lifted. “Who?”
Hawkwing nodded at Finleap. Sharply, Sagenose nudged the warrior forward with his muzzle. Finleap padded miserably across the clearing as Hawkwing went on. “Did you send him to spy?”
Finleap jerked his head up. “I wasn’t spy—”
“You’re already in trouble.” Hawkwing flashed him an angry look. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.”
Twigbranch’s heart twisted as Finleap flinched. Why was Hawkwing being so hard on him? He had known him since he was a kit. They’d been Clanmates. How could he ever believe Finleap would spy on his former Clan? She glanced at Sagenose and Macgyver. They were standing stiffly, their gazes hard. They looked defensive, as though they were facing a battle patrol, not a peaceful Clan. Had something happened in SkyClan that had put them on edge? She looked furtively at Violetshine. Her sister was as still as a rock, her gaze fixed on Hawkwing.